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11-17-2015, 08:52 AM
ThaLandz - Dec 5th 1999
O-Dogg (Barbosa) aka Mustafa Hamsho:
Awwww yes/givin' me another test
Nagasaki on this little nigga DBS
Da Bull Shit stops here/I Tyson-Spinks you
91 seconds hope you got time to think through
What You Gonna Do when I come like Cops
Try to penetrate my Inner Circle? You gettin' dropped
Big top center ring/the Greatest Show on Earth
Your sideshow rhymes reflect the defects from birth
Corky ass Syndrome verses you puttin' Down
But Life Goes On wear a vest or you can drown
Test me insanely and go out like Joe Delaney
Olympian rhymes that be more diesel than Lee Haney
Or Curtis Bostic/my flow is caustic
Believe that I'm the God and if not you're an agnostic
Runnin' the Temple like John Chaney or Eddie Jones
I be that hip hop Specialist/yo ask Stallone
To Stone you is my Basic Instinct/my Human Nature
You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' nigga I debase ya
De-Face you like No or the Mob or even Baby
Your infantile flow'll fall cause yo I Rock the Cradle
The bough broke I choke you/light you up and smoke you
Who said that you could test me? I don't know who you spoke to
I be like suppositories way up in yo ass
You bout to be outclassed by this Nutty Professor
The texture of my flexture be rougher than Brillo
Got you weepin' like the Willow Bay while I spray
Protect yo chin while I move in for the win
The Cheshire Cat is out I'm disappearin' with a grin...
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DBS:
B.oring rhymes tryna hurt my feelings have backfired, 'cuzz now YOU'RE injured//
A.ntisthetic appiled upon yer flesh, would help lessen tha pain 'cuzz yer burnin to cinders//
R.unnin you over like dirt contacted against sprinter's soles in a marathon//
B.ringin more trouble than anticipated, witness yer own verbal beatdown with lyrical phenomenon//
O-Dogg's gittin erased/ frum Dungeon archive database-s {existence fading}//
S.erious rhymin bi-weekly, I bring terror to you on a day to day basis//
A.stounding verses you admire even when entitled- Subject: Destroyin Barbosa//
s.lowly you acquire tha deadly syndrome known to tha wack az DBS-phobia//
M.anipulatin verbs into lyrics that attack frum every angle including obtuse/ you made acute(s) [a cute]/ tern ugly {obtuse}//
E.quation levels don't reach difficulty/ when voting on three rounds of battery/ express delivery {E-mail}/ frum me/
T.radin lyrical blows each round/ haz metamorphosized into you gittin (im)pound-ed//
D.rowned/ beneath tsunami waves/ created by tha DBS, you lay restlessly within yer watery grave//
E.rradica(c)tion [erratic action] begins/ when/ you forfiet, I'll accept a default, but I need three wins//
F.aint cries of torture heard frum you in cyber-space are left unanswered//
E.ven yer affiliates left you for dead, they knew better... inhalin my smoke causes more than cancer//
A.ttacks/ on the wack/ never cease until voting sessions show that I am the victor//
T.estin me without studying haz more aftershocks than earthquakes of magnitudes unregisterable by scales of Richters...
B.urning A.pathic [A Pathetic] R.hyme(s) B.eyond O.blivion/ with S.ensational A.cronyms//
A.nniahlation S.et O.n B.unk R.hymes A.re B.eginning starting with Butch Cassidy//
R.uining O-Dogg's already wack reputation, faults for acceptin a battle cry against me//
B.rutal verbal onslaughts against thee/ leev yer "armor" with more dents than Asylum residencies//
O.h so pitiful verses you spit out, retaliated with chewing tobacco directed at yer werds//
S.trenious attempts at toppin me iz beyond absurd/ you say more trash than sanitation on curbs//
A.pprehension programs against tha wack supported by the Asylum accel/ incarciration in Dungeon cellz//
S.terilizin surgical needles for operation on improvin yer wackness//
U.rinatin on yer rhymes set down beside urinalz, where they're matched with//
C.remate yer verses pleez, 'cuzz they're aroma iz noticed even underneath tombstones//
K.illin you verbally via execution, without last requests for pepperoni//
S.tealin my rhymes are a federal offense, for that I'll run yer ass over with a Zamboni..
