Namix

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Namix


Also known as Dynamix.
Active from June 2001 to the present time.
Posted primarily on Rap World, B-boys, Rap Music and Project Rhyme, but also on various other sites such as Prowlers, Blunts, 411, and Eminem sites.

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BATTLES
...in the beginning

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vs. Uneek
12-29-2002
first EVER battle on b-boys yo!

if u are what u eat, everyone’s uneek.. dont be proud of that shit;
cuz I got this battle hands down, just like the crowd when u spit...

ur Uneek, dicks like to get beat; but dis pussy’s got me to kill..
why do u rap.. I’m sicker than Hitler and can Nazi your skill!
Now for the hot-seat, u ill? Well ur poetry really drops jaws..
everyone claps at ur ass; til they use a whole round of applause;
It’s the sound of a loss, the smell of defeat; all 5 senses tossed;
like Jesus u dont wanna cross; I’ll leave ya redder than Pentecost.
Ur whole cause is lost; I clock kids that front, watch ya back..
Uneek can’t tackle this quarterback; fags only close to the sack;
Those are the facts.. I’ll kick ur ass like its being fed this shoe...
I really had a Uneek problem today.. now he’s just a dead issue..

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vs. Egotistical

Kid hopes for a rap career?!
…I simply just find this question stunning, Wire you going about it?
Ego only shocks me when i put metal objects in his emotional outlet
this dick will never measure up against me, he’s short and i’m big
i’d mention the fags love life but thats all folks, like porky the pig
i bet ur almost done with ur verse…cuz the stench is lingering fast
i’d never thumb thru ur work, get your boyfriend to finger that ass
‘n fuck the newbie groupies who-keep pretendin this faggots mean
they can follow the rainbow, but i get skittles in vending machines
it could be as simple as 1, 2, 3..but in plain English im way too ill
so dont count on a win…cuz uno, dose, u dont have a tres of skill
I get arrogant after a kill...and I knew my knife was goin to boast
cuz my blade really got Egotistical...after it Pride open his throat
hope ur jottin down notes, cuz ya livin garbage like oscar the grouch
if ur skills even Remote, it must be hidden somewhere under a couch
though our records wont relate after this, i’ll still find him 'n I alike
cuz mine will be a good 4-nothing, ‘n he’s been that his entire life!

Thanks for putting me on your buddylist, lol

vs. euphemism
10-31-2003

happy halloweeen heh

ya u got up here before me, ever think i could be a new member?
be glad u made the Thirty first ...cuz u wont be seein November
Aura gave u a tough loss son, last round ur ranking was awesome
but now that Six is 18…joey lawrence can let their love Blossom
Euphemism euphucking suck… listen bitch, your dissing is thru
i have a leg up on the competition…just to keep pissing on you
yea im after the thrown…so quick lets get all these votes-pooled
if hes in a class of his own…its a euphemism for home-schooled
we can reflect on all ur years rapping, but it would offer no help
cuz after they ‘took u for a ride’, u had nothin to Chauffer urself
hes never mustard up any skill, so he’s playing ketchup instead
and Solution has a sandwich…after Mayo is spread on his bed
i’m gonna leave this square bent out of shape, for the last time
everyone knows u cant make the circle of life…with a flat line
cant match mine, i’ll put your lights out so bad it hurts to sleep
if u snooze u lose.. so i aint even gonna read ur verse this week
next time u bathe in the spot light, i’ll throw toasters in for ya
because i can come off the wall quicker than ur posters of aura

vs. Verbal Weaponz
10-02-2003

IMMA GET Verbal

…READ MY LIPS, beacause you need a lot of help to win, its true
u dont just need a-cyst, u need a severe case of herpes simplex two
cuz i aint throwin this.. but if you Badger me im sure to throw a fit
so if u want to keep on diggin yourself a hole… fucking Gopher it
and forget stones and sticks, i got rusted machetes to jerk with fury
i’d be scared of VerbalWeapons...but I know that words can hurt me
i raise bets and teach them to rumble, believe it u will get pummeled
and after im certain they beat your Ante, their gonna kill your uncle
cram ur face, Verbal-lies bout bein ill, its all talk ‘n a damn disgrace
cuz it means the bitch has gotta skirt around the truth..and his waist
….i got hollow tips, hes just got void advice on the keys to advance
‘n i’d have to go to a gay disco club before i ever see the ‘Guidance’
i clown weaklings, ‘n enroute to plow the kids that are now peaking
VERBALS WACK…. that’s why my skill goes with out speaking

vs. .LM.
10-17-2003

...eh, here's my no show verse.. kids need to stop sleeping or just not check in tho


kid cant match against me, best believe ya’ll can take him gently
cuz the top 30 is just like high school years…beyond ‘LM-entry’
but im gonna keep creapin muh way up, while u just bitch instead
…sad u wont see below ‘thirty-too’, like Mexican kids with sleds
dont know how you got here, and i dont care who this bitch cons
but the winner of your last match wasnt clear… it was Bronze
LM just go buy a vowel or something, you’ll get torn on the site
i have ALL elements of a good rapper, your just a Boron the mic

...and for love of the word of the week heh..
i'll craftily spacecraft thru this bar, before i blast off in laughter
cuz the wins so far sighted from you... it went to LensCrafters

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vs. Oneduh
2/19/04

lol mr ego was ur alias?

u win some, u lose some
u have something, then its gone…either way i’ll defeat u tho
for me victory is an easy-come, and beatin u is an ease -Ego
ur skill is doubted too, let me spell it out for you…w, a, c, k
this battle was over before it begun… like ur stay in the pba
they took u out preseason like anxious hunters, ur not very ill
ur too wrapped up in ur record bitch, u should a 10-2 ur skill
but next week it’ll be different, so when ur attendance is low
remember 3’s a crowd,
…...and even ur loss column wont be caught dead at ur show
i have more sects than the catholic church, if u wonder bitch
shit i just laid the cards on the table…and your trick under it
im Savage like fred’s career..im loadin a clip, blowin this kid
‘n bringin oneduh year’s to an end, like kevin growin up did
you say battling u is no picnic? if ur really that dumb, shit…
after this walk in the park, i’l bring u a piece of cake from it
say ur the R.Kelly of text? for now ur really living the dream
but what are your plans for after inkwell’s finally eighteen?
i reek havok, u get shot in the back as im bustin my gat bitch
One armed? he might be, but then how the fuck can he clap it
i’m murderous, i’ll serve this bitch faster than a nervous tick
death’s around the corner…ur mom saw him while workin it
last week u merked the kid, but give jesus ur best penance
cuz that was just Fatal Words,
…and this was a complete Death Sentence.

vs. Awtasee
11-07-2003

k, 16... hope u show

ya awtasee had a good race… but now hes stuck with shitty luck
gettin to the tops a wild goose chase, and hes just a sitting duck
sig says gangsta?! he aint raw or grimey, its soundin so dumb
i dont think his style is Gutta, but im certain he found it in one
or in a sewer, cuz ur down shits creek no paddle
so u better get Raphael
…if u ever want 2 Si’s up against me in battle
if this bitches skill is up to date… then im way past the recent
because Awtasees like a topless beach… not half-way decent
admit it u suck, if wack is a crime ur livin in cuffs
i’m the pick of the litter
...your just on the side of the highway pickin it up
he follows my path, knowing it leads to him kicking the bucket
if his rap dream is Chaste, its just cuz im not to be fucked with
if wackness can take its toll, he should really levy his shit then
my spits labeled ill
his is labeled, ‘while reading, do not operate heavy equipment’
im gonna Barge thru you, these punches come by the shipment
my hits Love Connection, n just left u wit a fear of commitment

vs. Cryogen
11-21-2003

hope ya’ll are all ears like his head is

ur styles played, u aint grimey fag! close ur book ‘n store ‘em
if flippin grill lines is gay..by George, cryo’s lookin Fore men
im eerie like black crows…im fly, n got a feather in my cap bro
ur just eary like Dumbo…and only fly with a feather in ur nose
ur still in like 8th grade.. naptime, playground n school recess
i wont be copping ya bikini… but imma take ya two piece’s
i have super vision like 20/20… and im gonna see this out
Cry has super vision like 24/7…cuz he cant leave his house
this pussy plays football? bet mommy aint seen him performin
Cryogen wears an extra pad…extra thick, and extra absorbent

vs. Retulen Reactus
11-28-2003

fuck thanksgivin kid, u lost ground faster than the Indians did
speakin of which,
...ur train of thoughts like the ‘little Injin’ that couldnt do shit
u can blame the dog, cars, obstacle courses or the fake car toy
…but none of those explain why you couldnt beat Paper, boy
ya tongue-tied like shoe laces.. so quit thinking u’ll blaze this
its over with the fat lady, and the bitch isnt singing ur praises
i go ape like king kong, on ya ass like your creepin pink thong
ur only in Ex-T cuz ya ‘rode Mud’ like the dirt street u live on
u can think a battle wit me’s more Fair than albino hair ‘n skin
but like old Michael Jackson pictures.. ya pale in comparison
everything u types fuckin pitiful, you probably even log-on sad
all ur drops are like the end of Old Yeller…cuz ya doggone bad
lol@u usin a adam n eve punch, now your verse’ll get Eden too
‘n if we banned the ‘bad-apples’ in RBL..u’d be forbidden, fruit
finishin clowns! fuck throwin it in, wipe my piss wit the towel
kids never make-out wit muh ass, but u can start kissing it now

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vs. Worst Enemy
12-03-2003

I call this “I wouldnt fear the Worst if I was a pessimist” heh..

its fact that we’re mismatched, so get back to packin herb
but to level the playin field a lil, i made an intro as wack as urs

thats Worst at his best? im speechless, i mean what can i say
…at best, the kid’s verse was really living up to his name
u always come plain then complain, bitchin so u dont finish last
but now ur stuck up shits creek…or is that still mr. River’s ass?
ur best foot forwards the one in the grave, never had respect gave
but since kids keep tabs on me, wanna buy some for ur next rave?
ha, i read omni’s post dude, u do coke too! imma smoke this joke
u wanna be a token dope rapper,
…but ur just a wannabe rapper token dope
on stage? like u searchin for punches i get crowds goin “Yahoo!”
u’d need Aladin’s genie to beat me…but are only gettin Aboo..
cuz i seen the skill ya Brought-Worst, certainly was not the best
i’d say ur shows are hot, dog…but their more of a sausage fest
lol@ sayin ur a “textual monster”! u need audio to boogie, man
‘n if this fag even has Monster ink..its just cuz he’s a Disney fan
getin in MIC was a lucky strike, their skill aint up his alley there
the bitch is just lucky Strike…even keeps him around for a spare

vs. Calefaction
12-11-2003

like crap floating, bouyant shit to me.

i wont reuse my last drop against u, like what i think ur hunch is
i DID prewrite a verse tho, it just has too many inkwell punches

bitch found anotha glitch in the matrix last week, i seen it unfurl
he called ink a chick so much, im convinced he got beat by a girl
ya im from bboys, so ur trailer trash ass starts to act hard?
lets take it to the parking lot,
…cuz im about to beat u in ur own backyard
last time HE didnt let me post, incase ya’ll didn’t know
im here cuz im ahead of my time,
…he’s here cuz the RM clock’s thirteen minutes slow
i ride Charles!? if u see me up-Chuck blame ur music whore
“nam played off me, he’s DQ’d therefore”
boohoo bitch, i played off ur verse where it was used before
this w!gger is wiggedy wack, i mean it, he aint jack
if ur such an ill cracker,
…why’d u ask me to help get ur screen name back?
ur a two faced bitch…at times ur cool, others ur just a punk liar
but next time u play the middle road, i’ll be playin drunk driver
u got the melanin of a cow, when u go out ur bound to get slander
cuz like uncle joey in Full House, everyone around you is Tanner
rap = great rhymes n basslines, not classical music n poser shit
its fine that u toot ur own horn…just stop trying to rap over it
his shows are shit, while I get crowds moving, his stood still
he gets every hand-down, like his shoppin sprees at good will
every battle Cal bitches and moans, gets shook up and cries
i’d hate to be a Powder,
…but i’d probably pout too if I looked like you guys
ya u look like a kid from Kenya, but kenya stop ventin for once
cuz ur two cents
…comes straight outta my mom’s ten cents a month
Cal cant get gayer, we all saw u dickride Island fast, then later
like taking shits at gas stations, u always had ur ass on Paper
u’ll serve me the day ur w!gger ass starts deservin ur wins
imma make u cry uncle, Tom
then make u cry when i call u a white version of him
knew ud be in the grave wit one verse, hope ur stay was fun herb
ya’ll can call this battle a Cal ender, cuz his days are numbered.


vs. Imperial
12-20-2003

no fans, no show.

noone takes u seriously, but anyone can take u, seriously
^u proved u didnt bite that?
…how many excuses did it take you, seriously
if where ur from defines the man.. i still say he isnt
fuck the state of Mass, i’d rather live in a state of atheism
ur no nuisance to school, aint somethin im refusin to do
you fuck up in the klutch, and you lose to him too
im straight cocking the gun, and stopping you son
my ever letter drops bombs,
…u make threads cuz u cant even drop the N one
im warning lames, it’ll dawn on u before morning came
and while I brainstorm g…
you can get back to giving storm g brain.

vs. Craven Moorehead and Tri Optix
01-03-2004

kids say their games the best, but Tri’s just craven head
while the rest get laid,
…and Craven moorehead just gets laid to rest

Optix shouldnt of tied craven last week, who gave him a win?
if at first you dont succeed……Tri, try taking the hint
theres the Kobe case, the OJ case…im sure Michael’s will stop
but shit, in any case we all know that “Tri’ll get dropped”
cuz u got no disses, or you’d be predicted to win this too
craven ‘n i know disses, but nobody know-disses you
u know disses true! my verses hold water, water urs holding?
i know u just do this for fungi, cuz ur concepts are molding
i got Craven rolling, and teasing ya as i outline you in chalk
but speakin of fungus, he soon wont have mushroom to talk
if Cravens a rappin wannabe, his careers really stumpin me
cuz he’s the only MCI met that works for a phone company
now natures callin, n u wont put it on hold if u see me again
n it dont mean Prowlers is on ur dick just cuz UPN ur pants
Ottowanna make fun of ur country, but i swore id be handin ya
…so at least i’m honest
cuz like fags in Montana leavin to make their vows in Canada
…it wasnt an MT promise
u dumb cunts got outdone before this battle begun
this was as easy as shootin fish in a barrel
…that swum into the one in the front of my gun

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vs. Calefaction and Scientz
01-10-2004

Wheaties is the breakfast of champs, so we need to respect it
but behind Cal’s back,
Wheatie’s the champ who’s always gettin eaten for breakfast
cuz last weeks match? i wont say who had that battle one sided
becuz every1 already knows who had that battle won, Sci-did
dont deny it, u sold ur soul to win befo, but it wont help today
cuz im hot off the top like Satans hairpiece, n u got hell toupee
ya’ll aint even a handful for me, like Cals mommy’s tits
n i’d hate to “Bust Sci’s” chops,
…but he’s got even smaller ones on his BITCH
i saw her pic hypocrite, dissin Cals ma when she should diss u
ur girls like an optimist,
cuz her cup is always half full…of kleenex and tissue
i keep speakin the truth, u got a girl but u also like guys dunn
…and being from Buffalo’s no excuse for being ‘bi son’
they kno their asses are kicked, ‘n once Scientz has dipped
Cal will be watchin ‘Raw Hyde’,
…like his white suburban family did
this lil bitch’s skill keeps gettin distorted, wit ryder supportion
his dicks the only thing that aint been blown outta proportion
girls get Cal worked up on this site, and i got to ponder
u only act hopping Mad
…cuz its the closest u’ll ever get to hopping on her
im stopping these herbs… burnin lead thru ur heads
then buryin u alive,
so u go missin as a vegitable, ‘n then turnip dead
n scientz, when it comes to livin on prayers, we kno its fact
so Farve u got by on hail mary’s, like greenbays quarterback
when riders say Sci’s good, its just tounge-in-ass-cheek
‘n only time Cal tipped scales.. was for this vote last week

Quote:
Originally posted by Scales
vote=Cale......because no one else wants him to be champ anymore

