Flo Real [Archive]

Flow

06-14-2013, 06:16 AM

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Open Mics
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It only takes one to change the tides of the worlds society

The masses of ones, a political sum, the bread is created from crumbs
A sun treated as god, that will burn any too ash that step out from under its thumb
But it only takes one.....

Its an intricate notion,one idea or emotion that can instigate motion
A token of hoping;one drop against the weight of the infinite ocean
With an explosion; the ocean persists with potent waves, hits after hits
Soaking, frozen and broken, he drifts eying eloping from the fierceness that exists
But in an innocent twist, his empiricist roots now prove their significance
Could be a spiritual gift or coincidence that with each hit now improves his diligence
His senses now sharp, his fearless charged, his limitless potential unbarred
His original innocence scarred, his unforgivable resistance now hard, he strikes an bombards
He fights back and he spars, he attacks and he scars, he guards, darts and goes straight for the heart
The others can see, the momentum builds and more ones start to believe, then one becomes three
With bravery they scream like banshees and banish the sea, it recedes and it flees
They gather around,they become bound to the one and so a new shepherd is crowned
A victory found, but how long will it be before that ideology is drowned?

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Topical about Topicals ft Lars and Objective

What does it take to gain your fickle respect? I’ve chopped and I’ve changed what I’ve written. I’ve spent innocuous days lost in dismay plotting away with the ink in my pen. Just when I think that I’ve met your insurmountable standard, there’s always something that’s said that has me doubting it. Answer me. What is it you’re looking for? A verse with mechanics, or simplicity? Good old stories of personal anguish? Do you prefer to be challenged, given something to think about, or have predetermined analogies to sum up what’s written down? I’m stuck. I can’t figure out what it is that you did. Excuse my belligerence, people, but I’ve tried every trick up my sleeve…

I mount and I heave..
Each page represents progression, sessions and hours wasted,
I hate to admit that sometimes feedback feels like sour hatred.
The writtens are dominated, agitated to reveal constipated lyrics,
It's apparent I'm fathering shit, but it's not related to adopted critics.
These cynics diminish my attempts as I replenish a writers ammunition,
a conidition where you envision lyrical superstition with a snipers precision.
Doubting concepts and visions; ''these bars is forming a prison of projects,''
Architects of words swore to fulfill designs only to form a line of objects.
To be honest.. How I can harvest confidence when I tried my hardest?
Chained to change but I restrain my range and connect to darkness.
A black hole of thoughts obliterate the skill to set it straight when I'm full of rage,
my will to write will never fade, but this curse is tied to an evil plague.
Let the Flo' demonstrate the rod and fear of elitist neglection;

I sweat blood and tears when I deliver all you bigamists perfection
Then get high on bongs and beers an sliver away to deal with your rejection
Your speculation on my peices is nothing but pinickity attempts of subjurgation
A violation of the perfection that should be hoffin - prickly vets take 2 new skill with suffocation
coughin - as i sit here smokin constant, contemplating what yall want from this drop
do you want wordplay, simple concepts or artistic visuals like those melting clocks
I can give you persistence of memory - honestly i can give you Salvador Dalí
But when I do I want the feedback to match not ones opinon that all you sheep rally
around and pretend like the echo your creating is actually your own unique sound
I just went to great lengths to provide art most you can do is tear my peice to the ground
or did i astound but dont just copy two lines that you found and say this is my favourite
fuck i hate it - that aggrivates me - make your opinons seperate - one like an one slating it

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Broken Minded

Watch it Kid i have a rabid habbit to blast my gasket,
wear a mask of shards of glass, to cover my scarred past bitch,
Carry a basket of broken hearts an dolls, with heads twisted,
quick to display dark arts stick around, i throw quite a picnic.
I dress in bloody vests with barbed wire tied tight around my chest,
use flagellation to best frustrations, though i was never truely blessed.
I never joke but been known to jest, i laugh an cry with fury,
tears of blood make my eyes blurry an stained my skin, like slurry.
My reflection is my best friend - told me i might be sectioned,
But i dont take notice, because hes just my minds invention.
Never sleep im always awake, but thats not how i was made,
took a day to cut out my eyelids, with sharpened razor blades.
I scream with more intensity then a thousand legions burning,
its not a dream, its more my plea, to heal the pain n hurting.
Envision living in vicious prisons, cats hangin of the wall,
pussys slashed, i dont mean pussy gash, there gats lyin on the floor.
My brain contains all the worlds pain, this is called a paradox..
My veins contain all worlds evils, dare you cut open pandoras box?
Tried to sell my soul to the devil, was told its too cold to use,
so cut his throat an for good measure, i cut the boatmans too.
Bathe in innocence and childrens ligaments, then wash myself in soap.
My wickedness is magnificent, you'll struggle to swallow it n you'll choke!
So kid, if you wanna hang with me, make sure you read what I wrote,
Use you head, cus to hang with me, is to hang yourself with rope!