Sethro's Board Family!!!
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O-Dogg (Barbosa):
Ha ha ha ha/I see you blabberin'
Acronyms cause skills your rhyme is lackin them
Try to disguise and cover up remedial ebonics
Best to call up for Hooked on Phonics nigga
Chop like a Ginsu/Limp as I pimp you
Real rhymes is difficult spellin' is simple
Say "BARBOSA SUCKS" but can you back it up?
Your rhymes/my butt/Memory match 'em up
Back 'em up push 'em waaayyy back like Olbermann
Actin' wack and force me to attack the rhyme Doberman
It's over man/I know cause your girl is singin'
Tell the Jenny Craig bitch to stop buffalo wingin'
Ring in/another victory snap a picture of me
For the Cell of Champions cause I can't be done
You just a Lady but I can bring the text Rage
That make the battle lopsided like Nets trades
Lame claims that I'm the biter 'bout to get reversal
Clonin' my shit like you's a Doublemint commercial
Eight days rehearsal/practice and get it right
Takin' me about twenty minutes to make it nice
Say it twice/"Barbosa sucks" I ain't convinced yet
Your acronyms ain't condensed that I sense that
Blue be waverin' about to meet the Darkness
Actin' like you high kid I told you not to spark cess
A mark just tryin' to front for the battle crowd
But when I stomp your wack shit you bound to tattle loud
You're rattled now disconnect from the phone gauge
Cause your shit be Blah like the title of your homepage...
BAW!!!! Best to come with more than a spelling be nigga...
I thought you had skills...but I've been wrong before...
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DBS:
It's amazing how many times you address me az "nigga" without even knowin me//
yer rhymes are broken similar to cars on Nevada highways so I'm towin thee//
blah indeed, an' don't forgit along with my rhymes it's copyrighted//
just a fair warning for you, in case you acquire tha notion to bite it//
Devious Battle Schmes/ leev O-Dogg creamed/ with lyrics intervene//
claiming he defeated me, it was affirmative until he awoke frum his wetdream//
perhaps yer fantasies led you astray, sit down student, listen to the teacher//
they got my rhymes featured/ while yer rhymes are more mythical than centurion creatures//
Destroyin Barbosa's Shiznit when Demonstratin Battle Skillz//
O-Dogg's weak/ techniques/ amuse nobody viewing this confrontation//
perhaps renaming this "altercation"/ to a beatdown would be proper identification//
speekin of my homepage, like my rhymes I see you admire that az well//
O-Dogg, you've yet to demonstrate yer ganksta status az if you were South Central Cartel//
"real rhymes is difficult, spellin' is simple", I see you've failed both categories//
didja read tha message to the Dungeon? "No wack emcees" that means skillz are mandatory!!!//
it's unecessary/ to cum off with such wackness, transportin you to verbal Pergatory//
don't worry/ burn with wack guestbooks containing L-Page appreciations//
posessin tha most reknown initials on the internet other than ".com"//
metaphors of comparin me to Stealths are correct 'cuzz I consistently drop bombs//
while you drop more ish than diarreah sufferers stationed atop johns//
your Chances of winning Are slimmer than Napier's verses on Sethro's//
stranded in solitary confinement with Kuruptness of Daz gotcha directed toward Deathrow...
54th Regiment..
Round 3- No holds barred like Dice on mics...