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“Big Diss”
06-22-2004

Epic got wordplay in epic proportions, but im hot wit every letter
u kno my plays always hit a Homer Epic, so u Odyssey im better
allah is the god of GIVING feedback, im the other way around
try a diss with d-compose in it, cuz no one else’ll break it down
d-compose, u rode Rev for all hes worth, hes spent from ur ass
go take out a loan at a sperm bank, cuz you owe Revenue sack
ya’ll quit pretendin ur jack, and whether ya’ll are friendly or foes
when it comes to an ass on my dick, i always keep NE MI’s close
Loot, i’ll harm u too, i’ll finish this board quicker than varnish do
bitch, i could even beat u in fooseball, and u got three Armz on u
Armz?! He aint tough, he’s weak as fuck… jesus, face it for real
i dont know if Arms-strong, but im certain that loot makes u Neil
‘n Red dye, try puttin ur best foot forward, they both busted dude
battlin me is a damn walk in the park, AKA, hard as fuck for you
u know kids wit names like Ski11z, TyTeYo, and Kidpac are shit
so if a name can say a lot about skills, Mute really lives up to his
speakin of which, i dont upset the dead, so afta beatin Mak Twitz
if ya’ll see Mak-role in his grave…its cuz he’s sleeping with fish
i heard men only use the head between their legs, that shit is legit
Nuclear Concept only Blows my Mind, when i think wit my dick
Kal was praised durin a name flip craze, but its played out today
now him steppin to me’s like a Tombstone pizza, Kalzone grave
i can do it all day exkal, im wreckin up shop, my text hit the spot
sorry bboys.. dickriders can gas a kid up ‘n i got Exxon my cock
NET and i are total opposites, im a text master, he’s a vet slacker
and on a scale from one to ten… lets just say im NET backwards
Ages, next time you spread ur legs, u better brace urself hard cuz
ur gonna get knocked up in the Middle Ages, like RC’s mom was
dynamix, dynamix, dynamix--- im the setup here if ya wondering
and kiddies its that easy to see i’ll always have Punch under me
and Immolate? ha, Immo u aint good, n when u doubt it its funny
when i say ‘Immo great!’ it means get the fuck outta my country
Diode, let me speak in ur language since we both can hack whore
My dick is like a virus…and it’ll be goin through your back door
Black ice made a battle call today, YAY, prepared for a ripping?
call urself Black Ice? why? because u didn’t see urself slipping?
and Mass better not step, I dare the guy- he couldn’t scare a fly
actually, if I hit the bitch in his face I bet we’ll see Mascara fly
Mahatmas verses?! if Hat steps to me i’ll be tearin his ass quick
im not a forgiving person, but i’d be happy to bury the Hat-shit
Charle’s cries when he loses, boohoo, lets battle you dumb fuck
votes’ll be like Michelangelos weapon, u be swayin nun-Chuck
we aint seen Charles in Charge, but 80s shows, I tell ya fellas
i mighta seen Growing Pains, but i still never seen Ouch Develop

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Vs. Toxic Fumes
06-29-2004

so your a wordplay head? give it a rest, my shit’ll stay read
kid… you’d only beat me at my own game if i played dead
dumbass joined, n i got moron my dick, kid luvs my typing
i cant even play off your verse bitch.. shit, its just recycling
i’ll drop this lame, u got no game, dont even stop to mingle
fuck britney spears, it is clear bad looks made Toxic Single
im sick, u got the shingles…how can this faggot work me
you don’t just need a-cyst, u need an entire case of herpes
fuck ur wack raps, i’ll sum up ur style with “ ; ”, thats fact
but your shit isnt a Semi-Colon, its just straight up half ass
im always making ya “wow!”, but now i am slayin ya pal
and ur up Shits Creek, just like ill-state nate’s Anal Canal
his fuckin click sucks some dick, u aint worthy of showing
his crews like Old Faithful- the Geyser constantly blowing
ur crews hopeless, we’re dopeness, ya’ll kno that JD rocks
you aint Over-Doze, but the win is surely goin to D, -Tox

vs. ~O~
08-01-2004

i use to sell dime bags, but i’d love some more money
and O’s about to get pushed around like its fuckin 4/20
i’ll stab u in ur intestines while ur stomachs digestin
and spill your guts like a mother fucking confession
easy to see me out flowin this square, no raps compare
win? its fittin to call ur crew SIN cuz u dont have a prayer
i begin trends, this posers aware my flows known for flair
i’m a fuckin fire-starter, he’s more like smokey the bear
i know u despair, my crew’d merk ur click in the worst way
we’d have ya’ll hung up on trees, like hippies on earthday
its obvious i do this for fun guy, cuz its honestly showing
its obvious u do this for fungi, cuz ur concepts are molding
ur click is always flippin played shit, and it gives us a grin
cuz like eve NOT eatin the apple- u just aint Original, SIN
ur shits predictable, im bustin the rhymes u love all the time
his drops might be a dime a dozen, but he dozen drop dimes
boy, ur phony click cant win this! hommie’s crew is finished
he calls it Strength in Numbers, and there only two kids in it
so act like ur a threat, say ur noise paints history
but like crap floating, Buoyant shit to me.


vs. Doomsday
08-29-2005

fuck this kid who profusely spits this stupid shit
i always knew this dick deep blue blew deep dick
I got this text shit to a method , u can admit it or not
but like your stolen stereo…bitch, the system is hot!
I aint awful at all! suck my dick u tasteless bastard
im goin balls to the wall. ‘n ur face looks plastered!
so dish out ur best disses - but dont mock perfection
cuz u look like eddie winslow after a botox injection
act like ur a wordplay head, but my shit’ll stay read
u’d only beat me at my own game, if I played dead!
the fact is, one fast hit- he’ll be bleedin out his gums
i’d give that kid a fat lip,
…but it looks like God beat me to the punch!
cuz those are huge! wit deformed fingers, really man
at least next Spielberg movie, u can star as ET’s hands
is that a garage to ur mansion?! lol, I know your a con
i kno the address to ur card-board, ‘n it isnt poker.com
u driving that car! I wont say ur a poser, alright?
but heres a riddle:
“What’s black, red, and pulled over at night?”
u know pearl harbor? I always try to enlight..
if loose lips sink ships,
the japs shoulda hired ur girls vagina to fight!
sonnin this hoe – getting signed? its nothin to boast
ur career had more bad-spells than one of ur posts
u knew my rhymes was grimier in the worst way
so many grocer lines,
…u’d think my verse was ur work place!
i am soo street! just playin, I dont touch that market
but i will roll deep….up in a fucking bloody carpet
he has 3k posts, I got 100, but he’s worse I presume
cuz I still got 2 more RW classic verses than doom!
namix is crude, fucka pic match, god dammit its thru
i wont say u have a nice ass....but I gotta hand it to u

Mike V diss
07-11-2004

i aint even getting fancy, im just straight spitting the truth

u dissed like 8 kids in DD, and six in my crew..

i was gonna drop on ur whole click, but fuck it, i’m through
i’ll still get 10x’s more replies than ur drop by just dissin you
bitch we’re veterans, your not- so quit mentioning our spot
u can thank me for this diss cuz it brought attention to ur drop
more and more Asians keep rappin, i cant even face to diss u
im not even battlin no mo, im solvin ur overpopulation issue
u aint even the best in ur crew, testing us dude?
we should commit Suicide
…to a mental institution for flexing wit u
but at least your little diss got two replies, hey, isnt that nice!
2 kids took time out of their busy schedules to give u advice
this aint the usual style i use ‘n thats been copped by this cat
u know u suck when i dont need wordplay to slaughter ur ass
u use to think you raped kids, but we never believed that one
becuz u might be mike, but we all know u still aint jack, son
beat us? hahahahaha, he cant even be optimistic, please ya’ll
his motherfuckin cups half empty, like asian chicks in D bras
and bitch your predictable butler nameflips were abhorrin too
shiiit, wasnt it just last week i saw him wipe the floor with u?
yea we’re inactive, we sit around, hold our cocks, growin rust
and we’ll come back the day you make top ten lists over us
we’ll make top ten foreva, ‘n even when our dissing is done
u’ll still be in the thread sayin “HEY! arent ya’ll missin someone?!”
ur always wingin ur verses, each spit i think u have worsened
DOH is less than Doze, shit bitch, ur just our singular version


Vs. PoizonusJK
02-04-2003

bring it hard? im about to...
dish it out like picnic lunch utensils, even led to son ur pencils,
ya i respect your faith, but i’ll still send this punch to temples..
im raw ‘n unleavened, get Eden so quick ur son tastes heaven,
man i’ll kill ur streak, ‘n show u who really won-eight-seven..
P’s spinning a twin, of em’s “Kim” ‘n were beginnin to grin
cuz Mather of fact, now even his chances of winning are Slim..
nuthins left shady when fukin with Hades; just fukin evade keys
then take ur fake record, ‘n leave wackness stuck in the eighties.
hells freezin over ‘n ur slipping away; i’d stay scripting engraves,
never dream’n of loss, like frustrated insomniacs im ripping PJ’s!
this lyrical liter cant pour me a shot, u want a euphoria plot..?
..i treat battles like ur girl’s undergarments; ‘n see Victoria ‘lot;
constructive criticism sure is building u up, but im ceiling it shut...
feelin the slugs mealin like bugs? see, P imagery really just sucks!
i’ll bash ur egos neck in neglect, til ur mirror has dyslexic respect..
my punches arent hitting? ask ur shoulder socket how disconnect
i flip some sugar ‘n somersault; shake ur shit like a plumbers malt,
u can count on a loss, then list reasons why its the numbers fault..
this imposters crowned? its crossed around im bound to foster sound
forget jokes.. and toss this clown back to the b-boy lost and found..

[namix]

Vs. Tony Elbow
01-07-2003

Tony take the L and Bow, cuz.....

im a dick ‘n nuts in spits; its so simple to discern our scripts.
I’ll burn this bitch… got Elbow’s covered like a tourniquet…

I’d help you wit punches; I’m never lightning my thunderous swings..
But Elbow’s so pussy, only a maxi pad could take him under its wings.
smother ur dreams- a gift to cough, stranglin elbow’s til his wrist is soft
if u didn’t yearn for this Holocaust... why’d Jew really piss me off?
My fist’s aloft, but I do this for kicks ‘n coughs, my jab cuts engrave..
Kid says he’s showin “a new era”.. but the Boo’s aren’t just a stage…
I must behave.. cuz i gave it a bit of Elbow grease ‘n broke this tool..
I ‘gag’ its true –til your sad ‘n blue then puke ‘n the ‘jokes’ on you!
Get lines of coke to do, cuz my every rhymes too dope for u;
learn the ropes ‘n I hope its noose; neck ‘n neck? ha, ur necks in a fixture..
im too perplex ‘n this kicks yours; wackness even re-FLEX’n ur picture..

hahah, on the real, i cant believe that actually counted =)

Vs. Ceasar
12-31-2002

...eh good luck man

to win, skills are key.. and these keys are flawless...
watch history repeat itself, cuz all he Caesar losses!

life’s a race; its the only time ur in a better place than me..
Just face the L, k? cuz u bein back disgraces M, Caes!
i’d break them knees, but bitch please u never stood a chance..
u wouldn’t pose a threat if u modeled in Osama’s underpants.
i’ll knock ur ass into the past so your own dome hits home..
I never expected a good line wit ya; ur cell-phone’s in Rome!*
ur known for clones..but every name gets merked n dies worse;
i spit 2nd? ur only hope of eatin me was to feed off my verse!
u need a lil work; if ur skill’s up to date, im past the recent;
cuz your scripts are only 50% dressed.. not half-way decent.

[namix]

2003

ALLITERATION ANNIHILATION (DK DISS)

i define Doze’s degree of dopeness.. devastate, dishonor, deface
dropin despicable disses to dementedly diminish and devour DK
describing demoralizing demonic deeds- wit degrading dictation
dump deuces on dumb douches, and decorate ‘em wit defecation
a diluted diarrhea derby dribbling down DK’s disfigured domes
dudes left drownin downriver- defiled, dethroned and disposed
if DK is dope…… Doze is dank and double dipped in dopamine
and draped in designer drugs so dense dukes over dose on seeds
dammit JD is damage, discretely developin diabolical schemes
that leave u delinquents decease- dumped down ‘n drown ina creek
i display Doze’s distinguished dominance, Dark’s futures dimmer
dyna’ll deliver the ditch-diggers their much deserved a dirt dinner
my disses are divine diamonds, imma deepfry the dime a dozens
and as the dimwits die disgustin, describe the dyke’s dysfunctions
i dine destruction, detonate dynamite to discharge in ur diaphragms
dispersin demolished DK debris like a damn scatter-plot diagram
dilated eyes detractin back like kids with dyslexic diseases read
then dissect you into pieces like directors do DVD deleted scenes
dk defeat jd? don’t deceive, call the Doze’s rap ‘dawn to dusk’
cuz it makes the Dark Knights disappear faster Dracula does

[namix]

Calefaction Diss
03-04-2006

just a key, or roast kids- dedicated to a kid readin ghosted
..who swayed by saying i swayed before we even posted

there are many genres of funny, but I honestly can say bud
promising u’ll play clubs is what black comedy is made of
but imma show him some love…since melanoma aint thug
i’ll knock the mole off his mug ‘n cave in the hole that it dug
always flirtin wit sammy ‘n maddy, with no hoe to call bitch
now the internet is like a singles club, and so is your wallet
but i make bitches all throb, pleasing them really isnt a prob
so eat ur heart out, then leave a dildo so it can finish the job
no one fell off fasta than u bitch, now ur matches are stupid
but i know u can claw back, oneduh got scratches to prove it
always sad in ur music- depressin topics, quit crying ‘n rap
or im gonna expose the bitch in u, for ghostwriting ur tracks
try saying: susie sells seashells by the...nah dont, face it kid
nothin will ever leave ya tongue tied up like aloe’s anus did
fuck my ‘Tom’ll son’ line, kid im too quick to have any pity
now ima burn priest holmes, while ur fam visits vatican city
your mothers obscene, the dirty slut smothered your genes
ur family got blood lines ur little sister could color between
whats ur opinion on bitin concepts ‘n exploiting these days?
penny for ur thoughts, ur always good for coining a phrase
fuckin unoriginal fag, ur styles a mutt ‘n ur steeze is a mess
i wish u’d use urself as a concept, cuz it’d be beaten to death
u dunno how to approach rhymin wit me- try acquiring heat
but you couldn’t even find the right angel in ninety degrees
i’ll open my ass for that kid who u say partially made me
and make Sur kiss the ring like fuckin barnum and bailey
voters didnt like ur verse, too many battle guys mimicked
the doctor didnt like ur x-ray, too many fracture lines in it
minute by minute- games changed, but u fall the same way
its sad u called me the N-word, sadder u called it nameplay
so fuck what u seen kids- i got a better lesson, believe this
in the end i left Calvary dead, like the resurrection of jesus

[namix]

vs. Jeeps
10/19/04

Quote:
Originally posted by Jeeps
This focused omen'll cut and slice ..ya throat until ya vocal's showin..
I'll choke you knowin I made my diss-connect..like a broken modem
haha, are you serious?

ya aint 1 of a kind, but ya diss-stinked! like the concept is rare?
nuts are like comin out of a depression, and ur all over dis-pair..
sweet jesus, it’s a prefix! what I mean is, you really must suck
cuz diss wordplay is a BREEZE, don’t you feel dis gust?

Hi Jeeps!
i’d reintroduce myself, but you thought i was God in the past
‘n smell enhances memory, so i know u aint forgotten muh ass
yea brown-noser! ur just my hoe, come get hit in the mouth
and once i have ya vitals in-stable, i’ll start pimpin them out
u were talkin all tough like u’d serve me quick, but your so b!tch
when I said put ur money where ur mouth is, u ‘pursed’ ur lips
i hear its tuff gettin a jeeps top to come off, but it can be achieved
sh!t, all it takes is a little bit of Usher and a handful of beads
heres the facts, he’d have a career in rap, except the b!tch knew
his assets would get repossessed, like linda blare in exorcist 2
when u start losin, its denial at first, then u cry ‘n u curse
it aint hard to suck it up, just pretend your writing a verse
i’ve peeped ur notebook..and i tell ya what, its a damn yawn
with a pad that spotty, you should double up with a tampon
u made a thread fo ur last opponent, i peeped it ‘n saw thru the sh!t
u was sooo worried about a lostshadow, peterpan called u a b!tch
imma choke u fag! u can call it a gag, but its not very funny
when we see ya change in pale, like a slot player’s money
speakin of bettin, ur girls ugly as sin, why flaunt the thick b!tch?
she’s like an eighteen in blackjack, cuz nobody wants to hit it
and jeep’s d!ck? he calls it his manhood, chicks call it a hymen
either way u can call it persuasive, cuz its always in-tyson
is that why u stole his lyrics?! im sure its just formalities, right?
but keep sayin u are The Truth, we’ll keep saying reality bites.


“HEY JEEPS, I WANT TO TRY MY PUNCHES ON YOUR SHOULDER SOCKET, HOW’S DIS-CONNECTING!?!?$#@%@#?”