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Cracked ft Lars

It’s an intricate feeling, entwined with an eagerness yearning,
Feel my ligaments burning, my veins are selfishly churning,
Going cold turkey, seriously I'm weary... I’m struggling.
I'm shaking I’m jerky, I’m tired fo fighting for life which I am turning
around - The urge hits like an anvil but never makes a sound,
I'm purging myself, my body was a landfill but I'm clearing the ground,
But my hands are bound, so shoveling the despair isn't easy,
Body says I don't but eyes show I care, wish the vice would release me!
My own mind tries to tease me, my brains out to get me,
Soul puts up a fight, but is knocked back with ease - I seek peace…
I've took a step back, succumbed to the latest attack,
Tried following the crumbs but cracked, an went back to the shack.
Chained and bounded but I am here through choice,
I'm ashamed, but I've lost all care along with my voice.
The needle I hold up like some messiah is bleeding,
I bleed red, it bleeds clear, it’s hot like fire an its fire I’m seeking!
I fire it up here; the shack is my home away from home,
Id fire it up there, but crack is better when it’s taken alone.
I know they will be looking for me soon, probably my niece..
Maybe she will finally give up on me, realise my disease is my peace…

The needle secreting it’s evilness deep. In need of release, I fiend for it. Pleading. It eats at my features, decaying my soul, so it’s easy to see how it’s taken control. Its my reason for being, it keeps me at peace, but I’m eager to seek an escape from it’s hold. I’m shaking. The cold keeps invading my bones making me groan with each step that I take. My face unemotive. I’m dead from the waist. All that’s left of my veins are the blues from my past, infected remains full of numerous tracks. Where obsession became a dependency. Daily I’d attempt separating the truth from the facts and pretending I’d changed. All that changed was the dose at the end of the day as the craving took hold. Now my friends look away when they see me. Displeased. And they’ll read this and weep but my disease is my…

Peace.

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Burning Bridges ft Lars

burning bridges?! I vanquish the abyss that's beneath em!
I Churn a Rift wit language filled with anguish, I am a Demon!
I am blasphemy personified, I am a legion of souls of heathens,
I am actually demoralised beyond all doubt and reason.
Im malicious, im vicious, rough round the edges, skin covered in scars!
im auspicious, im pernicious, lyrically scarred, from punches on bars!
Im bitterly sinister, a cold inimical winter, characteristically charred,
literally the definition of delivery but only a splinter of a bigger picture
Yo lars...

Your little sister’s kiddie fiddler on the roof. The middle-fingered loss of youth’s a synonym for prostitution so live in sin while knocking boots. No giving in. do what you do. Who gives a shit if not for you? It’s what living is. Be an opportunist. Stop listening. You’ve got to choose. Blot the rulebook, cross the I’s and dot the T’s. Do what you like, not what they’re pleased with. Apologising’s for the weak when borrowed time is what we’re breathing and tomorrow might just offer peace.

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Bored Key

Some people looking to gamble but jah homie aint got good odds
Bet your ass im sik and defiant, but i aint talking bout no mods
I got my nose in the Ultimate writer, but i aint someone to snoop
if he knew me he wouldnt of given me 4-1, son you know that shits the truth
some of these cats are some big tits, an i aint talkin bout immac
im talking about a knucklehead on rap boards, but who dont even bother to rap
im not a fan of bad weather - like as in storms, rain when its cold an windy
what the fuck did you think i meant? my names flo real i aint known as witty
Im the next big thing fo real, flow real is a beast an AOB is his stage
Im a scary g from kensington east, i make anger calm an no show like rayge
aint feelin some of the new cats, pretty sure 3 might even be obey?
but then theres some whos punches ive felt, shout out to my nigga rpk!
text dyin, aint had feedback for days, not even from my mentor Nik
i think ill finish this like i 'yam' baron mynd - wit a 'ta ra in a bit'