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O-Dogg (Barbosa):
Whatcha gonna do third period you're through
When I break the ice and straight skate like Lemieux
Put on the pads you's a sieve I'm in control
Slidin' this rhyme battle puck right through your five-hole
Nutmeg get off my third leg you little trick bitch
Got your ass beggin' for mercy from the hearse verse
I got the RZA there and he's Diggin' your Grave
Cause you more fucked up than them stunts left Super Dave
A slave to my mental plantation call me your master
Broke you off so hard your whole body's wrapped in plaster
An all out disaster/your rhymes is my bastard
Stepson/I finished you off with step one
You slept dun/so now believe you'll never see the day
Van Winkle Vanilla flavored rhymes you steady played
Spray the Glade on your shit stankin' foul lyrics
Pass on Round 3 cause nobody wants to hear it
A clear victory for the O/you gettin' zero
Votes you can quote me on that/it's just a fact
You're wack/that's all that really needs to be said
By this point the damage has already been read
Instead I can just rhyme about another topic
Cause one rhyme is just too much for you you'll never stop it
You're microscopic in the grand scope of the rap scene
Focus in real close/and still you can't be seen
A miniscule virus on the map so there's no impact
I can take your ass out with just a little bitch slap
I'm gettin' dap for the ill rhymes that I say
Never beaten here and I'm a stay that way
On my way to 4-0 you're just a steppin' stone
There ain't no stoppin' me when I step into the battle zone
So try to bring it home with your little think it over rhyme
And if you're lucky Dru will let you send it into overtime...
Next time kill that sloppy acronym shit and it won't be so severe...
The thrashing's been a pleasure...feel free to try again after you've practiced, son.
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DBS:
I see O-Dogg's jealous, for use of acronyms/ gotcha mental diminshed frum within//
one liners take whole generations out, before Round 3's up notify yer next of kin//
if you can't rhyme properly behind a machine I wunder how he sounds live//
oh... Tha answer remains tha same... Wack! Retreat toward Honeycomb shelters an' Hide(out)//
you address thyself az a Menace II Society/ in a drug-free/ community//
mental motion pictures I created might be movin, but O-Dogg this ain't a movie//
nevertheless, I remain intacted/ like BARBie On Ken'S Ass [BARBOSA]//
Butch Cassidy, or Bitch Cassidy, that remains to be tha question//
similar to bodybuilders bendin Gold(s) Bar(bo)s(a) leev you with burning sensations//
I'll destroy all yer personalities/ with tha strike of a key//
I got aliases galore, see how you can handle tha attack/ packed/ by yer enemies...
lORD iMPERIAL... yOUR hIGHNE$$:
One round victories result in mental frustration/
aftermath has already been preset, face yer anniahlation/
yer shit produces more aroma than alley sanitation/
but I'm Earth-friendly, so I recycle you for yer next battle situation/
even though you'll lose to that, DBS alwayz in Syndication/
yer martial status stays single, 'cuzz yer rhymes repent any chances of relations/
O-Dogg meet yer demise, you've been defeated by a 15 year old Asian...
Vertical: 900 Degreez:
Vertically/ I extend into the atmosphere 900 Degreez//
now you take on an alias as Mustafa Hamsho? Pleez//
tryna sound Japanese/ while true appearances gotcha deceived//
your wackness got me to believe/ that you can never win//
I've addressed you az wack numerous times, but it seems you can't comprehend...
G!HOe:
I defs gon CILL you dats wors da fucc up
G!HOe gon distroy you in batle like a lil' pup
jeah! O-Dogg defs ain my potna
gon lyrikly defeet you like yous a clocka
huh! You HOeSTA cain fucc wit da Nation
bacc UPINIT G!HOe like dem FOLKSTAZ representation..
Kazhual Da Hackin Apprentice:
Fragments of particles leftover frum exploding bomb shellz dropped upon thee//
verbal rhyming-battling composure increasing exponentially//
with each different alias includes a different personality//
Apprentice once, veteran now, but I continue sportin my classification proudly//
smokin too much sherm? I think so 'cuzz yer rhymes are similar to your esophogus- cloudy//
Bitch Cassidy's aliases-personalities cannot withstand the onslaught of five//
tearin yer main rhymin instrument out, destroyin yer verbals frum the insides...