IF JEEP’S EYE HAS A FLAME, THEN THIS FIST WILL BE ITS MOUTH
THIS HEAD’S GONA GET A K.O. – ‘N I CONSIDER IT TO MEAN KICK OFF

ur like bboys ’97! u cant compare to my freshness and im stating the fact
if u try to bridge our concepts together, u'll fall in the generational gap
If I wrote a childrens song about the last time he slammed a broad at home
It would be something along the lines of ‘this old man gave a dog a bone’
Yea right!
she didnt even his kiss his ass goodbye before she returned to her pimp
chicks all treat him like his apparel, and i’ve seen girls skirt around him
you always say the battle in Iraq is appalling, and it seriously jolts me
if u really wana see an ugly war, the figure in ur mirror is revolting
why do u fear bloodshed abroad when theres a gun in your door hoe
forget about the draft in iraq, and worry bout the one in your torso!!
AZ has no ballers! I can piss myself thinkin of the clothes I might see
cuz when i think ‘wife beater n fake chain’, i think Arizona Iced Tee
on the time line Richard made, u were ranked older than mud
my hits'll remind u of the ‘purge period’, cuz u'll be throwin up blood
u prolly think this is just a loss, u prolly think its only for fun too
but i kno the art of fatherin a kid from AtoZ, and im goin Tucson u

[namix]

'Sick
773

Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Chi City
Posts: 958
Aka: ClasSick

i sometimes forget how fuckin dope dynamix was.
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August 5th, 2007, 07:15 AM #6

David Lama
its play time

Join Date: Feb 2003
Posts: 19,495

Champed:
- Battle Arena
- Battle Arena Tournament vs. Richard Corey

11/20/04

Quote:
Originally Posted by Richard Corey
guys you’re trash, ya rhymes are ass, get ya vinyl smashed
I’ll polish you two off…after I’m done waxing Dyna’s ass
lol,
i saw that battle, who’s the b!tch now? I bet ur regrettin that hard
since u aint waxing my ass, u can get back to ur legs and my car
f*ck my voice I got skill to cover, buddy a CD’d be makin me rich
‘n if u dont know the sick’ll sell, study the disease u gave to ur kid
dont slack in this thread, cuz i wont hold back til ur dead
i’ll fill the gat back wit led ‘n blast at ur head,
…until ya lie in a wake, like u smoked crack before bed
ima dissect him quick! kids, vote on how profusely he will bleed
ima cut the head of d!ck, like his wife when using too much teeth
after all these textcee days, his style decayed, the guy is still gay
and his wife still checks his cell bills, cuz he still tries to be tre
the predictions were speaking, kids didnt u see me rock the polls?
want me to flawless RC?! lets all PM Sezsions til his box is full!!
i barely knew him, but rich once spoke of this b!tch like a brother
that day he introduced me to Sez, and to the term significant other
it use to be cool to rock out in garages- in rapping terms, its true
but jam sessions, that was always more of an action verb to you
its odd u think we’re even, to sum it up ur wordplays an old addition
do the math urs is wack, plus half the time minus in its own division
i got it to a science, but thats a new subject, guy my shits miles ahead
its ironic ur verses are thorough, cuz thats the way my style was bred!
‘n if our steezes made some football teams, ya ass would have a loss
cuz my style would pick up tyrell owens, and urs would gather moss
speakin of which, u seen the Chiefs run the ball? hommie for real
it reminds me of your neighborhood, cuz Holmes got some wheels
newbs I got news! dial 1800-iam-dirt-poor ‘n u can talk all the time
cuz I heard Richard Corey is on the other side of the poverty line!!
i fear the 2nd coming! war, diseases, plagues, spirits from clouds
DAMN the rapture sucks! sorry, i was just reading ur lyrics aloud
we’ll forget pal, u aint even someone kids pretend they oughta kno
it doesnt a take mexican war for us to say we’ll remember allah mo’
quit sayin ur real, cuz now u get ate by cats who useta follow ur rap
and if u were the truth, im sure u’d be harder to swallow than that

[namix]

"The Graffiti Artist"
03-06-2005


be it a portrait or sketch, it wasnt hard to get his mother to boast
at breakfast, he was the type to literally paint his butter on toast
yet eventually the artist in him became a mid-summers day ghost
‘n sadly before he met his callin, his inner-youngster met growth
but he knew he still had it all! in a life, some shutters dont close
for he had a skill and a wall, it was time that he brush up on both

the naked wall called to him, in an instant, he’d jot a work plan
and after years of hearing the word CAN’T, he got his first can
he started at night…but embarked with a bright spark in his eye
that somehow allowed him to harness the light darkness denied
it was rationalization vs. his artist inside... armed with his pride
his brush offered a stroke of genius with the smartest of strides
‘God damn my hearts a bad guide!!’ the kid scoffed with a smirk
cuz now that he finally followed the thing, he got lost in his work
he swiftly bathed the wall with paint, he smothered it with haste
and graciously gave it every shade, including the color in his face
it absorbed each drop like soil plains that been floodless for years
this kid redefined the 3 primary colors- with blood, sweat, 'n tears
he fought thru the strife, paintin a name he thought up that night
but he didn't just personify the wall, he actually brought it to life
tho his childhood curse was uplifted wit the word he had written
he wasnt content, with this person’s ambition it hurt to be driven
cuz he had perfect precision that could rival a surgeon’s incision
but the worst indecision when it came to his version of finished
yet some saw the worth he had given to the earth that we live in
nothin as influential emerged from a vision since birth of religion

it’d be a poster to me, but some bitched “its all over the street!”
kid plugged into his creative outlet ‘n shocked both the extremes
popular political pricks pushed for prison, probably 20 years flat
to penalize a picture perfect paintin the public paused to peer at?
‘its pollution!’ parlor moms pose arguments as they part their mop
and then pitch their partially-smoked parliaments in the parkin-lot
he aint purposely persuade packs a people to the particular game
they just found a wall, ‘n like an alliteration, all started the same
pummeled with persecution…the painters were going thru a test
they were in their right mind, but most people only use their left
so everything the artists posted was attacked ‘n called into focus
its poetic justice that before the graffiti the wall went unnoticed
media told the facts: its peer pressure parents, so scold their ass!
they'd follow him off a bridge, but he already tagged the overpass
how trend setting was he? some people were swept off their feet!
he didnt just paint the town red......he painted it ready to read
cuz dammit it wasnt damage! why’d anyone brand him a bandit?
kid could manage to see an artistic side on the back of a canvass
he cant even admit he did this, gets dismissed like sun-shines are
making a painting he cant claim.. like a gift with an unsigned card
to this day hes a name that isnt reppin a face, but u bet its okay
....its easier to see someone’s soul without their flesh in the way
so the poet in him’ll keep going forever, and hopes eternities late
even though his intellectual property doesnt have a security gate

this story’s not false....lies or a dream, i'll explain how i planned it
these boards were the wall, i was the he, 'n the name was dynamix
vet to sensation, i wrote in present tense durin my text elevation
so my every piece would be an easy read for the next generation
my shit’ll live kids- in the future read 1 or 2 spits, and it’ll prove this
cuz behind the new shit theres always a blue print on how to do it
someday a cat’ll say my ideas are old…he wasnt there at the start
‘n if he went backwards, what he calls an artifact was in fact a art
some tried to copy my paintings, i wont say vengeance is sweet
but the most important prints they traced, were left with my feet
we’re all graffiti artists! with a made-up name to decoy a real sense
and with a creativity that’s priceless to the point you feel spent
i’ll be gone by day break, if im remembered i got ya’ll to thank
the name was dynamix,
…will it paint a picture or will you draw a blank?

[namix]

"My First Words"
08-18-2004

you once wanted a family..

but the time has come by and went, i’d play angelic violins
and recant the story of our family, but where do I begin?
for you once wanted a family.. once wanted to conceive kin
but like a pacifist, could not fight for what you believed in
u coulda been somebody’s mom, but it seems ur heart wasnt on
in a world of pro-choice and pro-life..like there aren’t any cons
in a world where, i wasnt! in a world where, i will always miss u
in a world where i was just developing tissue and a political issue
in a world granting the right to sadistic-acting self-loving addicts
to define pre-birth assassination as an after-the-fact prophylactic
but not meeting u was my worst-curse, ‘n tho i had no earth-birth
Dear mommy: here are my first words…

Mommy I didn’t expect you to expect me, life is full of surprises
how could you expect to expect me? blessings come in disguises!
what u have to realize is, u had good fortune in this bundle of joy
luck be a lady…or maybe even a boy!
altho luck is gone now, i dont think ur a sinner, ur my mommy
but didnt u hear opportunity knock? it kicked against ur tummy
for now i live in the “could of beens” of my dad and my mom
but im sure u’ll feel ur maternal instincts kick in long after im gone
and when that day comes, I will still be cherishing you mother
and still wonderin why a mistake to u, was a miracle to others
is my ultrasound in the family album? that would be swell cuz
you got the picture…but just didn’t give it a chance to develop
u didnt have me! so why are u sad? mommy, its not justified
if ur water didn’t break, then what keeps coming out of ur eyes?
the weight of the situation wasnt even about what im announcin
the weight of the situation was eight pounds and six ounces
weren’t you a baby once? It seems that I can not settle the score
i just wish you followed my grandma’s footsteps a little bit more
i’d trace ur footprints anywhere, and I hope its to kingdom come
i’d trace ur footprints, if I had a birth certificate to leave mine on
but again I’m just a memory has-been, if I were u I’d be cryin too
forever trapped in the past, because the future was inside of you
you did not want to carry me and now u cant bear the truth either
but tell my future siblings I said hi,
and share my first words wit new readers
I love u, and tho i wasnt somethin u wanted to raise or up-bring
one day I promise to raise u mommy…with my premature wings

[namix]

Ozy
Join Date: Nov 1999
Posts: 266
That Graffiti piece is ridiculous.
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August 11th, 2007, 12:34 AM #10

Baron Mynd
Weed Smoker, Heat Holder

Join Date: Oct 1999
Location: Wolverhampton
Posts: 4,121
Battle Record: 10-6

Yeah, I remember seeing that joint up in RM's Open Mic archive.

Classic.
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August 11th, 2007, 01:50 AM #11

'Sick
773

Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Chi City
Posts: 958
Aka: ClasSick

no man i remember i cried the first time i read 'my first words'

well not really, but it hit HARD IN MY CHEST AREA

dope shit.


and Lama... u should change the thread title to Dynamix, since that was his name.
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September 7th, 2008, 06:36 AM #12

MC More Skills Than You


Join Date: Feb 2000
Posts: 2,783
"WORDPLAY Battle vs. Spit That - topic: girls names"
03-01-2005

ya’ll know the chick on drew carry, who aint thin or nice
Mimi? fuck her name, i was just sayin the winner twice!
cuz really, a name-play battle on girls! hell, i am baffled
guess i’ll take the w, since he wants the Ellen this battle
ur fav. rapper? im Anita version! i dont mean to gloat
but i Betty thinks the Rita’s wont even give Mia vote!!!
keep a secret? i make ur bones erupt thru loads of cuts
and u’ll be Sharon ur guts, until the doctors Sonya shut
this Gail get dropped- nose spit, chopped- hit wit a lever
so make like Jones’s Diary, and try to Bridgette together
with a lil Grace, Hope and Faith..in a world with no poise
maybe oneday after Marian a gay, u’ll Birtha girl or a boy
Ima Flora car into his body, spinals left dented ‘n knotty
this kid’s life-line is Tracey…oops, i meant to say spotty
ur rate on my scale? Eileen towards wack! dammit ur trash
get the ointment, namix is rash!
and dammit the fact is im quick to Hannah kids ass…
u cant manage to last, whore here’s a lesson
“Wilma drop flawless you?”
…is an example of a rhetorical question
dont Tessa veteran who’s better than u, whole other level
call me when ur shit Roxanne i’ll Selma soul to the devil
if I was a girl, i’d be a Dee or a Dyna, it isnt really insulting
and if you were a girl, either way you’d STILL be a Pauline
dont be Mad-i-son u! I already Wanda battle, now ur sexed
i like it doggy style, thats why i got Alicia round your neck
u never Freeda verse, dammit herb- im always spewin fiyah
if you be callin yourself The Truth…imma be callin u Aaliyah
u can sex a Rachel or an April- screw a June or a Natalie
but REALLY fuck a Taylor,
…cuz you were never suited to battle me!

the situation? look how Harriet got! so if ur dissin aint thru
u can keep Colleen me wack, its not like Allyson to noobs
if i gave ur verses a title, they aint really a Jane or a Rick
whats a good name for a bitch?
maybe i’ll call ur drops Aileen, cuz their makin me sick!

the Doris that way -->

[namix]

"John Kerry Diss"
12-12-2004

The PREAMBLE

ya’ll think all Republicans drive cadillacs - the statements sickening
shit, even democrats were behind a Lincoln in the eighteen sixties
Republicans have the Elephant, cuz they’re never forgettin the past kids
and the democratic party has always been represented by asses
who vent about taxes, and keep tryin to make the government big
so fuck democrats, i’d rather see the Head of State covered by Whigs


Kerry, ur a phony!

and your few-fans knew-man, the second that you-ran
ur agenda’s more general than U. Grant
with views-and skewed-plans that are faker than ur new tan
then you claim that ur black? well, maybe im wrong wit the fact
but i think u’ll have to stay in the tanning booth longer than that
u always changed ur crews stance, u can say it still didnt happen
but we got so many logs that honest Abe coulda built u a cabin
listen to this politicians contradictions, every bills gettin smothered
cuz this silly fucker has made more vito’s than Sicilian mothers
he’s been pissing on his visions, listen, he wasnt a #1 candidate,
i cant even call him a #2, cuz he doesn’t STAND FOR SHIT!
u do change ur stance a bit, pro-war to anti-war, it wasnt a buzz
you swing both ways, kinda like the new jersey governor does
ur always pretendin the facts, dead in ur tracks bending the past
sorry I don’t share ur vision, but u cant fit two heads in ur ass!

of course he should endorse city schools- Harvard taught him that
but HE went to private one, and wont even go public wit the fact!
listen up you democrats, the war is something to take serious..
i’d rather elect a birth control pill, cuz kerry wont regulate, period!
ya i said it, its evident im glad he aint the president, will u cats learn
if I were to describe Kerry in two words… it would be a bad term

rolling stones gather no moss, that’s why we captured sadam
‘n flyin stones gather purple hearts when they scratch u in nam
and ur pro-choice? we need troops! we should be making some more!
nevermind- after ur incident in nam, we stopped sendin babies to war
so u say killing kids is just a religious decision? if u really feel like this
murdering malicious liars is apart of my faith, so will you legalize it?
ur attemptin to win over aborters who are usually poorer, its clear
so in essence ur pro- losing 1.1 million future supporters a year
why dont u care for the kids? I get it now! the reasons awfully fowl
its because that segment of the population doesnt vote anyhow!
and ur soo for homosexual rights it'd really surprise me if ur not gay
but hell, maybe all your stem-cell research will find u a cure for aids
gay activists kno a pacifist from actin bitch, now no-one defends u
even Cheny’s daughter 'n all her lesbian friends to voted against u
about 50% liked Bush, look at what a close race that its been!
another 3% liked Nader… and the rest knew Nader cant win
u see, no one reaaally likes kerry, but he doesnt get the facts..
let me take a poll:
how many people want me to shove it in his ass?

hes for importing medicine, yet hes against jobs shipped off shore
how can he see eye to eye with the little guy, John’s six foot four!
I’ve heard people say carry your cross, it’s the lesson that I’m teachin
‘n I’ve heard people say Kerry your cross…dressing on the weekends
so Bush was a drunk? He still loves beer, we know that he’s fond
cuz at the end of the day, he was still pissing all over a John..
now u can drop ur damn rambunctious plans, but im not a fan
fuck Kerry’s cabinet, it wasn’t even fit for my pots and pans

[namix]

"You're all Actors - wordplay flex..."
10-16-2004

i’d say that I respect ya stuff, except ya suck
‘n its time i separate the actors from the reel like director cuts

u read my shit ‘n think of Sharon Stone,
………cuz sharon stones hot ‘n so is this rap
I read ur shit ‘n I think of Sharon Stones,
……….with everyone else to throw at ur ass

::ahem::

I’d help most of u improve, if you didnt turn to bitches
but u’ll be learning quick kids
dissing me is like lighting Jeff on fire, burning Bridges
and after i blow up ur house, with ur family holding eachother
your going to be a Foster child like Jodie’s your mother
then ima scorch u til the searing smolder decomposes your skin
and as sure as Hoffman’s feeling breezy, u’ll be Dustin the wind
I hated those brothers…theres some1, Stephen, and Alec in there
but if the Baldwins good, ur battle records got a full head of hair
My every punch holds water, boy! If a kid thinks it cant happen
I’ll make like happy gilmore, and swing clubs away Adam
and it doesnt mean u good at rappin just cuz u say ur black, damn
who gives a fuck about color, Hue doesn’t make you Jack, man
dammit cats, I kno u cant stand the fact, but admit I’d hand ur ass
and maybe I wont fuck all you whores up if hugh grant me that
this guys career ‘n ur drops should both be Chuck’d in the trash
because his movies are never any good, and Norris your rap
don’t like this? I beg ur pardon like dolly but u lovette like lyle
u need to seek fashion tips from Henry if u aint Fonda my style
‘n why do u make aliases? u come ok once, then ur certain to fall
see, even if u start A New-man, your drops are sure to A Paul
im on some new shit, u say ur concepts Arnold but save it bitch
because your skills harder to spell out then schwarzenegger is
i spit devilish, evil! dont challenge me people, u better just yield
because I would have to run over Sally just to level the Field
my wisdom is clear, if u wanna get skill, first witness it here
and then switch Gear’s, like pretty woman did Richard’s career
from old whores to teens, its always my floor – their knees
when it comes to pussy, even ashton cant get Moore Demi
kid ya dumb, i’ll knock some sense into u with a single punch,
put ur money where ur mouth is, ‘n i’ll Jack every Nichol, son
you aint a hustler and you never stole money, so dammit please
quit sayin ur gonna Rob Deniro like some kind of spanish thief
cuz im getting dollars, and what are you broke fuckas gettin?
last time u brought home the Bacon, you woke up with Kevin
when it comes to chick-flicks, bitches love Christian they tell me
so I bet you hoes turn Slater on more than Kelly Kapowski
i feed off my foe’s pain, i’m so strange when I blow brains
‘n treat my shots like Glen’s one-story house, Close range
Kurt Russell Crow, wooah, how long can I carry this style
ur drops couldn’t be dug-less if they got married to michael
retard, u prolly don’t know her last name, cuz ur such a fool
but put it this way, I bet you took Sigorney’s bus to school

u can say ur ALMOST as good, u MIGHT somehow not lose,
but like Ted hugging me, you’ll be Danson around The Truth

[namix]

"I am a Keyboard"
06-09-2003

it “hits close to home” when ya “insert me” in shit like the top ten
im makin history, n I’ll be going Down in Pages, Right to the End
I hope everyone 0-Ins on the number keys we dont use usually
because Delz got a Period, he must be the Next To Enter puberty
look Alt the Window, u can see Stars After 8... grazin the earth
or Hit a Space Bar Before like George Jetson pre-gaming for work
u cats Play games n need me to run them! riders, cherish this thought
i got Skill where u suck n pussies get fucked.. ‘n im hardware ur soft..
i Get My Message Across, the way everyones Top-Pro is fighting to do
so fuck Q kids that say i’m WERTY, “I” am comin Right After “U”
Theres always a 5 Shift Percent, like Americas average inflation rate
when it comes Down to it, we cant a 4’d shit cuz of the Dollars weight
u got 3 #’s ON me, but my fists Strike 2@ a time when im blazin son
every screamin victim is Left with my Mark, 'n its the Exclamation1
I got Caps Locked n u’ll be dead in a Screen Shot, so Shift Backspaces
IF I PUSH THE RIGHT BUTTON WITH THE JUDGE, it'll drop my cases
im harder to see than a Backslash, take a stab at it now or trust me
im sick enough to Up Right Break Pause on a pound full of puppies
u fags got Nothing Under Control, the Key is I Monitor ya Strokes
‘n when it comes to Escape, u’ll be Left Stuck Up in a Corner Alone
after I get A-row Up, Crowds are always Left Moving around joints
if u Follow a Push in the Right Direction, u should jot Down Points..
cuz everything about me is Key, best believe im out livin the hype
you’ll never see me with wack text, it really just isn’t my Type.