Flow

06-14-2013, 06:17 AM

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Battles
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Swag and flow tourney
Vs witty

For fun I pass time skipping across vast lands filled wit land mines
Your as dumb as sharp nine, trying to use a gun to cut lines
Im a killer lyricist wit skills ridiculous Which i use to finish pricks
So slick an so sick I make Il nic look Fit for the Olympics
I put a name to flow when my swags on show, im a real sumthin swift G
An im on the edge of my seat cus it's been a while since you said something... witty
Literally, my flow is oh so incredible and my timing is oh so impeccable
Seriously orc get me on the voters list, chyeeeh will vouch for how my votes are credible
It's a known fact that I spradically combat random acts of violence
With a hatchet attached to a pack of cat fish, a lime twist an a eerie silence
I'm living the dream, bleeding rhythm, beats atilla was bringing in the BC's
I'm lyrically stinging g's like a pack of bees on a stampede high of speed
So heed this advice, I'm a magician, the way my lines are so precise
It would be wise to listen to how shit should rhyme, before you try to type

Vs Mike Wrecka

Your rep undeserved, built from riding vets dicks kid
You couldn't Bag an accomp even if you begged for it like he did
Your a topical bitch, but otherwise a nobody, srs who the fuck are you?
wanna blow up like atomic? make this a pink.. then be a faggot forced to leave this site too
I smash a bitch wit my dick, leave her ass cheeks red for weeks an shit
Mike Wreckher? Nah this pussy ran away all red in his cheeks at the sight of tits
ill stick with a PS4 on my 52 inch LCD while I sit on my couch
52 inch LCD, clearly your overcompensating for somethin' son
An the idea of your broke ass affording this rivals claims made by Rawn MacDon
No one has time for your bars, like storytellers write nights..
so bad at bars even Lars ignored your call out....the guy whos had 33 bar fights!
Im rising to the top with my punches, i'll leave you out cold on the deck
Im making waves...........you couldn't hit the ocean from a shipwreck

Vs Il Nik-A (Pic)

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g307/Asanchez305/4F0FAB11-623D-46BC-8439-A48D8B5C1814-1125-0000015055F34500_zps2ac2e215.jpg

This pic is the proof he's poor - he only has one chair an its for sharing
And his title as the pink slip specialist .. is as fake as the watch he's wearing
Bitches be staring, pointing at his grotesque face when he tries to mingle
Ironically the whiskey he's pointing at symbolises how nights end for nik - A single
I don't let windows of opportunity pass me by, you called out so I said yeah
An we all reaaaaally want you to take this window...... And dive the fuck out of there
Doorframes have always been a battle for nik, but looks like nik won the war
He isn't chuffed pointing at his glass.......he's just showing off his new sliding door
You sure do look happy brah, let me guess.... you just ordered pizza?
I bet when you run to the door, cutlery shakes and the neighbours whisper..."Godzilla"
His index finger has more roles then a bakery, is it only me that sees it?!
fuck you wearing trainers for? only exercise you do is reachin for another bag of cheez-its
But your probably just big boned so ill leave it, i wont make another fat joke mate
Cus we don't need to see it in the pic... to guess you already got enough on your plate

Vs Ronic

he ain't frightening, I'm rolling thunder he jus rolls the dice
if this cats lightning... its cus he's over in a flash and he never hits twice
Your known for stinging eyes with that face of yours - you ugly bitch!
Your so minging that if a girl "eye ronic" << thats exactly what that is
Im real, you a fake, your a pedo wit an ego ill puncture like a lumbar
I separate the man from the boys.......and with you i'd need a crowbar
I got that fresh new era style, that gets respect, so fuck the win
whilst your style fuckin common! bitch stop tryin, you'll never be him
your out of luck cus we are not equal, your a gay fuck an your feeble
mainespitz n you suck..the semen back through the anal canel usin straws for retrieval