The Syndicate...
O-Dogg (Barbosa) aka Mustafa Hamsho:
Awwww yes/givin' me another test
Nagasaki on this little nigga DBS
Da Bull Shit stops here/I Tyson-Spinks you
91 seconds hope you got time to think through
What You Gonna Do when I come like Cops
Try to penetrate my Inner Circle? You gettin' dropped
Big top center ring/the Greatest Show on Earth
Your sideshow rhymes reflect the defects from birth
Corky ass Syndrome verses you puttin' Down
But Life Goes On wear a vest or you can drown
Test me insanely and go out like Joe Delaney
Olympian rhymes that be more diesel than Lee Haney
Or Curtis Bostic/my flow is caustic
Believe that I'm the God and if not you're an agnostic
Runnin' the Temple like John Chaney or Eddie Jones
I be that hip hop Specialist/yo ask Stallone
To Stone you is my Basic Instinct/my Human Nature
You Wanna Be Startin' Somethin' nigga I debase ya
De-Face you like No or the Mob or even Baby
Your infantile flow'll fall cause yo I Rock the Cradle
The bough broke I choke you/light you up and smoke you
Who said that you could test me? I don't know who you spoke to
I be like suppositories way up in yo ass
You bout to be outclassed by this Nutty Professor
The texture of my flexture be rougher than Brillo
Got you weepin' like the Willow Bay while I spray
Protect yo chin while I move in for the win
The Cheshire Cat is out I'm disappearin' with a grin...
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DBS:
B.oring rhymes tryna hurt my feelings have backfired, 'cuzz now YOU'RE injured//
A.ntisthetic appiled upon yer flesh, would help lessen tha pain 'cuzz yer burnin to cinders//
R.unnin you over like dirt contacted against sprinter's soles in a marathon//
B.ringin more trouble than anticipated, witness yer own verbal beatdown with lyrical phenomenon//
O-Dogg's gittin erased/ frum Dungeon archive database-s {existence fading}//
S.erious rhymin bi-weekly, I bring terror to you on a day to day basis//
A.stounding verses you admire even when entitled- Subject: Destroyin Barbosa//
s.lowly you acquire tha deadly syndrome known to tha wack az DBS-phobia//
M.anipulatin verbs into lyrics that attack frum every angle including obtuse/ you made acute(s) [a cute]/ tern ugly {obtuse}//
E.quation levels don't reach difficulty/ when voting on three rounds of battery/ express delivery {E-mail}/ frum me/
T.radin lyrical blows each round/ haz metamorphosized into you gittin (im)pound-ed//
D.rowned/ beneath tsunami waves/ created by tha DBS, you lay restlessly within yer watery grave//
E.rradica(c)tion [erratic action] begins/ when/ you forfiet, I'll accept a default, but I need three wins//
F.aint cries of torture heard frum you in cyber-space are left unanswered//
E.ven yer affiliates left you for dead, they knew better... inhalin my smoke causes more than cancer//
A.ttacks/ on the wack/ never cease until voting sessions show that I am the victor//
T.estin me without studying haz more aftershocks than earthquakes of magnitudes unregisterable by scales of Richters...
B.urning A.pathic [A Pathetic] R.hyme(s) B.eyond O.blivion/ with S.ensational A.cronyms//
A.nniahlation S.et O.n B.unk R.hymes A.re B.eginning starting with Butch Cassidy//
R.uining O-Dogg's already wack reputation, faults for acceptin a battle cry against me//
B.rutal verbal onslaughts against thee/ leev yer "armor" with more dents than Asylum residencies//
O.h so pitiful verses you spit out, retaliated with chewing tobacco directed at yer werds//
S.trenious attempts at toppin me iz beyond absurd/ you say more trash than sanitation on curbs//
A.pprehension programs against tha wack supported by the Asylum accel/ incarciration in Dungeon cellz//
S.terilizin surgical needles for operation on improvin yer wackness//
U.rinatin on yer rhymes set down beside urinalz, where they're matched with//
C.remate yer verses pleez, 'cuzz they're aroma iz noticed even underneath tombstones//
K.illin you verbally via execution, without last requests for pepperoni//
S.tealin my rhymes are a federal offense, for that I'll run yer ass over with a Zamboni..