[namix]

"vs. Wasta / Charles"
05-13-2003

Wasta says “Im busy”… textcee code for “prewritin til I gut my fingers”..
Kid makes more ‘excuses for bein late’ than incestuous sluts on Springer.

At least ur sig states the facts kid..
u knew Massive Was Ta be ur last rip; ‘n id put it in the past bitch..
but ur ‘bloodsheds’ so messy.. i forgot where I buried the hatchet!
u cabbage patch kids cant hack it; my skill’s resounding so listen..
I heard Wasta’s can blaze too, but only on the grounds of religion.
im poundin this bitch in… twistin ur spine til it starts to skew ‘n coil
…then I’ll open wide your chest ‘cavity’.. and make it chew on foil!!
dont provoke sword strokes, i use throats for my restraining sheath
its no surprise ur mouth is ajar.. but its no longer containing teeth!
proclaim defeat, shot ‘n smothered, with ur riders to jock eachother
I’d kick ur ass….. but im sure that Stayt of Mynd has got it covered
its not that ur crap with rap alone, thats why u braggin alarms me..
Wasta, u really just ‘suckin general’.. like any other fag in the army

"vs. Atari Logic"
10-27-2001

ur as sporadic as the weather is, so get the jist if ur clever bitch
some kids have a foggy memory of you…but your never mist
clown my race? by the looks of His-panic I presume hes shook
cuz i’ll always be more than ya Esse… like a volume of books
im still quick to kill it, leavin stitches in squares like quilts bitch
my skills sick to the bone...look kids, hes still trying to Milk his!
stomach hurts cuz ur wordy mouth, it never deserved my brow
ya ur corny shit gave me a-cyst in the past...but ulcer’ve it now
DARE to win, i kno what thats like, u didnt pass the class right?
cough up the courage to win? he OD’d on robotussin last night!
i’ll teach him to be a fighter, ya’ll can just save the repentance
Atari’ll never say Die after this, or use my name in a sentence!
look at what the predictors tell… what u provin? bitch you fell!
u slipped down a couple notches like when u undo Richards belt

"vs. Butler"
10-21-2003


look…

^is that supposed to be his battle-cry?!? haha, im far from shook
cuz his wackness is like his girl problem, it only starts with looks
i seen the unoriginal rhymes hes bustin, ‘n he wants to top mine?!
Butler’s drops might be a dime a dozen, but he dozen drop dimes
fuck ur alias! i got past it fast, n i’ll hit u so hard that i cash the ash
im not sure if “But is Dope”...but right about now his Ass is Grass
I bash broads with my brass balls, then slap ya for every rap flaw
and if thats ur last straw…then practice drinkin with ur glass jaw
i told him God dont like fags, hoping that he would be born again
but he was already makin religious movement…towards Mormen
u blow like the gayest grenade, I’ll win and aint even playin afraid
because like Butler in my Shadow… i have this Maid in the Shade
MODs aint gettin THAT strict, so why are you about to rebuttal?
ya size matters…but ur dick could fit in a sig without any trouble
he’ll never be compared to ill… i’ll be easily defeatin this rookie
cuz i got the lions share of skills…and Butler cant even get pussy
and imma keep bruising your pride, until u fuckin lose ur head
i love everything that chews u alive, but i’d still choose u dead
The Butler put me to work?!? fuck no, i aint helping you whore
i know you hear death knocking… so show yourself to the door

[namix]

"The Gates Debate" - topical by Plato & Dynamix
July 2003

ya'll ever really see this? saw plato come back and remembered this collab, its good shit.

namix = intro, closer & 'soul'
plato = voice of heavens & damnation

A Final Choice: The Gates Debate ---- By Plato and Dynamix

-July 2003

*The menial matters of everyday subside with our life’s demise. Yet Death arrives an illusion, disguised as conclusion, and one final choice will arise. For God provides freewill in lives, and amidst deaths shrill disguise He’ll devise one question that still survives. Though He’d advise the eternal prize, the reward relies on what the soul decides, if one abides: behold the skies, if one denies: the soul will fry. As love and hate collides, debates will rise and they’ll comprise of the King of Skies and Prince of Lies. You’ll see both sides that they provide, so answer wise as you reply and bear in mind that we inscribe the last sentence in our book of lives.*

Voice of the Heavens:
Aspiration devoured by the lonely souls across the road
Join me and watch euphoria unfold and truth be told
Omnipotent everlasting God can give eternal ecstasy
Stop living for the moment n start living for centuries
Predominant pleasure in a scale unable to measure
Metaphysical treasure, every dream fulfilled forever

Soul:
reminisce on heavens benevolence, no good gleaming through,
If a loving God can create crack babies, What Would Jesus Do?
I believed in you...prayers dispersed til it was all suddenly worse
some arc’hitect, I Noah thing or two bout you flooding the earth
in a sense my innocence was abandoned, a front, a grand facade
when u saw me turn the other cheek, it was for the Hand of God

Voice of Damnation:
Firing ballistic hate with sadistic Satan
Stop procrastinating there is no reason for debating
Temptation draws your wearily essence closer
Do you really wanna spend the rest of your life sober?
The time of your subjective apocalypse has approached
I know you don’t believe in God that arguments a slippery slope

Soul:
two straws and one glass, alas the story taunts have tore me
i dont wanna sell my soul to Satan, but God wants it for free
...you’re familiar voice has instilled my choice since adolescence
materialistic obsessions; like Satan, I lived through Possessions
i count my blessins with discretion…ur argument tells the truth
but if Gods tenderness is nonexistent... who In Hell are you?

Voice of the Heavens:
Don’t fall victim to the devils vicarious vices
Choose your path wisely or pay high prices
Your life grip slipped, now follow the crowd
Sail away on the boat that kisses the clouds
Wishes coruscate the lining of heavens walls
Everyone’s attention on you, your desired enthralled

Soul:
What ur impelled to sway excels dismay and shelves cliché
if I rebel His way ur compelled to say i’ll have ‘Hell to pay’?
I’ll spell my pain, its well displayed on an earth dwellin day
where the good always fell to prey…while the selfish pray!!
..yet your angelic apparition aspires altruism, nevertheless
now I could give a ‘damn in the least’…and heaven at best

Voice of Damnation
Figure a world without any drugs and no casual sex
Can you imagine no strip clubs, parallel reality check
Gambling and violence are part of mankind’s triumphs
Go with him and your voice will become silenced
Vibrant eyelids cloud God’s one-sided impunity island
Am no tyrant it’s the churches ideas of me that’s misguided

Soul:
Temptations mark hearts with abrasions... you dealt the thirst
much of the evil you provide in afterlife was my hell on earth!
despite God’s gift of choice, im indecisive as a mountain is still
For nothing in life was ‘free’, I wish God left it “out of my will”
A fountain of chills are amounting in spills, absent eyes tear..
one argument has darkened in the light, my decision is clear.

* You walk a path alone in your days, but its shown through his rays, even as the final stone is engraved. If you don’t desire His grace, a fires ablaze for you to embrace. When life is a maze God will amaze if you trace the prints he’s laid. Though His message conveys mysterious ways its your choice to give praise, delay or betray. The ultimate question you face, is not a lesson or race, a matter of taste, or a step on a ladder of haste. It displays your place and stays awake to gaze through a haze of dismay. For God has made your soul with Freewill bestowed, and awaits to see what you’ll make of it today.*

[namix]

Burd.
..yea i'm fly

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that girls name shit was sick


vs Peter Parker
08-21-2003

Irootnog: you know what I write when I come hard
Irootnog: I don’t bash women, I diss bitches

i dont bash women either!!

i just make PP rinse my dishes, kids gay n this depicts it
Peter only gets hard-on himself, when he disses bitches
he thinks his spittin amazes so he’s not admittin i’ll blaze his
he hears the fat lady, but thinks the bitch is singin his praises
i procrastinated this showdown in the past, knowin i’d kill ya fast
but now that this battle is afoot.. i’ll show u why ur skills are ass
dont tell me whats dope punk, i’ll kick ‘n shit stomp on those
lets see if Peter knows a good punch if it hits him on the nose
thinks he holds the board together good, but this tool is bent
Allen screws a lot of wood…and he dont even use a wrench
nameplays are ur best attribute!! shame ur lame with them too
bitch I could flip Peter Parker, but I don’t play with my food
“Dy n Cry rejoin my crew, boohoohoo,” continue to drool me
this battles like ur love letters, its gona end with Yours Truly.
i’l check his threads, the day fatty quits bitchin n boards his kitchen
i’d ‘drop some feed in Parks’, but he’d fight for it with the pigeons
I’d say quit while ur ahead, but u’d never stop with this shit then
u’d have to leave bboys forever before we’d say “good-writtens”
my girl said to go easy on u, ‘n ur dissin her? damnit P thats shitty!
she fought for ur life, now she quit the save the manatee committee
Mak Twitz gave u some confidence, but fuck that im just laughin P
ur ego was filled by compliments, but the glass was just half “MT”
ur sayin u’ll beat me to the ground? clearly ur just bustin jokes
cuz the only thing your taking down here is some fuckin notes
beat SC? u only say shit when knaws here, takin all us is doubtful
knawledge.. please teach ur bitch not to talk with his mouth full.
but u long to be in SC, ‘n ur left on the bench to admire our shine
Peter will pine us forever… and he’ll forever be riding the pine.
noobs know ur skill is nada, so ur quick at lendin them a dick
u only got the name Tilted Saga, cuz u wanna bend over Epic
bad kids are just wastin their time ya’ll, so jesus just be straight
and stop tellin wack-ass nobodies their decent, for Petes sake!

[namix]

vs. Immolate
07-06-2003

so hes got to say; Hails Finest: if we do 14 bars i’ll drop today
but fuck, whether i spit now or later immo drop ‘late anyway
im in all The Good Books, goin biblical wit scripts that u cherish
he never had a prayer, so im makin sure the bitch’s goin to Parish..
immo admitted he’s nervous… shit, i’ve got this chump so jumpy
his nerves are on the edge of Awol... n pullin a humpty dumpty!
ur skills hard to spellout like jewish holidays..im backstabin ya pal
n sendin ur blood vessels on a float trip down ur fukin spinal canal
im bustin ur crew like theres sometin to prove, i aint playin bitch
cuz im sick enuf to leave ur Clan-destine to lose, n reveal ur alias!

namix wins in a flawless



vs. Msea/Contradiction - DocSpitz bboys cash "4T" tournament champ match
07-31-2003

All ur bitten prewrittens got shit on, Robert.

ur rear was kicked the past 2 times, why’d u last the next day
Doc’s just gonna see more Fracture lines… on ur ass’s x-ray!
but keep “throwin up Tre’s”, cuz this battle is no slam dunk..
its more obvious i got 4T’s in the bag than homeless drunks
u know ur punked, i risk wastin my time to assure im tighter
i’d put my dick on the line, but we all know that your a biter
this faggot shoulda jumped ship, cuz in my mind he’s O for 3
n if I toss all gay men over board, we’d find ‘m all over ‘Sea
ur religiously beaded like a rosary, so stop proving your felt
if JPhilly feels ya top notch…its only when undoin your belt
n i really fuckin hate his style…this is sure to mind rattle msea
cuz only ill kids can make the finals, but yzeone not battlin me?
u were Phill’s secret treasure, but now he admits ur fuckin trash
‘n disses ur small measures, like he dont know whats up his ass
we should do a track if ur feelin it dude!! haha im just lying fag
before sharing a needle with u, I would rather fuckin die of aids
im not showin remose kid, u sayin ur ill is crazy even in a fable
but ur never holding ur horses, so i’ll leave all ya vitals in-stable
i’ll be KO’n this tool, workin msea like he magically got the job
u say im always ‘droppin jewels’.. so explain this flawless Rob!

namix wins in a flawless



vs. September Jr. (battle 1)
08-18-2003

September Jr. (9/11 jr.)

My opener’s merely in honor of the kid that made his name off Richard Corey nameplay

But u ruined that, these past summer months proved you slack
and everyone remembers that from September to Junior wack
i keep schedulin challengers, but i’ll find a place to lay him under
i checked my calendar, knowin Septembers days were numbered
say my breakdowns are confidence boosters? u need rocket ships
u tried to bite the only hand that feeds u, and it just socked ur lips
..crowds scream “dynamix!! dynamix!!”, when im packin stands
while ur shows are more like winnin this, cuz you have no chants
yet Sept still respects my taste, he’s even hoping to step my pace
wants to take after me so bad, riders are voting him second place
do audios if ur voice aint trash! imma lyrically unmask this faker
cuz like takin shits at dirty gas stations, your always ass on paper
I bottled up hate for ur crew…i’ll cap ‘em to feel normal again
tell ur fam to dress in all black, cuz the funeral is a 4mula-vent
:::::::We interrupt this blazing for a message to the voter:::::::
my every word smoked his verse..and I’ll be forever better kid
cuz in one line im droppin more fire, -man.. than 9/11 ever did

namix wins 8-2



vs. September Jr. (III)
September Jr..