vs Rayge
you facing me?! surely someone told you to stop before your rep gets a stomp?
youll sink in this comp, faster then a cinder block tied to yo neck n placed face first in a swamp
While im online youll always be outshined, im spittin fire cant knock me from the top!
Me burning you in this drop is the only time your name gets close to what is considered hot!
Girls call me Buzz - cus im always cumming to the rescue when we bump and we grind
Your woody - always shoutin 'reach for the sky' to boys called andrew tuggin you from behind!
After you evaded Bruce Waters an Camp Bell, son you still think you can blow up?
You must be bitch made cus they didnt have a single punch an you were too pussy to show up!
We charging for him to see Ill? cus he just had the privellage to witness it
cus the only time your name is next to skill, is next to Flo Real in this title bitch
calls himself rayge and acts like hes a beast like wolverine but what he really means...
is he paints figurines jacks off too a 14 inch black......pc screen wearin nothin but navy timberlands and unzipped skinny jeans

vs Camp Bell
Im 3 steps up from you - unlike meth ill humour ya witta contribution
your 3 steps down from me - in skill, wins and fucking stages in evolution
on the topic of 3's bitch look at yo loss count - you steppin upto flo?!
niggas won 3 matches but never once where it wasnt titled - CB wins by no show
Your teams full of feelings So team Orc dont have a chance to champ
There's feeling sik, rayge, bordom an I have to face the one feelin camp
You'll never have a big hit yo shit overplayed Yo concepts White noise
Nike tick yo loss to win ratio it lacks the frequency for that fight voice
Tweetin bout how he'll make it big but yo shit could be free n still Wont sell
I'll be a mod one day an tweeting this one time @banned camp I dropped this fucking bell
"your existence is basic"- You do know startin beef with il-Nik is bad for your health?
Doesnt respect his elders but then hes biting lines that older then himself
your flow is shit your punches are weak your concepts are simply played
Ultimate writer? Bitch leave this shit to cats that actually have skill in this trade

vs chyeeeh (swag and flow)
Key for E

I can play mind tricks on obi one....
out force qui gon and kick a lion from the UK to Tim buck 2 an back to tai wan
Stand back and Get in line son!
so slick wit this swag shit i leave slick rick bricking it without a fuckin leg to stand on
I wrote the art of war see,
that Sun Tza a liar G, cus the art of war was just one days entry from flo reals diary
Cus im just fire see...
I got extinguishers extinguished with my distinguished linguistics... to put it mildly
Fuck walking over water,
I can skate the entire Michigan lake mate while texting dominos yo daughters pizza order
I bring a storm brah to da northern quarter,
infiltrate a terror cell order and save 8 states from jihads instigating mass slaughter
Im a committed master of disguise,
find me in a field of corn bro dressed as a scarecrow with crows pecking out my eyes
So like i said before yo, get in line or lay low,
Because what I have got in store for any whore bringin war is a desert eagle point 5 0
Locked and loaded, cocked and reloaded
got the LA Guns holdin, my glock golden, all eyes on me how i rolled in n exploded when i unloaded

Psht what up bro

vs siculu
lol key for the probable whack knuck - prove me wrong
siculu

I'm going to cause you so much damage the doctors will be calling you a cabbage
I'll leave this pussy flat lined and bleeding so bad this battle will be referred to as miscarriage
Your concepts so outdated your bars sound like they were made on an anvil
It will only be after your dead people will tell there kids "he's one to watch" like Jimmy Saville
Shit I ain't even trying, I know your verse will be whack and I no for a fact I'll be right
Your the type to put up about as much fight as mimics grandad did against the light
Beat babbling babies battling by bashing baby battlers brains before boasting
^^^everything started with B, ironically... more interesting then anything I see you posting

vs Split (summer classic)
split you should stick to topicals where your actually known kid
shit your so unrememberable.. when i drafted this i titled it - "verse for sik"
at this..you couldnt be worse, bitch youll never amount to something
splits punch is like a still birth - all that build up an hype for fucking nothing
Now I got a mrs, i have to restrain myself from hittin on bitches, however fit
Closest you get to hittin on bitches is the 50 feet your restraining order permits
Saying how youll break me...pssht stfu bitch, thinkin your mean droppin sixteen?
i wont hold my breath - which ironically a bitch will if she has to unzip your jeans
ill run circles around you, not to boast but im so good it should be a crime
I like split, he posts a great line in every post, but whats sad is its a quote of mine
I lived a life of hard knocks, split lives with daddy an never lost a brother
hes never been HoUseless <-- an those are two words that perfectly sum up his mother
woman see me as a legend, leave there ass cheeks reddened in every threesome
Against me girls quickly put split second <-- an you lasting that long was the reason!!
My mum says I was delivered by a stork, apparently he arrived at night and was very late
Your mum mentions an unforgettable night with a stork, her story unfortunately involves her rape