Sethro's Board Family!!!
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O-Dogg (Barbosa):
Ha ha ha ha/I see you blabberin'
Acronyms cause skills your rhyme is lackin them
Try to disguise and cover up remedial ebonics
Best to call up for Hooked on Phonics nigga
Chop like a Ginsu/Limp as I pimp you
Real rhymes is difficult spellin' is simple
Say "BARBOSA SUCKS" but can you back it up?
Your rhymes/my butt/Memory match 'em up
Back 'em up push 'em waaayyy back like Olbermann
Actin' wack and force me to attack the rhyme Doberman
It's over man/I know cause your girl is singin'
Tell the Jenny Craig bitch to stop buffalo wingin'
Ring in/another victory snap a picture of me
For the Cell of Champions cause I can't be done
You just a Lady but I can bring the text Rage
That make the battle lopsided like Nets trades
Lame claims that I'm the biter 'bout to get reversal
Clonin' my shit like you's a Doublemint commercial
Eight days rehearsal/practice and get it right
Takin' me about twenty minutes to make it nice
Say it twice/"Barbosa sucks" I ain't convinced yet
Your acronyms ain't condensed that I sense that
Blue be waverin' about to meet the Darkness
Actin' like you high kid I told you not to spark cess
A mark just tryin' to front for the battle crowd
But when I stomp your wack shit you bound to tattle loud
You're rattled now disconnect from the phone gauge
Cause your shit be Blah like the title of your homepage...
BAW!!!! Best to come with more than a spelling be nigga...
I thought you had skills...but I've been wrong before...
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DBS:
It's amazing how many times you address me az "nigga" without even knowin me//
yer rhymes are broken similar to cars on Nevada highways so I'm towin thee//
blah indeed, an' don't forgit along with my rhymes it's copyrighted//
just a fair warning for you, in case you acquire tha notion to bite it//
Devious Battle Schmes/ leev O-Dogg creamed/ with lyrics intervene//
claiming he defeated me, it was affirmative until he awoke frum his wetdream//
perhaps yer fantasies led you astray, sit down student, listen to the teacher//
they got my rhymes featured/ while yer rhymes are more mythical than centurion creatures//
Destroyin Barbosa's Shiznit when Demonstratin Battle Skillz//
O-Dogg's weak/ techniques/ amuse nobody viewing this confrontation//
perhaps renaming this "altercation"/ to a beatdown would be proper identification//
speekin of my homepage, like my rhymes I see you admire that az well//
O-Dogg, you've yet to demonstrate yer ganksta status az if you were South Central Cartel//
"real rhymes is difficult, spellin' is simple", I see you've failed both categories//
didja read tha message to the Dungeon? "No wack emcees" that means skillz are mandatory!!!//
it's unecessary/ to cum off with such wackness, transportin you to verbal Pergatory//
don't worry/ burn with wack guestbooks containing L-Page appreciations//
posessin tha most reknown initials on the internet other than ".com"//
metaphors of comparin me to Stealths are correct 'cuzz I consistently drop bombs//
while you drop more ish than diarreah sufferers stationed atop johns//
your Chances of winning Are slimmer than Napier's verses on Sethro's//
stranded in solitary confinement with Kuruptness of Daz gotcha directed toward Deathrow...
54th Regiment..
Round 3- No holds barred like Dice on mics...