I call this “Tic Tac Toe” cuz Dy O’s him his 3rd X

Dynasores and dynamite?
Someone hurry up and call the paramedics cuz Septs style hurts
9 11… you keep using played flips on my name, so Dy’ll yours
ur locations vague, but i said ‘i’ll coast thru this’, n thats pacific
..win? i kno u aint in the right state, cuz u Nevada chance in this
ur rhymes got goofy.. mickey, donald, and the entire disney line
your concepts never get my eye...but they get cornea every time
cuz u only talk nonsense! we never know where ur shits leading
..Sept thinks we check his ass out… but we’re really lip reading
some kids realize he’s snow good, but summer reasning for him
as September falls... i’ll get a spring in my step 4 season the win
and Septs arrogance will leave him bent, this fucks feeling tense
kid thinks he’s leavin big impressions.. but he’s just really dents
u’ll never beat me let it go, dont act like u’ll be good in this bout
if u say ur skill from head to toe, put ur fucking foot in ur mouth


vs. Da Biggest
08-09-2003
Quote:
Originally posted by DA BIGGEST
Now I'm 20 and have nothin to show for the last 20 years of my life is pretty sad
^I was about to say ur nothin! hmmmmmm, somethins funny here..
u knew id call ur life a joke, so beat to the punch by twenty years!
and this battles like ur drug addiction, looks like im makin it dope
so i’ll place numero ‘uno’, n like usual, u’ll just be ‘takin a dose’
u say ‘Dys wack’ to my back, but up front ‘Dys rhymes are real’
but keep playin the middle road, i’l play drunk behind the wheel
fuck callin hours, its no secret he wont be seein a grievin minute
but i let the cat out the bag, cuz ya’ll want me to leave him in it
best be believin predictions, kid sucks n lives down on his knees
so if u say ya mouth dont drop for me, its just all around a Big Ts
crowds usually chant nouns, if urs is heard i’ll be taken by storm
n caught wit my pants down, so ur girl screams its adjective form
u sense make no! im bout to show how ur very slow in ur thought
I hope u followed that cliffhanger, cuz this punch is throwin u off
yo im more vicious than this bitch’s itch for fixes after quit’n shit..
so consider my ass in ecstasy, cuz your never gonna be kickin it.

u drug addicted chicken shit


Namix wins 10-1

[namix]

vs. Da Bone
05-30-2003

Call me gay for attention or a soulmate? what ya got now?
kid lives by his instincts, and the gay clubs two blocks down
u know who rocks sound, u love my shit from hello to outtie
da kids even named after the thing he loves most about me
tho this post is rowdy, i’ll say ur good just cuz I luv to shock
but u wont connect to illness, when I figure out buddy-block
u signed up at a good time, we almost had a homo-outage
my skill is illa fo rill, hands down... and i “no Bones about it”

namix wins in a flawless



vs. Controversial
06-22-2003

I guess the thought of killing u as a fetus was not so distorted
it ended up being Controversial anyway, shoulda got it aborted
so why u wanna war kid? ur a pussy, shit, the worst, abhorin..
Con-verses are wack! havent liked em since the first Air Jordan
u never get ur “crowd holdin up arms”, thats vital to mention
so just forget about it like Charlton Heston at rifle convention
u say u can come ill if u want? whatcha ‘Harborin’ notions for?
u kept ur skill at bay, now they’ll be found on the ocean floor!
I got flows in store, im doubting ur talent, thats not so pers’nal
my skills undisputed, meanin the winner wont be controversial

namix wins in a flawless


vs Peter Parker (second battle)
05-13-2004

aiight Allan u lil Alabama pixie-stick thick dick dixie chick,

u kno, its sad Diana died, she was the royal family’s strong half
what that gotta do wit ur style? they both Dyna-steeze gone bad
his nameplays are Allan bad taste! Yo, white breads for snacks
sour dough is for pizza…but im certain Pita is not bred for rap
ur styles sorry as fuck, in fact fuck aint even as apologetic as it
i/t/2/u/female dog/ <-- this is me breaking it to you bitch
quit pretendin shit thats wrong, n sayin ur ahead of my time too
cuz id be ur girlfriend wearin a strap-on, if i was Ages behind u
but ya, u can eat E-quell! u prolly sprinkle it on ur burgers fatty
the way Equel son’d u, u should call him ur fukin Sugar Daddy
my favorite number is 7, but i don’t need luck in this to win it
his is 3.14159265, ect…cuz its the only pi his fatass cant finish
u quit battlin, started flowin weak! jesus christ kid, ur no emcee
imma expose the bitch in u, cuz she been ghostwritin ur poetry!
its over geek, get back to kickin that fiction u pull from college
i dont blame u for bein a smart ass, its fukin full of Knawledge
next challenger dudes! Allan is thru, wackest clown in his crew
i said i live by the sword, he said ‘cool i live by ex-kaliber too!’
now quit talkin that shit, “imma die!” boohoo, walk it off bitch
my spit leaves u so breathless ur lung cancer called me for tips!

ooooh.

namix wins in a flawless

[namix]

vs. Stayt of Mind
05-29-2004

Aiight Ben…

i know this battle has kept him up at night like a horrible snore
cuz im gonna be fucking upstayt like sex in northern new york
next week is already the sweet sixteen…shame im serving you
your like the North Pole, cuz neither of u will ever get past 32
ur shits more played than a hendrix guitar, why act like its hard
its like handicap wombat gymnastics with how badger flips are
he shoulda been in Vin Diesels new flick, kid would be the best
cuz Chronicles of Riddick is a story based on his history in text
this kid is always riding the vets, and speakin of you and lovers
Alarm gets you up……and he don’t even need to use a buzzer
theres a lexus and a hummer, maybe a jaguar and a cadillac yo
…………but Benz been owned by every single rapper i know
and in closer, ur not even mediocre, so stop pretending it queer
kid u wouldnt even stand above Norm as a bartender in cheers

namix wins

[namix]

vs. TimeVirus (round 2)
4-12-2004


Top 5 Battlers on BB (2004)

1. Dynamix (what can be said.. everthing out dudes mouth is fire)
2. TimeVirus ( TV! .. one of the sickest n most consistent battlers to ever grace the boards.. mos def a good fit for 2nd)
3. Cryogen (dropped in a ton of battles over 2003 and hardly lost any .. not many people write better punches.. good shit cry)
4. Butler (very good all around battler.. wordplay ..flow .. and almost decapitating punches and personals..)
5. Richard Corey ( Long live the king.. RC, maybe the most famous bboy.. still gracing the board with his usual violence .. and 2003 was no exception .. earning him the last spot .. )

forget the top five! babies are expensive, and this guy is just poor
since im over-time, if I ever let him work me call it child support
i should be ina antique shop- wit old tables, bottles ‘n other stock
because Time had a baby, and that makes me a grandfather clock
imma shoot at u, make ur wife n son sound like a holocaust choir
and like protesting Mel’s movie, have ya boycottin the cross fire
when cryo beat him he said he was leavin! ya’ll kno i am no liar
when it comes to actin like a man, u keep pullin a mrs. doubtfire
u lost ‘n said ‘i am done’, u should set examples n advise ur son
but what the fuck can you teach your baby? how to cry like one?
u harass kids til they book a rematch, after u got took in the past
Lieutenant made it look like a rape, u major self look like an ass
ur audios trash! well, ONE track developed u a lil fellowship TV
but was ‘balance’ good? i only askew u that cuz u fell off so easy
say 1 day u’ll be on stage? stop the hype bitch, u cannot deny this
ur from Deaths Bowels, so how u ever gona drop some Live Shit
the complete n-word is censored, but sayin nigg-a is an ok trend?
if the ‘er’ is offensive, then u aint gonna like how this battle ends
battler of the year is swell, but in the future will I shine as well?
if ya’ll have any doubts for now, then Time will tell..
Quote:
Originally posted by timevirus
dynamix is one of bboy's top five EVER

that's my word.

haters can lick the kiwis...

1

[namix]

vs. Glade (kenny wayne)
2-01-2004
Quote:
Originally posted by Kae Wayne
this whole crew is funny..admit it, ya'll suck n ya know/
spems is washed up, d's gay, n your jus the butt of the joke/

ur raps lackin the wit, shit ur life has us laughin more quick
fuck butt of the joke, u coulda just called me ass of ur trick
ur spit was mean shit kid.. i mean shit kid, it really hurt me
now imma play Nyce…like his bitch did… extremely dirty
i know i cant get off that subject, Glade its true
i could drop A whole piece,
…and probably get a piece of her A hole too
under covers smothered by lovers who busted their rubbers
running more trains on her than a fucking conductor
but I bet she woulda been one hell of a mother!
wont lie, ur girl n i are a lot alike, we’d go together just fine
i leave u with breakdowns, ‘n she left you with the up kind
what luck, it must suck you got dumped by some dumb slut
ur love life ended like our crew battle…Ex’s ass fucked up
u ‘n ex didnt make our team g, did u really plan to beat me?
JD’s like mp3 players………………. too advanced for CD
i don’t feel ur tracks! make a livin in rap? please be real
your CD’ll be wack…and no one from CD’ll ever CD’lls
some1 help glade! his cheeks are swallowin his face, dang
they’re almost as wide as ur bitch’s during our gang bang
my concepts shine, pushin thresholds ‘n crossing lines
while Glade only has salad thoughts
……day dreaming about tossing mine
her ass got rocked, slammed by cocks, when would it stop
i wonder how many licks it took to make her tootsie pop
so there were 4 guys there when her ass got stormed in??!
…i always heard that group sex could be habit 4men
i wasnt surprised to hear about the men… its scary
cuz like his favorite icecream…they all Ben ‘n Jerry
got my own car, family that cares, ‘n my girlfriend is pretty
i’d say i have a Nyce life, but his whole existence is shitty
thought I’d let ur diss just role by? u dont know ur roll guy
i’ll shut ur pie hole faster than u can swallow a whole pie

namix wins

[namix]

Richard Corey Diss
1-23-2004

“Dozing off at the wheel”? c’mon Corey, you know its true
when u meet us in crew wars, wheel be dozin right over you
Corey’s digressin, fracture must of giving u horrible lessons
because the style u portray is really just a portray impression
your profile says your XX old.. and at best its disgracin
it asked for your age… not chromosome specification
im cavin in ur cranium on pavement, draining ur veins and
after makin ya face plant, taken ur brain stem to ur gay man
bring all ya got weaklings, no matter what u will not beat me
shit, i don’t even like Camp… i’ll never be cot sleeping
i’ll kill this ghoster, my wordplay is much too ill for posers
cuz i got over a mil dude, and yours are just mildewed over
girls give Rick no love, he gets nervous and his throat clogs
i’d introduce u to new tricks…if you werent that old, dog
his legends been gettin blatantly tainted with every little key
now his rep dont just need Persian, it needs all the middle east
i had his asshole in questionin, all the facts were straight
cuz i seen more kids in-corey’s
than lawyers testifying in the Michael Jackson case
his style, raps, and taste….blah, i’m saying this brief
Core’ll grow on me……………..the day im a reef
he’s always bookin my reads, knowin this rookie can key
i said look to my style for advice, and he took it from me
alot of newbies were weak, but then u stepped up as teach
n showed how to make wordplay a real pun…….ish to read
ur getting nowhere chasing ur dreams, start facing it please
DC’s where u lived all of ur life, and its the place u’ll DC’s.


Severe Diss
1-27-2004

my spittin is fowl, so sit this one out or come witness it now
all u’ll remembers a swift kick to the bowels
‘n that D-tore ur ass so bad,
your shit had reroute through your dick or your mouth
we trample crews, u know ur dead! u fools can doubt our joints
but we’re still runnin overheads like schools wit no powerpoint
beat the JD’s? please! your nothing to us but lyrical feces
with no import-tents like countries that outsource teepees
even topically, u cant top JD,
give our roster a peep ‘n it’ll make ur optics bleed
so read it and weep…like what i’ll do to ur drop next week
we off these fakes, best part of wakin up is makin u softys ache
we’ll folger necks back, and give you permanent coffee breaks
i’ll tell u newbie hoes in advance, and what im typing is true
u aint got a ghost of a chance, cuz for once we aint writin for u
so whether ur over the fucking hill, or simply just not ill
make like Satan expandin his talents, and devil-up some skill

[namix]

MY DICK IS SO LONG, YOUR'S IS MORE LIKE HELLO
8-23-2004

“my dick is so-long, yours is more like hello” -Dynamix


i given girls scars on their knees, when they use to just talk
cuz bitches always trip over my dick, like I do when I walk
thats why we do not fuck, when they see it, for better or not
they go straight to the head like a fucking ever-clear shot
so the bitches open their mouth, I tell ‘em to give it a try
but the truth is hard to swallow, and my dick is no lie
i keep bitches happy and clean, see it aint just about the fun
deep throatin my cock is a good time ‘n a colostomy in one
so you wear extra large protection? what is that proving?
fuck magnums, my dick comes strapped with an oozie
I just cant find condoms big enuff, I try protectin myself
but my dicks always in the Source, cuz its too big for XL
they act like scared troy chicks, if i ever rock condoms son
bitches call me the Trojan Horse, because im hung like one
I talked bout jimmy hats for a minute, its something to see
Goodyear went broke tryna make a custom condom for me
so durin sex, im confessin- i only use IVs for my protection
becuz i need blood transfusions just to support my erection
im always at confession, God always forgave me my crimes
and you can say he gave me an inch, about fourty-eight times
damn straight I flaunting this man, you know it kid
we both got socks in our pants,
…but I got a couple feet to go wit it
theres pride amongst friends, jacking off, pissing, but shit man
how many kids do you know also equipped with a kick stand?
Im not a real kinky fan, I guess I like a bitch that’s a moaner
but the definition of golden shower,
…is goin to the bathroom after I piss with a boner
im even too much for a fat chick, because dammit the fact is
fedex n ups went on a joint venture just to handle my package
ur hung like a hobbit, while I can hang around the black kids
call me gandolf, cuz my white shaft hits the ground like magic
for real, the black myth? i no longer think they are pretending
cuz im a white boy, and my dick is fucking racist against me
sex with me is a religious experience, now your bitches will see
cuz after the missionary position, they’ll take a vow of celibacy
so if ur not stocked, its got to be shitty, really something to pity
every guy has a member, but i got a motherfucking committee

[namix]

FLEX TOPICAL - "Cereal Killer"
3-29-2004

cant beat me in ur wildest fantasy…i make a meal of vets quick
so quit dreaming, im constantly eating the Surreal for breakfast
i dont feel ur best shit, in the future u’ll be counting dollar bills
‘n since im Branded ill, i’ll make somethin in the General Mills
my every Post demonstrates skill, so kids keep taking my style
cuz theirs is more plain than Quaker oats or a Quakers lifestyle
im front tier across the frontier, still top pillar and lyrically iller
makin queers disappear,
cuz im like toothpaste before breakfast…a cereal killer

im harder than eatin cereal wit a knife kids, u guys should try it
cuz im sick of spoon feedin u da meanin behind my writes bitch
and want u guys to die quick! your worthless, so why deny shit
nobody would want ur Life kid---shit even mikey don’t like it
u better realize i am a pimp, everyone knows that Dy got game
Trix are for kids, and i consider hitting your bitch child’s play
but for u gettin laid is a goose-chase, and ur an ugly duckling
cuz unlike the kids chasin that leprechaun, u never get Lucky
and in the mornin after she fucked me, befo taking your calls
she gave me some Grape Nuts, and only gave you blue balls
im why ur Honeycombs her hair, ‘n why when u tap the bitch
she says ‘I gota have my Pops’ cuz she kno who her daddy is
shes a wham bam thank u mam, I go in and out-- literally tho
u sincerely hear me go, ‘oh honey, oh Honey’, Nut, ‘Cheerio’
but u have us laughin kid, We-tease u about ur lil scanty dick
im raw when I slam ur bitch, so u’ll be Raisin Bran new kids
so Sunkiss my ass, like you always do, you know how it goes
but if u somehow forget where its at, then just follow ur nose
i’ll swallow u whole, i aint here to make buddies with u dude
and i avoid ur circle of friends, cuz i aint into the Fruit Loops
crystals are on premium weed, i sold Golden Grahams of dope
better than me? musta had a bowl of Special K, that u smoked
u cant rap wit me guy, ur wack and im tight, it cant be denied
bitch, even your frosted mini wheats don’t have a sweet side
end wen yew wright like dis, u can forget ever gettin respect
u need spell check like the brand that spells checks with an x
ur neglected at best, ‘n altho im a white boi im a smart rapper
ya u engulf Cookie Crisp, but u cant handle this sharp cracker
Im a verbal attacker…another ‘kid tested’? another abused
i gave ur stomach some Kix, and even ur ‘mother approved’
i spew tougher than u, u develop a stutter after i spit my rap
I make u choke on ur words like you ate Alpha bits too fast
and i’ll watch as u cough and gasp, until u be dead and still
laughin as ur head turns more colors than fruity pebble milk
then move in for the kill, hold ur face up and throw a punch
leavin u wit 2 black eyes swollen shut, call them coco puffs
im coo coo, and when it comes down to it imma bust nines
shit talk bout a loose cannon, i always Cap ‘N crunch-time
u cats cant touch mine, so just face the facts you dumb kids
i call ur hits Apple Jacks, cuz they a bunch of fruit punches
rap skills, good looks, smart….c’mon you know who rocks
cuz bitch, im the Total package…like that fucking blue box



TOPICAL - "The Rainman" - Dynamix & Weapon X, topical tag tourny
5-27-2004

Topic: the story opens with one or both of you as an old man/woman, sitting on a bench in the pouring rain, soaked. flashback and tell the story of how you ended up here.


weapon x
If you look at it just right, the rain will twinkle and shine
and I get lost for a sec in a waning wrinkle of time
I'm still on the same bench, but my veins bleed the blood of youth
and the fat water drops splash mud on my polished boots
its a cold day...but the thought of the war gives me a rush
so I sweat in the rain while I wait for the Army's bus
a hand touches my shoulder, my heart tumbles and twirls
its my girl come to see her man journey into the world
I take off my field jacket, and drape it over her head
tell her she shouldnt cry, cuz Heaven now is crying instead
I tell her she shouldnt worry, that nothing is gonna change
and Ill return to this same spot just to dance with her in the rain
but life is a funny thing, u can never even the score
a month after I left, I became a prisoner of war
my family thought that I died, Vietnam swallowed me whole
40 years of my life, trapped in a cage made of bamboo poles
I still struggled to live, did what i did and then escaped
an old man covered in mud, running to make the Embassy gates
and now im back home, back on the bench, back in the rain
waiting for a bus filled with love or an empty bus full of pain

DYNAMIX
waiting in my own dismay, and waiting just to sustain lost hope
waiting in the same rain...in vain, and blood-stained up clothes
i can still hear her say “dont go!!” but the real outrageous blow
is to think i coulda made love not war, and was engaged in both
i was courageous tho, i didnt realize what i’d be leaving behind
whoever said its never too late to learn…didnt teach me in time
i’m still saving her that dance i promised… til then i’ll stay wet
for i paid the ultimate price…..when i wrote her that rain check
the wars my plummet, my heartbeat drowns the victory trumpet
i promised her the world…only to leave for another corner of it
i coulda let the bus go by, but thought she’d be proud i enlisted
now my life went by and i missed it, because she was the ticket
does she know my dreams in prison and my visions when risen?
what she had given that kept me driven and committed to livin?
it is our day in the rain! and even while surrounded by enemies
the whole time my cup was half full...showered with memories
most like to remember the blue skies, this is all i had to save tho
‘n the day my sunshine stood in the sprinkle, she made a rainbow
i sit on this bench when it pours, somehow it makes me so warm
since i cant follow my dreams, i’ll forever be chasing the storm
and if you look at it just right, the rain will twinkle and shine
and I get lost for a sec in a waning wrinkle of time.


TOPICAL - "The Death of Perfection" (RBL topical tournament)
1-24-2004

the Death of Perfection

throughout my life i was verbally abused by the masses
to describe the actions of those not content with “fantastic!”
my presence was elastic, stretched by self-loving addicts
my name always used in vane, unless meant as sarcastic
used common by has-beens when my essence was passive
tappin my potential was like squeezin blood from a ***tus
my life went by rapid, i was never alive for it to of lasted
it was just an open bottle of false hope…let me recap it

im an idea defined by scholastics too imperfect to grasp it
my name is Perfection, and i was the offspring of practice
as a toddler, parents praised kids if they just didnt have a fit
and set their expectations higher than the medicine cabinet
“ooh u gotta go pp again? awww, he or she’s such a gem!”
kids colored between the lines, but cant read between them
the parents seeded the dreams that their now seeking to see
and eventually,
they stop reachin for their moms and start reaching for me

then as a teen, i saw with my eyes, parents call it their prime
and perfect kids wonderin why
… they weren’t so perfect all of the time
alas, they still yearned for me ‘n then quickly learned to see
…it was like reaching maturity in an eternity of puberty
my arch nemesis was opportunity, it made kids cling to me
temporarily keeping false hopes afloat in a sea of iniquity
and the problems had only begun, and they cant be undone
cuz they soon went on the hunt, for that perfect someone

we were middle aged when i saw reality sever their dreams
they had a midlife crisis…all because they never met me
‘n when their glass was half full, what did that say
even if it ran over, there was still a bigger cup to be made
i seen the blessed givin in, the past always getting relived
n it all starts with them saying “I want the best for my kid”

im old now, ‘n the wounds i caused will never heal or mend
I am Perfection, nice to meet you, you’ll never see me again
im putting my life to an end… I hope im not dying in vane
please tell my parents im sorry i never lived up to my name

[namix]

TOPICAL - "The Funnel Cloud" (RSTL tournament on RM i think)
05-14-2004

In the Storm:

he ignores homes bein broken apart, the air blowin glass chards
as he kneels by her side, wind whistlin thru the hole in his heart

---it seems out of the clear blue sky the tornado cloud compiled
to wipe away the town, but not the tears that drowned her smile
one minute they were talking about forever, not about survival
one thing aroused his emotions--- now he cant arouse her vitals
what why ‘n how are trifle- everything comes around full cycle
now his life, much like ‘his’ tornado, is on a downward spiral

The Storm Develops (Earlier that Evening):

the day was made for a picnic--- the two watched the sun shine
they were on top of the world, its quite a view from cloud nine
‘im glad u’ll work late shift!’ her words n kiss were both mixed
“its like a birthday gift---- and your the one turning thirty-six!”
“each new day is a gift, so happy b-day, the weathers pleasant”
“God out did me, but lets go to Bree’s knives ‘n get ur present”
it was THE knife, the one he always wanted
he said “i promise to love...”
she responded, “just promise not to flaunt it”
a minute went by, they drove to the store, purchased the knife
it was the worth, not the price- how did he deserve such a wife?
as they walked outside, gray clouds foreshadowed a darker plot
if only he used the receipt to take back a choice in the parkin lot
a man they named ‘the bastard’, grabbed his wife in laughter
saw him, smacked her ass ‘n said “so can i have a piece after?!”
the temp dropped as fast as the husband’s hand in his pocket
he yanked out his knife and said ‘bitch if you want it u got it’
“but the only piece your gonna see is one coming off of you”
then they were gone with the same wind he threw caution to
‘you lost your cool!’ she screamed ‘i thought you’d be calm!’
‘the bastard tried to molest u, im droppin you off at ur moms’
‘you know im strong, im ur wife! whats wrong with our life!’
all their dreams went out of the window, along with the knife
he threw his Bree’s knife to the street, didnt mention a reason
as the cloud cover grew as thick as the tension between them
‘i’ll walk the rest of the way, go to work, u have lives to save’
‘just know i’ll love u in sickness or health, blue skies or gray’
he accepted her proposition- let her out, against his intuition
and said bye to his sunshine, as she left on good conditions




Back in the Storm:

he arrived at the scene, wind gaining speed, 2 ferocious blows
thinkin ‘it is the street my sunshine left me only moments ago’
a cop shouts ‘she used her last bit of strength to dial ur number’
and with that he had a reality crash that could rival the thunder
the cop yelled “a car hit her, driver lost control bystanders say”
“and we found a hole in his tire-----it was the size of a blade”
‘ironic hes Eddy Bree, manufacturer of what made this disaster”
but the husband had already knew his name, it was ‘the bastard’
he controlled all the elements, and cant resuscitate his mistakes
his actions formed a tornado…his own a vicious twist of fate
he yelled ‘this weathers shit!’ cop said ‘but its sunny n warm’
then it all made sense, as a tear fell from the eye of the storm



Topic: Something tragic happens and you trace the events back to find the source was your actions

[namix]

TOPICAL - "The #1 Problem Solver" (RSTL tournament on RM)
5-27-2004

i constantly cover your back, why are u ignoring my wrath?
i been a part of you even before your chord was detached..
so of course its a fact that i persistently implore you to snap
i kno they say violence dont pay, but u can afford to do that
cuz c’mon, you worked off your ass for this jerk in the past
your life was perfectly mapped,
and with a little economic down turn you get trashed?
dammit let go! the faggot fucked up ur plans and ur goals
if you cant manage a position, how can u manage control?
go to work holding a toaster, you know im advising u right
--turn this emotional roller coaster into the ride of your life
how many nights will u lie awake? theres no time to waste
its like you wait for mimes to make the silence break
there IS a time to hate, stop pretendin u’ll be regrettin this
i exist as ur friend in this, the social norm is ur real nemesis
this shits driving u to kill, now let me be ur chauffer instead
cuz u aint a push over, you just been pushed over the edge
so fuck ur boss, kill ur whole office, let the holocaust linger
then lie about an alibi--- theres a nice thought for a thinker
sure, some say lying is like grabbin a wasp by its stinger
but even pinky swearing requires the crossing of fingers!
i know the truth hurts, but its time that i be brutally honest
i always thought of u first, tho my role was usually modest

remember as a little rascal, when you played with ur peers
one broke ur lego castle, ‘n we made him break into tears?
or when ur mom established a curfew, u had it wit her too
so we took some of her cash and smashed up her perfume
and beating Dannys ass in class was a blast, he was a nerd
it didnt make u a maniac,
…it made u the first three letters of the word
i been defendin u since birth, now you have gotten taller
but for better or for worse, im still ur #1 problem solver

Now listen to me-
drape ur boss wit gas, toss a match, make a coffin his home
revenge is sweet,
so is the smell of flesh melting off of his bones
yell ‘u aint shit to me’, tell him his family is already history
rip the seems of his clothes and then strip him of his dignity
laugh as he chokes, and taunt “your wasting your breath”
…then open his case
light one of his $100 cigars from the flame on his chest
…and blow smoke in his face
drink all of his fine liquors just so your bladder is full ‘n
piss a puddle on the floor for his fuckin fat ass to roll in
say ‘firing me was a horrid mistake,’ shit all over his face
then rub it in with the last report that you made

u see, we can maim this bitch! we can leave this mess over
if u need me, my name is Chip---- i live on ur left shoulder
yea, u got an angel on ur right, she says what u need ‘n shit
but im the guy always telling you how to get it the easiest..
some call me deceitful, but we know im real more often
so dont see me as a ‘wrong’, see me as a feasible option
cuz i been defendin u since birth, now u have gotten taller
but for better or for worse, im still ur #1 problem solver

[namix]

FLEX TOPICAL - "The Restaurant"
07-21-2004

heres a riddle, what am I?

if u eat me ur goin to puke, keel over, and out squeal a mouse-
im Jack in the Box, like homeless people who steal their house
i’ve ate some crude food in the past- that gave me some gas
Sonic moves thru me so fast,
…Mr. Robotnic started booby trapping my ass..
i hate veggies, that is a fact! but my mom said ‘u gotta finish’
but fuck Popeyes chicken, shit, i’d rather eat Popeyes spinach
speakin of which, next on my list of restaurants wreckin a dish
only one who likes ‘Olive Garden’,
…is Popeye when protecting his bitch
like the International House of Pancakes? im not that stupid
but when asked to say what else is on my shit-list, IHOP to it
what’s on my top food list? well, i might write the list for fun
but u’ll never see a Cracker Barrel, like a white kid wit a gun
even my soul wont dig this next one, after it’s meals kill me
so u best believe it’ll be a cold day in hell if i ever feel Chili
Jesus has good fridays, comes back on easter, all better ‘n livin
but shit, if he had some bad Friday’s he might never have risen
u should be askin Eve bout this, since i have been preachin shit
she knows how an Applebee makin u feel real bad after eatin it
my girl chose a romantic place, but we hardly got much tighter
she said “meet me 7 o’clock, Outback!”
…so i went to the parking lot to fight her
i think Chinese food is the reason cannibals have ate bladders
panda express’l be extinct faster than da animal its named after
cuz chinese call US food shit, garbage, ‘n nasty, i tell ya its not
but we have names for ur food too…lassie, old yeller and spot
yea im off subject, but its so doggone cruel, im saying this too
fuck what your parents say, u SHOULD play with your food
i’ll burn down white castle with the burger king in it still, hey
and “fuck Dairy Queen!” like what my dad did to the milk maid
they’re icecream sucks! well its decent.. ok i lied, its perfection
but DQ food? they call it that cuz its not qualified for digestion
i get drunk then order the pizza, it gets me full with no regrets
then leaves me dry-heaving for hours… thats a Domino effect
ur about see me sick! ur about see me vomit! guaranteed i cry
cuz i see a Steak n Shake, like a vampire scared as fuck to die
Denny’s just sucks, but my meal wont be abrupt
thank God its open all night
thats how long its food’ll keep me up
and fuck Hardee’s business, i get somethin an can hardly finish
before my motherfucking stomach stings like there Arby’s in it

Jareds fatass almost died of obesity until he lost a ton of pounds
but fuck bein locked in Subway, i’d rather be buried underground
now ya’ll can quit saying ur dope, or u’d beat me...all of its coy
i should swallow u and then spit u up…just for talking Big, boy


--Repping the crew that sonned you, call us Papa Johns..

[namix]

ODE TO THE SIMPSONS!!
02-03-2004

now on the computer...
there were simcitys, simfams, simants, sim..shit, only begins
theres even a cartoon scared catholic parents know as simsins
but stop ‘n listen, it was so good they coulda charged us a fair
like when the Aunts wrote their will, it has no Marge in a heir
I was moved by it, like livin in out of state college apartments
but like Marges marriage, i kno Hommies where the heart is
but he was no father of the year,
she wanted to hear him call her dear, but kept of sayin DOH!
Homer took shots ‘n left bart-tender, without ever payin Moe
And like a failed law student, he just cant make it by the bar
dunno what the bus driver makes, but he Otto finally Lisa car
i’ll test fit all my guns in ur mouth, have ya crying like babies
n by the time im done wit u, u’ll suckin more than 9 Maggies
i’ll light u in gasoline, and then leave
Burns all over u like his assistants dream, this heads not lyin
except ur gonna be blown to Smithers… instead of by him
or should I pull the trigga now? i make bitches kick ‘n shout
its like the police chief at their door…the way i Wiggum out
heres a quick-key for the Kwik-E mart, but the owners a jerk
if i didnt mind shittin at seven-elevens, i’d take Apu at work
Moe shots please…shit, a whole damn handle
i drink more than Barney,
…the dinosaur when his show got canceled
and like Ned Flanders pissed… let me give it a shot
I dont think ur skill is didilly, didilly, didilly squat
if JD didnt kno better, we’d be giving someone a slap
but unlike Lisa…we dont like Bleeding Gums on the sax
im sick enough stab u in the eyes, and your girl in the side
ask bout my knifes principle, n u’ll Seymour Skinner alive
i know im scarring you guys, witness how chilling this is
my spits like pimpin for the janitor, givin u Willies bitches
at first I thought “I will just finish, find a bitch ‘n get lucky”
but i clowned around too much, now my dick is all Krusty
in fact Krusty should start a strip club, he’d do quite a job
ten dollars for a lap dance, and twenty for a sideshow bob
ur drops are like the love letters Lisa’s always gettin again
cuz a bunch of i read weird shit and then Ralph at the end

[namix]

TOPICAL - "The Unexpected Visitor" (i think this was in the RSTL, maybe in the BBs tag tournament though)
06-03-2004

i cry anxiously, to get noticed by a someone who doesn’t care
kick in captivity, to get the attention of a someone never there
and i can never tell time, from days of pain to a moments bliss
because my existence only is-----one of personified loneliness

forever my dreams are unfurnished, i’ve no meanin or purpose
all my life i’ve swum in solitude, beneath a sea with no surface
im anxious and nervous, and i burn in this furnace-like canyon
i kick in an isolated reservoir to form a mere bubble companion
but im quickly abandoned, as my pals burst i weep and i grieve
yet even my tears decease the instance that they are conceived
they’r wiped clean before they have meaning, or design a story
how can i know happiness, before a someone defines it for me
my vision is imprisoned, this encapsulating sea traps what i see
but im sure i’d find another pair of eyes even more captivating
i occasionally perceive voices, and though its hard to just let go
my response is useless, its as fruitless as when i argue my echo
life is an amazing gift, and though im far too enslaved to live it
i imagine how my loneliness will diminish, if ever paid a visit

“i’ve been waitin my whole life to meet you, how do you do?
i just grew my ten fingers! are u somethin i can count on too?”
i’ll welcome them to my humble abode, and harness their love
open the door for the someone to know, and my arms for a hug
“thank you so much for coming… it felt so empty to be alone
may i kiss ur cheek? my lips could never quite reach my own
my feet have grown, can u teach me how they can be used too
because i want to follow your footsteps…so i never lose you
i really admire you too, i know for now im crawlin on the floor
but i’ll always look up to you, even when ur not taller anymore
all the love i have in store! u can train me to be the bestest son
will u give me a hand? i’ve been meanin to fill this empty one
my contempt is gone! thank u for letting me be your first child
dont worry, u havent missed much- u just seen my first smile!
we can live where ever you want, cuz now ya’ll are my home
u can name me timmy, tommy, or junior- just call me ur own
there was a time where i was ignored, but now i see im adored
will u stare at me for a little longer? i never seen eyes before”
and then i’ll…

WHA..WHATS THIS?!? whats up with my living conditions
something is draining my emotions, AND the water i swim in
my domains diminishin, constricting, whats wrong with this all
the very reality i know is crashing down along with these walls
my pink torso tumbles down a funnel, head getin so pummeled
suddenly my eyes work, ‘n i see a light at the end of the tunnel
why do i fight towards the light...? i dont know what i’ll find
i just wanna dive at the chance to leave my loneliness behind
so move thru the suction tube of solitude, n see a surgeon guy
then i go blind, as the newborn light penetrates my virgin eyes
so I emerge and cry! my first real cry…because i had listeners
and to my surprise my cries are joined, by two smiling visitors

[namix]

BB Topical Tournament (Tag Team) - Weapon X/Ben Grimm & Dynamix:
02-06-2004


Lying/stealing/cheating to get what you want

Dynamix
Benjamin Grimm


our potential’s suppressed.
our progress digressed.
hindered success.
my opportunity assessed.
get caught and confess.

illegal ‘n immoral, like our freedom aint been crippled yet?
lying/stealing/cheating, can be wrong…or a triple threat
the constitutions always amended, guidelines go unspoken
mans eleventh commandment: rules were made to be broken