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O-Dogg (Barbosa):
Whatcha gonna do third period you're through
When I break the ice and straight skate like Lemieux
Put on the pads you's a sieve I'm in control
Slidin' this rhyme battle puck right through your five-hole
Nutmeg get off my third leg you little trick bitch
Got your ass beggin' for mercy from the hearse verse
I got the RZA there and he's Diggin' your Grave
Cause you more fucked up than them stunts left Super Dave
A slave to my mental plantation call me your master
Broke you off so hard your whole body's wrapped in plaster
An all out disaster/your rhymes is my bastard
Stepson/I finished you off with step one
You slept dun/so now believe you'll never see the day
Van Winkle Vanilla flavored rhymes you steady played
Spray the Glade on your shit stankin' foul lyrics
Pass on Round 3 cause nobody wants to hear it
A clear victory for the O/you gettin' zero
Votes you can quote me on that/it's just a fact
You're wack/that's all that really needs to be said
By this point the damage has already been read
Instead I can just rhyme about another topic
Cause one rhyme is just too much for you you'll never stop it
You're microscopic in the grand scope of the rap scene
Focus in real close/and still you can't be seen
A miniscule virus on the map so there's no impact
I can take your ass out with just a little bitch slap
I'm gettin' dap for the ill rhymes that I say
Never beaten here and I'm a stay that way
On my way to 4-0 you're just a steppin' stone
There ain't no stoppin' me when I step into the battle zone
So try to bring it home with your little think it over rhyme
And if you're lucky Dru will let you send it into overtime...
Next time kill that sloppy acronym shit and it won't be so severe...
The thrashing's been a pleasure...feel free to try again after you've practiced, son.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
DBS:
I see O-Dogg's jealous, for use of acronyms/ gotcha mental diminshed frum within//
one liners take whole generations out, before Round 3's up notify yer next of kin//
if you can't rhyme properly behind a machine I wunder how he sounds live//
oh... Tha answer remains tha same... Wack! Retreat toward Honeycomb shelters an' Hide(out)//
you address thyself az a Menace II Society/ in a drug-free/ community//
mental motion pictures I created might be movin, but O-Dogg this ain't a movie//
nevertheless, I remain intacted/ like BARBie On Ken'S Ass [BARBOSA]//
Butch Cassidy, or Bitch Cassidy, that remains to be tha question//
similar to bodybuilders bendin Gold(s) Bar(bo)s(a) leev you with burning sensations//
I'll destroy all yer personalities/ with tha strike of a key//
I got aliases galore, see how you can handle tha attack/ packed/ by yer enemies...
lORD iMPERIAL... yOUR hIGHNE$$:
One round victories result in mental frustration/
aftermath has already been preset, face yer anniahlation/
yer shit produces more aroma than alley sanitation/
but I'm Earth-friendly, so I recycle you for yer next battle situation/
even though you'll lose to that, DBS alwayz in Syndication/
yer martial status stays single, 'cuzz yer rhymes repent any chances of relations/
O-Dogg meet yer demise, you've been defeated by a 15 year old Asian...
Vertical: 900 Degreez:
Vertically/ I extend into the atmosphere 900 Degreez//
now you take on an alias as Mustafa Hamsho? Pleez//
tryna sound Japanese/ while true appearances gotcha deceived//
your wackness got me to believe/ that you can never win//
I've addressed you az wack numerous times, but it seems you can't comprehend...
G!HOe:
I defs gon CILL you dats wors da fucc up
G!HOe gon distroy you in batle like a lil' pup
jeah! O-Dogg defs ain my potna
gon lyrikly defeet you like yous a clocka
huh! You HOeSTA cain fucc wit da Nation
bacc UPINIT G!HOe like dem FOLKSTAZ representation..
Kazhual Da Hackin Apprentice:
Fragments of particles leftover frum exploding bomb shellz dropped upon thee//
verbal rhyming-battling composure increasing exponentially//
with each different alias includes a different personality//
Apprentice once, veteran now, but I continue sportin my classification proudly//
smokin too much sherm? I think so 'cuzz yer rhymes are similar to your esophogus- cloudy//
Bitch Cassidy's aliases-personalities cannot withstand the onslaught of five//
tearin yer main rhymin instrument out, destroyin yer verbals frum the insides...
The Syndicate...