I've heard some people say, that lying it doesnt pay
but a lil stretch of truth can take u a long way
and I'm nice with the game, so smooth it isnt funny
I mean who wouldnt lie to make money or taste a honey?
look at me...tell me u aint dyin for some wealth
and Ill tell u that ur crazy and ur lyin to yourself
they move in stealth, we all lie, you’d prolly lie if i asked ya
im as honest as the day is long, in the winter months of Alaska
and yet some say lying is like grabbing a wasp by the stinger
…when even pinky swearing requires the crossing of fingers
in fact, its a fact that with just fact all fantasies are handicapped
perhaps Lies just a word for ‘aint happened yet”, IMAGINE that
i aint one of actuality’s casualties, reality bites like rabid beasts
fuck the boy that cried wolf, i got an entire pack of lies after me
I bend truths casually, deceit can be sensible if understood guys
like a drive off a par five, sometimes the fair-way is a good lie
or maybe next breakdown I’ll say how your rap really sounds
go tell teach u faked sick ‘n ur girl she packed on some pounds

every high has a ceiling, my body rockin and reeling
cuz damn...I get a rush of crazy feelings when Im stealing
its a bad habit...if I see somethin I have to have it
got a five finger fetish for things so I snatch and grab it
and I know its wrong, but its so hard to feel crappy
when all these new toys make the kid in me so happy.....
got an angel on my right, she teaches me what i need ‘n shit
got a devil on my left, he preaches how to get it the easiest
and im always believing him, ‘n steal shit, carpe diem bitch
i don’t know what the day may bring…but i’ll be seizing it
cuz me ‘n grimm, we’ll be stealin money by the bundle kids
all to phillip banks quicker than the fresh prince’s uncle did
a penny founds a penny earned, a penny spents a penny lost
from bubbleyum to diamonds son, i steal shit…at any cost
so please, go contribute to the GDP til ur money’s deceased
but the best things in life are, well, dont come with receipts
lets start discussin them cheats
Cheating's a vague term, yo Dyna...talk to the masses
men cheat at cards, they wives and on they taxes
damn its a fact kid, teachers aint teach us how to behave
either we cheat on the test, or get cheated out of the grade
shit its a short cut, I dare you to try stoppin me
dog...I even use fixed dice playin Monopoly
it aint cheating its blossoming, alls fair in love and war
so i bring guns to knife fights, and hookup with whores
save the tough talk, just shoot me an email
cuz if lifes testin me son, Im a cheat so I dont fail
cuz we’re fueled by desire, just two more logs on the fire
whoever said cheaters never prosper is a pathological liar

so in conclusion, the triple threat isnt a crime, give it a try
go steal a girls heart, cheat on her and get caught in a lie

[namix]

"ONE OF THE BEST"
USERNAME & NAMIX COLLAB
2007



user = the dude in love with good flow (bold)
namix = the friend giving advice with mediocre flow (not bold)

"One of the best"

she was one of the best
not just a tight pussy or wonderful breasts
i didnt love her for sex
but if i loved her to death
... why do i say i hate her under my breath?
i miss the touch of her flesh, the taste of her lips
the grace of her hips
i miss her nervous habits, the way she plays with her wrists
i miss that when my day was the pits, she gave me a kiss
and no matter where i was, i prepared for love
... so the whole world was amazingly fixed

your making me sick! from gettin laid to adoring her flaws
hommie its like you went for effect before forming a cause
I know she was gorgeous ‘n all, but now she’s a damaged trick
dunno how that pussy got loose, but im sure you had a hand in it
and on the romantic tip, dammit kid, i’d rather watch some ink dry
may your next butterfly kiss start wit a smile, and end wit pink eye
at least pretend to think guy – say your final goodbye to the bitch
then we’ll fucking light up a spliff and get as high as her pitch

Come on man, haven't I lost enough?
Im high off the lust, I spilled my heart.. and she mopped it up
locked it up, shit, ive already lost her once
it's not for fun, i love her.. but i cant really offer much
I've never been perfect
Never been loved, never rehearsed it
But I've weathered the worst and, anything better is worth it
Maybe she's right when she said I deserved it...

forget that absurd bitch, besides, living alone is more preferred
I know she wanted a love nest, but that shits for the birds
she always moaned about stress – like some nagging whore
fuck gettin a load off her chest, thats what cum rags are for
“for boys, Craig or George- girls, Maggie!” from awful to worse
if she starts thinkin of names, start makin her swallow her words
cuz you cant count on her worth – she is a leech, lets not forget
if money grew on trees, she’d be outside hedging your bets

Fuck it you're right, she's nothing but trife
There's hundreds as nice, but i wanted this one for a wife?
She left me bitter, 1 is a lonely number, ill never accept these figures
But with her... we'd grow together, and she'd still think she's 10 feet bigger
Maybe she's noticing that? is that why she's holding me back?
Because I over-react and threaten to hit her where her ovaries at?

its over, her wrath!
no more cuddly stuff ... back to raunchy, naughty, vile
no more puppy love… back to pounding doggy style
back to “plenty fish in the sea” and your freedom again
no more worrying whether or not she’s sleepin wit them
back to ‘your songs’, no chick shit that has guys by the scrotums
no more broad bands which sound more like dial up modems
no more cold chills of sorrow... no more hating you until tomorrow
or ‘accidentally’ forgettin birth control? thats a tough pill to swallow
back to some certainty…. no more from a man to a wreck
no more debating whether to ring her hand or her neck
no more drafting a pre-nup, no more from honey to pest
back to your quest for finding a better “one of the best”

[namix]

"Text 101" - message to new heads

PREFACE
its a message from the best kids, so if u dont spit or flow nice
i hope you notice this notice, and go from novice to no vice…
success is not simply just impressin ur equally sucky yes-men
so veterans can to teach u a lyric..or a mother-fucking lesson
u gota dozen questions- trust perfection, a wall-of-fame rhyme
take my advice to heart, so u can follow both at the same time

UNDERSTAND INFLUENCE
read archives for an amazing display of what rappers covet
before becoming a slave to the trade, learn the masters of it
but if u adapt-or-submit to their style, ‘n jack their illest stuff
long after their skill-and-touch rub off on u, so will their rust
vets shouldnt be ur end-all inspiration, I quite frankly attest
use us as ur only medium, 'n thats what kids’ll rank u at best
if u are The Truth, u can try to reach for the stars valiantly
but honestly… we typically stay out of touch with reality

WRITE RIGHT
sharks only exist as a myth, why would they admit a spits bit
cuz after all it is legit, if they simply attribute the shit to a flip
pre-write? dont even plan it! cuz dammit, its the loneliest antic
and ninety-percent of the net would lose their only advantage
and if u cop a style... they’ll call u pretend, so call on a friend
because once it becomes a group effort, they’ll call it a trend
experiment thru challenging rhyme styles that u gotta tend to
every verse has a scheme, just dont let yours plot against you

CHECK YOUR EGO
rhyme with better skill than me?! times forever still the key
the line between cocky ‘n confident is defined by credibility
sayin every verse is keyed? fuck if its rehearsed or freed up
it only shows ya bad insecurity, like a midday burglary does
we see the truth thru ur perjury bud, so quit ur damn trying
sure as newbies can’t walk crawling, vets can’t stand lying
new to the site, future looks bright! lyrically, u better shine
you have time on your side…I prefer to stay ahead of mine

NEVER QUOTE YOURSELF!
your just redundantly speaking, it was featured first reading
a line really worth quoting shouldn't be in need of repeating
just please keep believing, kids'll notice as ur shit is improved
drop ur patented lines...but let others do the signature move
u’ll want to spit with a group, but first u got sickness to prove
u could buy a house, ‘n we still wouldnt see ya interest accrue
if u want net prophets, my visions strong as the best scotches
I predict the next auschwitz if a noob rebellion projects off this
vets never bring a text con into context- it’d take fuckin magic
so if ur fake, bust the habit..
…because I never seen a sham rock, as luck would have it

FINAL ADVICE
listen kids, radio-heads’ll give u shit.. they rarely dont gripe
but well-written text can beat anyone, even the stereo type
dont trust promises on this shit, from some loud mouth bitch
who’ll give u their word, then ask u to make a punch out of it
at first it didn’t seem true, but originality’s a diminishing tool
drop novel off the dome like drunk bitches in finishing school
so spit original, from the soul- even if u had a superficial start
..because even somewhere in the artificial, there is official art

[namix]

What is That? ...The moment of creation....
02-24-2012

in the beginning... was a moment of light;
the motion of it created the notion of time.
which co-created space, time needed to fly;
its why every hello has to end with goodbye.
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light created dark, the two points made a line;
and that created sides, comprised of day & night,
yin & yang, up & down; right & left, wrong & right
good & bad, way back when it was still black & white
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as opposites attracted, the attraction took flight,
but since they were polar, the connection made fight;
causing some friction; effectively spite
but also a force that magnetically unites
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as the particles got cold, they grouped together tight;
once they all had slowed, we saw mass at first sight.
now see a new perspective in each blink of an eye;
its mind over matter cuz matter's a matter of mind!
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matter of fact.... if we stop to think twice;
it's statistically proven that it's better to be nice!
that light survived ‘n it shines even more bright;
for that moment gave birth to more moments of life!
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son...from that moment on, creation went viral
we needed to be down to conceive an upward spiral!
take two points on any line, subdivided it a while;
as the infinite children each have another child.
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things come in full circle, its the lesson in life
and a smile can outrival the full expression of pi
so see the light, embrace the love, live beyond time
then find Eve in the atom and Adam in the sky
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as pieces of the whole, we're all connected but we’re free;
what makes us all the same, makes us equally unique.
so please be yourself, son... it's a real easy feat;
by just doing your part, you’re making us complete!

[namix]

Diss: the Munster
04-06-2012

i didnt kno shit about Munster; so i took a little looksy
soft & french, huh? even wikipedia says he’s a pussy!
im pro ne to push a pun; to be honest, i relish the concept
for once i can use cheesy wordplay in a relevant context!
‘n to be honest; im far too outta reach, almost outta sight
for him to win? everyone knows munster has gotta bite!
he isnt Sharp, so when hes smoked; it’l make him wonder
why everyone loves Romano, but even ray hates Munster
hes geeked to face me; that is his fancy, the cat is so antsy
now i wont stop this creaming until it matches his panties
and i’d describe his love life as week… literally speakin’
cuz Mun met a gay, ‘n the Tue were Wed by the weekend
Sun, ya Sat on this match, cuz i would Fri ya ass quick
some like it for dessert, but i’d eat Munster for breakfast

almost all of his matches are void, beyond all doubt
a void also describes his approach to my battle call out
i’ll take him to school, i’ll make up the test
i’ll get graded an A, as Munster’s grated to shreds!
who’s the big cheese? i really wasnt given half a damn
but ur the one on a cracker; im the one on a packer fan!
speaking of green bay; the cheese city needed a switch
i’ll make a new capital after i Gouda town on ya chick
who cut the munster?? i’ll say the list fast
the hostess, the javy team, and the fat kid with gas
if uve had french onion, the soup doesnt compare…
and Munster really does stink even worse than gruyere

[namix]

"vs. Ah Swoop Pen" 2012 08

Originally Posted by Ah Swoop Pen “Sup im new willing to learn the old fashioned way”


ok!
its a matter of taste; at least he wont think the battles a waste
…one can learn a lot about themselves after havin been raped
he cant match the fire of nam’; so we’ll never admire the man
ima get Pen-shunned like this match was in my retirement plan!
how’d I get diarrhea AND bronchitis? literally doing this sick
and the idea of coughin up a win to u has me losing my shit!
the mag said I’d be rusty; it is what it is, ‘n it isnt that vicious;
cuz Rusty’ll put his lights out like the Griswold’s on Christmas
its best that u know, I once had your rank… a decade ago
but to get there…. I had to drop dope & go seven-and-O
Pen reminds me of Ink and Paper… and in a reminiscent way
which reminds me of 28 others in a top 30 u never woulda made
we each joined week 45, and while im not doubting ur lousy
I heard guns talk- and damn, the 44 mag says a lot about me
u’ll never appeal to a crowd, Pen; ya only seeing hell kid
to live up to ur name u’d need a lot of help on the felt-tip!
but hey, at least we’ll remember this date, as I fight boredom
8 23 is what I woulda done on the day I should faced mic jordan
cuz no kid could prepare for this fucking….. he was very unlucky
when Pen states a nemesis, I’ll be mentioned wit jerry sandusky!

______________________
"vs. Thorne" 2012 09

Originally Posted by Calibre
namix you faggot
....lol, who am I battling here?

Thorne is just a little prick; Cal’s a bigger prick, but hey
I’m the kind of prick that’d give both these bitches aids!
calibre & thorne got a lot in common, that’s easy to neglect
I’d end ‘em both with e’s like fuck bein grammatically correct
I’d say thorne DOESN’T really suck, becuz he needs some luv
but THAT kind of sugar codeine would redefine placebo drug!
his body went missin, people quit looking, wasn’t even a day
before that party came back with nothin but a reason to rave
yet he survived, heard they didn’t try, ‘n was killed by insult
cuz the ‘search term’ was so short…
…….google returned ten zillion results!
my style’s fuckin superb; it aint subtle, kid loves it for sure;
thorns all over my balls like my sacks got wita couple of burrs
now he’ll leave the battle sour, say he’s takin outta context
and be over-the-top bidder like I auctioned off my concepts
uppin hair, ya get maimed! no lion – pussy, face it- ya lame
i thought thorn could draw blood but he just traced it in vein
on bended knee; pre-mag I predicted more predictions for me
cuz against you? the pixel seem more clear than a 1080p
da faults in his style is why this beating is decisively rendered
da fault’s also his excuse for his profile’s undecided gender
sound da bitch alarm; known to twist an arm, pullin it loose kid
heard ur shoulder blade sounds like *POP*, & sodas ya music
don’t know he’ll lose it? sad as shit; man, he’s so fuckin sorry;
he’ll prolly owe Mitt a vote quick as the damn republican party

[namix]

"The Sleepless Dreamer", 10.14.2012

while all the sheep are sleeping, the dreamers stay awake;
as the herd is worked by the game dreamers came to play.
the dreamers go from a knight at night, to a daze by day;
swim then sink, they wait to love as sleepers wade in hate.
as the sleepers keep on sleeping, chained in Plato’s cave;
dreamers keep on dreaming cuz it’s only too late to wait.
from white to black: in great dismay, light is made to fade;
but dreamers find that silverline within the shades of gray.

[namix]

"NBA Finals Key"
06.07.2008

i can pack stands in LA - hell, it isnt hard when
namix is soo slick, imma sell tics in the garden!
seats behind the bench, i even sit there nightly!
when u see PJ Brown, it means u shit ur nighty
my shoes? you aint fill jack son! dammit bro...
you couldnt even doc rivers in a gambling boat
the celtics roster came out faster than obama clips
somehow they just kept Perkin, like ya momas tits
some teams are promised a kobe, honest shit
and some are only vow’d a meer radmanovic
LA put “rad man” in his name, homo gimmick
i bet atlanta fans would put the “no vic” in it
the big 3 aint friends! i bet KG hates all of u
so fuck pal, peers - and fuck ray allen too!
luke watches tape, he hates the tough love
listenin to daddy commentate his fuck-ups
kb won MVP, his teams rising up notches
he Odom so much,
i knew he’d be Bynum some watches!
if kobe’s on fire, he starts attractin the load
then its like pow, pow, pau, gas’ll explode
james aint 1 of a kind, i’ll lock & load a gem
FUCK POSEY, i got a pocket full of them
the celtics are efficient, with a garnett in the picture
the lakers are resourceful, with a farmar & a fisher


"Diss ease"
01.22.2006

started at rw, went to bboys, wit a true blend of flare & spite
like leeches wit diseases, my style’d soon influenza parasites
made new trends and eras tight! all followers can quote that
cuz you wouldnt go against migraine if you were a cold pack
and you kno that most cats are no match, have a survey kids
your style will never be as breath-taking asthma wordplay is

illest guy on the earth, born in a cradle that lies in a hearse
…diagnosed with narcolepsy after four lines of your verse
ur ass, i fuckin tourette to pieces- ripped ur seam in sections
but really, its easy when ya bred pussy like yeast infections
bitches, listen i’m simply made to win - i aint lyin or shittn
while u tryna save ur skin, like possessive psoriasis victims
angry pioneer spittin, contracted herpes, got awfully pissed
then hit the roof, and knocked the shingles off of your lips
fuck goin head to head, once we knew u were into some men
Mono-e-mono became a kissin disease between u ‘n a friend
one encounter wit me - ill - u cant hear the rumor more often
you cats’ll go from a coughin or tumor, to a tumor a coffin
got thrones im defendin, bitches to roast, a casual psychosis
and a bone of contention… like misdiagnosed osteoporosis
vets aint think u deserve a shot, u herbs forgot, absurd or not
so u newbies can usually just callus pissed like a urine clot
fucking with me’s just a disease- i’m tight and shine bright
its like disrespectin a tic bite. the way I take the Lyme light
…but I hope you keep sayin how hard, ill, sick, ail you are
and in the same breath..... fucking inhale some SARs!
i’ve challenged u, but you are not too prone to grow dick
and you turned back several times, like multiple schlerosis

but i will stay in touch, fuck given graves some flowers
because ICU…during intensive care unit visitation hours
my crew’s spit is blazing cowards, i’d get a deal behind us
but our agent would contract diseases the second he’d sinus
see, i put the rhythm in arrhythmia, a vet defacin all the rules
my insults might smart, but my every dysplasia for a fool!

[namix]

vs. Calefaction
02-26-2006

Namix (PR)

he’s mr. body, calefaction, status and tom --- but better known as pale, thin, and has a flat chested mom

Lets start from the beginning,

an army baby- his mom was drillin some men ‘n started a riot
after a thick milky substance was discharged from her privates
so the infantry infant traveled to Goshen, Colorado before then
Warwack describes his last stop…and his battle performance
pretends to have e-friends! your myspace is a proven laugh bro
truly sad tho- u couldnt make a social list out of cuba’s castro
i’ve made most my bitches, im in the lotion business now tho
and after i make Cale-mine, he’ll still be a watered-down Aloe
he promised he’d blow up first, but still the ho sounds like shit
im glad he broke his word, hopefully he’s syllable counting it
he fell off at a fucking tragic rate, and his model run is dead
now it takes running back debates, to hear Tom’ll son a head
olympics are on tv, but it’d be neat if it was greece featurin one
cuz for like three weeks a month, u can see crete from ur cunt
ur fates sealed, and after i chain steel to ur blood-stained heels
u’ll get that kinda wet nap that dont come wit airplane meals
so go look for a trend and conform again, ur steeze is graphed
talkin about the road to victory, but only takin the beaten path
so key ur trash, but i understand if u aint got time free to do this
cuz you spent the last two weeks fucking prewriting excuses.

Namix wins 8-1 (BB beat RM 8-1-1 )

[namix]

"You Aside" ~ Lars & Namix, 11.06.2012

Lars = paragraph; Namix = not

Marvel comic books were the start. I’d got enough of my hard-earned pocket money to feed my addiction. Reading through fiction. Endeared to them instantly, I leafed through the pages in disbelief and amazement. Though my heroes were makeshift, these were the days when my life mirrored their own. Gifted. In control. Distinctive and bold. Instinctive, even though I was given a role to depict. It was so much more different. I had goals. I had Vision. There was no confidence trick. I had hope. I was vivid. A full blown optimistic. It was golden. I was in sync with the moment and I lived it, ‘til it was over.

you were the light in our eyes, you colored our face;
the wind beneath our wings…. and under our capes!
ya famous, known well! revealed yaself, the mask is fake;
ya came out of your shell, as we helped to crack the case.

never-mind our accolades; we’re the dreams u hadn’t saved
got stashed in a trash bin; as your back in that masquerade!
we’re the saints of tomorrow; save your praise for latter days;
cuz we swung from divine just to face the wrath of grapes.
see, we’re made of the character you seem to lack in ways;
so in disbelief, you had to leave;
…….but best believe, the magic stays.

Now I’m monochrome. I’m on my own. Pixelated. The ink has faded. I’ve gone and grown and got so old I’ve lost my soul like Rock ‘n’ Roll. The pictures faint. Disintegrating. I’m in a state of disrepair. My dictions dated. Reiterated. Within the page theirs hidden tears. My staples loose. I’m unattached. I’m tainted, chewed up, full of crap. I’m ancient, fruitless, rubber stamped. They take me, use me, put me back. I’m utter trash. I’m rubbish. Scrap. Unloved. The past. Forget about me. The pressure’s mounting. My head is pounding. Can’t let it out and it never ceases. I’ve begged and shouted, pled and weeped ‘til I’ve shed a thousand empty pleas. I’m dejected. Hounded. Empty. Drowning. Help me now, then… Let me be.

dismissed your conviction, we’re too bitter to win;
and too sour to speak of a mint condition we’re in.
you were once a conductor, but you’re now a puppet
who keeps forgettin his youth pursuing fountains of it!

from the valleys to summits, you scaled to plummet.
too attuned to a tune that the fat lady aint sung yet!
if you said it, you done it; it smarts, you’re the dumbest;
son, summon some courage from that pit in ya stomach!
in a crowd of ten hundred the wisest one is the youngest
cowards are known to take their life,
….but heros know what they took away from it!

No tortured soul should walk alone. After all, I know, I wont be missed. I’m slowly sinking. Cold. I’m finished. Loneliness is closing in. I’m broken, twisted, old I’m sick. Malodorous and over with. I’m droll, I’m slipping. Scolded, distant. Motionless and frozen stiff. I’m bone and limb. I’m blood and tissue. I’m toes and fingers. I’m muscle tissue. I’ve no existence. I’m ghostly. Grisly. Unwholesome. Filthy, tired & I’m weak. I’m woeful, stagnant, quiet and serene. I’m a growing cancer. Silent. I’m asleep. I’m a closing casket. I’m finally at peace. I’m suicidal with my ethos doing battle with my will. I’m the Jagged Little Pill that Alanis didn’t swill. I can’t handle this, it’s killing me. I need to find escape. I am languorous. I’m history. I’m bleeding. Dying. Fake. I am vacuous. I’m misery. I’m evil. I am hate. My only chance left is to quit, to leave, for me to find my way…

you once lived in the moment.. yes, life is in tense;
yet ya lost all ya good sense along with ya innocence.
we were larger than life but much smaller than livin it
so here’s the truth, if ya less interested in what fiction is:

we DID mirror your existence… reflect on it, reminisce!
we ARE your story, and we’re precisely as you pictured it!
all the heros and every villain, no figure is figurative!
then one day reality hit & ya forgotten how to scissor kick!
see, no crime is victimless – so just believe in us a little bit;
cuz we believe in you…
and’ll have an answer to ya problem as the next issue hits!

[namix]

"Seeing What Is"
11.22.2012

I once saw what I wanted, now I’m seeing what is
was ignorant… but now I get, the reason it’s bliss
for I was lost… and then found my reason to live
amazing grace didn’t sound more sweet than it did

cuz the plot gets a lot darker, deeper, and thick
but the ending is lighter; sparking me like a wick
it’s the story of a good book with no pieces omit
but the message gets hidden by reading too quick
---
I once dreamt I was awake; but kept sleeping for kicks
and kept livin in the present so life seemed like a gift
I knew I wasn’t perfect, and know most people are sick
but seen too many more broken to think I needed a fix

the more wretched the land, the better I am; it seemed so legit
so I elected the chant; rejecting the chance to be more than it.
protected my stance; neglecting to stand, in need of a lift
was given a hand… but never did plan on keeping a grip

we’ve all been living for believing… that a reason exists!
to question ‘I am, who am’, who’s been teaching us this?
my interest was amountin, which had piqued on a cliff;
and faith was a conclusion reached by leaping off it!

I kept seeking and seeking; couldn’t cease or desist
defining my life by trying to find some meaning of it
but the wisdom of the ancients said to believe like a kid
and the question wasn’t answered til it ceased to exist

i bet that I would testify; if I test, and reason with it
but beyond that shadow of a doubt was a deeper abyss
for what we sow, we shall reap; and I really dont knit
so it seems the seams I sew are all too easily ripped!

always something up my sleeve, an unreachable itch
i was deceived into thinking that we cant be tricked
but now i’ll swallow my pride before it breaches my lips
and practice what I preach, so I can preach what I did

we all get what we deserve, and receive what we give
…I once saw what I wanted, now I’m seeing what is.

[namix]

"Timeless Words" - 23 famous quotes on the mystery of time
11.29.2012


From rock ‘n roll icons to religious leaders;
From ancient philosophers to 20th century scientists;
From inventors & poets to politicians & social reformers;

The mystery of time has been revealed to us through a series of clues left behind by history’s most influential figures. It’s been easy to overlook the common theme across such an uncommon group – UNTIL NOW!
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some say time is like a river; if so, most don’t go with the flow of it;
as we fear the future, frozen-stiff; or get stuck in the past, motionless.
although history has told us this; only time will tell if we notice its notices;
so behold the timely wisdom in the timeless quotes of those who’ve spoke to it:
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Mark Twain had noted that being flattered on youthful looks is a sign of getting old;
Chinese Proverbs hold “an inch of time cannot be bought with an inch of gold.”
“one company can serve some of your needs all of the time,” Lincoln wrote,
“or all of your needs some of the time……….……… but never both!.”
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“time is what we want most, but use worst.” to pen the words of William Penn;
“the years teach much the days never know.” a lesson learned by Emerson.
“yesterday’s gone; tomorrow’s not come.” Mother Teresa said with a grin,
as she continued, to this end: “we have only today, let us begin.”
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“time is the wisest counselor of all…” taught the wise Pericles of ancient Greece;
while Edgar Allen Poe insisted we’d see our present existence as a dream.
“the moment has no time”, da Vinci beamed; and even Gandhi agreed;
as he decreed “there’s more to life than simply increasing its speed.”
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Edison believed it’s true that time’s our only capital & is the one we can’t afford to lose;
“How did it get so late so soon?” came a question from the rhetoric of Dr. Seuss.
“Time is a created thing…….” responded the founder of Taoism, Lao Tzu;
“Time is an illusion”, the great mind of Einstein would also conclude.
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Pink Floyd made Time; Green Day wished for the time of your life;
both of which long after the Rolling Stones first had time on their side.
“use time as a tool, not as a couch!”” said JFK, who gave us years of insight;
“better 3 hours too soon than a minute too late…” a great Shakespearean cite.
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Henry Ford claimed “most people get ahead during the time others waste.”
“Every day is one less day.” Tom Ford added after, but fashionably late
“You may delay but time will not” Ben Franklin did state to the states;
also pleading, “never leave ’till tomorrow which you can do today.”
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“We must use time creatively,” persuaded Martin Luther King
“…..and forever realize that the time is always hope to do great things.”

[namix]

"A KEY to Freedom"
01.10.2013

Oscar Wilde:
“Thou knowest all; I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed -
The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.

Thou knowest all; I sit and wait
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the veil
And the first opening of the gate.

Thou knowest all; I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity.”


Namix:
Seeking starts with understanding we don’t really comprehend;
A decision beginning the process of perceiving what’s at ends.
Many pros and cons will follow one’s conclusion to commence;
And the choice appears more shallow the deeper one descends.

The truth resides within the lies; where belief & doubt suspend;
Forever united in the division... and in agreement to contend.
It hides between one and zero, while oddly even forming ten;
A key to freedom releasing a feeling which leashes us again.

It may seem positively negative based on previous pretense;
Until we feel rightfully wronged once enriched by being spent.
We open new eyes & old wounds; we bleed so we can mend;
It takes those ups & downs to see the peaks & valleys blend.

Each mission is similarly different – but the anomalies will trend;
As we discover strength in weakness we once easily condemned.
When we put the quest in question, it means the truth impends;
The meaning is straight forward, and it is just around the bend.

The final click comes in time, but we need to relinquish “when?”
For us to see how far we've come just before we leave again.

[namix]

The Opposite Problem
03.08.2013


do you have the "opposite problem"?
an optimist?! NEGATIVE! just positively positive
the secret of the universe relies upon the opposites
for context in our populous, how competent are colleges?
took a lot of ignorance to comprehend what knowledge is
it’s a problem which is relative, its apparent we adopted it
it's extremely unique, so commonly it’s moderate.
see the glass as half full with a modest bit of cockiness;
but if ya never topped it off, the cup would still be bottomless.

without a winter would a summer even be a thing?
if I never had a fall, would ya ever see me spring?
it’s sink or swim; but what’s a swim without a sink?
I think that I know – therefore I am, I think.
we peak then plateau, and we gradually shrink
no matter how far ya go, ya always on the brink.

Do you have the opposite problem? it’s likely it’s so:
answer with yes, or no – it’s residing in both.
a friend, or foe, above, below – in binary code
the ebbs and flows, they come and go, a high and a low

we want yes without no, wanna know without lessons
never had the answer, but want it without question
seek some direction: east 'n a south; north 'n a west
from chaos there is order, we’re an organized mess
it’s simply complex, we want a grade without a test
wanna win, no contest; wanna host? be my guest!
every notion we protect, all the motions we object;
are all perpetual at worst, and immoveable at best.

beauty is skin deep… but how shallow is sight?
when beauty’s best seen by the beholder who’s blind
can ya find an absent mind present in a moment of time?
in some cases ya capitalize; others, lower than swine.
but it takes both to take off – a case where all the pigs fly
and its the lowest swine who go most high, hoggin the sky‼

Do you have the opposite problem? answer it wise:
the answers black and white but may range from day to night
no wrong or right, narrow or wide, just a demand to supply
the secret’s too revealed to hide, so expect a surprise.

find depth in our shallowness, fulfillment in our hollowness
our future leaders will rise from those who can follow this.

Problem Solved.

[namix]

"The Emperor’s New Gear"
02.05.2013

Dedicated to the “skill-to-shit talk” ratio gettin all kinds of fucked up.


the emperor’s rockin new gear! but what he rocks is not clear.
and after some reflection, the queer should of gotten a mirror

wonderin who?

THIS DROP IS FOR YOU! come get handled like my business.
some put stock in you; but you couldn’t keep my interest.
wanna hold our attention?! ya too shitty dude, sorry…
at best we'll be dye vested like a hippy groom party.

is this a flex about his clothes? is it a diss about his art?
either way, it isn’t very hard to see me shittin on his garb.
i be spittin out them bars…boy, they fly just like my venom;
he could battle me in skinny jeans, i’d still be tighter denim.

fuck the black shoes, black socks, & black pants the cat got;
see him beat to the ground…
….and leave a REAL profound impression in the blacktop!
even as a vegetable, he’ll be pushed around like a cash crop;
until im charged with extended battery like a fucking laptop.
got some bad clocks, he's ticked but not movin; i detect weakness;
so i'll rip his fuckin throat apart and sell his girl some neckpieces!

then wear his heart on MY sleeve; people, see we had love!
nothing has ever came between us except really bad blood!
wheelin in mud, when he’s found flat; its exceeding bad luck;
….who said changing attire was easy after bein jacked up?
help arrived, but the tow-truck man just stopped to diss him
cuz he cant pull off the lugz.. or yoga pants he rocks wit’em

don’t get me started on his taste, no topic deader than that
if I liked the distressed look…….. I’d rock his head as a hat.
but first i’ll make him face his fears; wit one look in the glass
once he soils his pants, im going to plant my foot in his ass
style-wise, cant iron out the problems, wrinkled too vicious;
so i'll put his blouse thru the wringer with this bitch still in it!

his impact aint lastin long, kids act like his rap’s the bomb
but that formalwear off quick as a drunk chick after prom
I can pull quotables out my ass.... he got nothing this fancy
he'd have to pull his only one-liner out the front of his panties

caught his name 'n let it go; what’s my reason to be skeptical?
if memory serves, I’ll remind him that his pieces are forgettable
i might blog about his spectacles, use my site to cite the truth,
make my tightest Loophole ever, describin how I tied his noose!

he coulda used my tutelage; he really needed supervision;
but didn’t need the cross-training to receive this crucifixion!
i discovered a cover-up, revealed it; now the mystery’s dead;
find the legend buried deep within some conspiracy thread.

[namix]

these threads exist for the lulz
if ya lookin for a couple lulz; find em on netcees, where the laughs dont end!
but if ya lookin for some MAJOR lullz, head back to PR & check your traffic trends!
bound to laugh ya ass off! NC knows where its at, PR knows where its been;
and that bitch getting sooo ugly we’re down to complimenting its skin.
but its super nice you took time to design the tightest skin since tranny nut sacks
and take pride in a site, which thrived in its prime, in an art you fucking suck at.
ya just wack. I’ll write in half the time it takes a guy to laugh at this ass clown
cuz you board the way you wipe your snatch… front, and then back down.

CHRIS TOLD RICHARD TO SUE ME ON PR… HAHAH, BITCH, HE SAID STOP!
CHRIS POSTED MY OLD AUDIO ON NC... HAHAH, BITCH, IT GOT PROPS!
yet this hasnt-been hasn’t had it?? naaw, the boy’s still enjoyin asses…
and chris in dem to the point half our board’s anointed catholic.
get that ego altered, boy: i’m badass at what ya bad at; ya tech & bad raps;
kid started RCA fan club… heard corey preferred Sony, then back tracked.

took a music class & said my classical taste blows ass…like I respect him?
im about to fire up some Canon in D, just to blast the shit out his rectum!
so I don’t appreciate the faggot’s taste.. dammit, it’s beyond understandin,
cuz while i prefer muh Canon in D… he just prefers his D up in Kannon.
too personal for netcees? this read like I give a shit? bitch, i’m being blatant.
too many statement punches? take away my punches, im just makin a statement
so how will you respond to it? a clever pic? get better bitch! no answer for this hell
you’d only draw interest in a MEME battle...... which pitted namix against myself.

it’s cool you use to be atrocious bro… a REAAAAAL motherfucking disaster…
but this year you improved a shit load, so ya site renders shit content even faster!
it’s cool that your skills are still sorry… im sorry im not more of an apologist...
but for us to see ya laysik lines, it’d take bad eyes & a trip to ya ophthalmologist.
It’s cool that you got married bro, I’m sure the wedding brought tears!
must have been emotional… to be the first engaged PR member in years!
but it’s cool he’s soo committed; for those who didnt know, his story’s tight!
Diode invested in something for 7 years… and STILL pays for Corey’s site!!

winner and assumed final battle champion ever on PR:

namix

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source citations:
Would you prefer to own netcees.co rather than project rhyme?
i’d rather own both
namix bought it from gow

so i have like no doubt the 5 of you remaining will leave here for there in the next 6 months
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mofuckin namix just stole Scrypt from you dude

thieving

nasty
Diode, I think you misunderstood what he was going for. He was just writing a mission statement for how mods/admins and leaders should go about providing an optimal environment for writers
It hurts so much that diode didn't get to buy netcees.

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if i die, rc is in charge.
Don't take this the wrong way, but please die

additional references available upon request. step off son.