Vs Pryde
Originally Posted by Bags View Post
I propose that pryde keeps his record of 17-68 here also

Not surprised you started a fresh Yo old record aint something to boast
shit its a higher number then the number thats currently sitting next to your posts
I don't think if you had 1000 battles you will ever learn how to write
Your last league battle with megatron was 9 nil an thats enough votes to lose twice!
I got smooth moves girls are quick to say yes when I put them on the spot
When you ask Bitches they always say no pride - <--- an that's exactly what you've got
The bitches I fuck are like a terminators ....they always comes back for more
yours always come back too, 20 dollers an hour with an up front payment at the door
My mrs loves when im givin it her, pumping her, I fucking blow that bitch up
Pryde pumps and blows his mrs up too, but shes a silicone doll as opposed to a slut

vs Serious ( Swag and flow )
Anyways quick key

Y'all be hoping flo don't show, cus when i blow, It's an explosion making more waves then the ocean,
Cus when i flex an get the flow in motion, i turn heads with how my threads are woven
Fuck emotions, I'm makin more noise then a deployed Boeing hooked up an amplified on distort brah
You better realise that reals eyes are piercing the elements, I'm talking fire earth wind and water
So fly, i look down on bitches cus I'm always high leave em surprised by my electrifying swagger
I bring more heat then a solar ray magnified by a magnifying glass thats da size of Madagascar
Not on my par your slacking, You force flows like anakin couldn't mind trick a blow from a bitch
I'm such a cocky fuck I got hawkin shakin fists, da dalai lama miffed an Mike j fox standin still n stiff
You know noskill, shit I'm so quick I could steal steam from ya kettle an the pitch from your screams
Your sofa, chairs, table an stairs apples an pears, thoughts from your dreams an seams fromYour jeans

VS Il Nik-A (Swag and flow)
I never back track or sit back, always on full attack like a pit bull terrier, carryin more heat then an aircraft carrier
I wade into danger carrying rail guns that would rival jump jet harriers, that could annihilate star treks galactic barrier
Your views couldn't be narrower, I'm open to euthanasia and giving nukes to the Korean Asians that couldn't be crazier
The type to take a razor to a fight wit a gladiator packin a laser, with more moves then Anakin before he was Vader
Fuck a hater, *Im as hot as a jalapeno dressed up in a tuxedo, hotter then the opening scene of Scorsese's casino
As deadly as a malaria ridden mosquito riding a trio of torpedo's, a more bloody machine then the dreams of Tarantino
listen amigos, im so quick I can catch cat tiks wit chop sticks while simultaneously writing sonnets about diagnostics*
I get clarity doing a lot for charity, go to Alcoholics anonymous raise a G & T and offer out a free bucket full of narcotics
Could sell ice to eskimos, sand to aborigines, man im more overhand then Hitler when he addressed his people
Shiiiittt.......I could sell life to an embryo, heap fulls of lamps to the genies and wit ease fucking war to the peaceful!!!*
My flow is so ace I can take bear mace to the face, and still perfectly play snake with one hand while the other plays bass
My swag is so great, so make no mistake, listen mate, even the dali lama met me.. and felt jealous with hate
Im more scheming then a team of evil demons, bringing so much heat im leaving legions of seething heathens screaming
Ill be done with this supposed chieftain when I besiege him, my lines are beyond rhyme and reason yet you cant help believing

Vs Untold
The trash you've come out with recently cunt, couldn't be shitter
Seriously his lines are so bad, its no surprise this runt gets rejected by litter
I poked your bitch so deep I left that bitch on the floor out cold
He tried playin poke-her an leaves her disappointed when it ends quick and un-folds
I beat whoever I face wherever it is, I'm known as a safe bet bitch
you’ll sever n bleed, Cus however i end and whenever I leave, I'll leave un-bested
a picture speaks a thousand words, while yours seems adamant not to talk
to be honest i wouldn’t show my face off either if it looked like it had caught fire and been put out with forks
Didnt just fuck your mrs I bounced up and down on the bitch in the literal sense
Daayyme.... she looked like she was poured into them clothes..... and then forgot to say when

Vs Rican
Your behind the times bitch like Il nik-A, Rawn MacDon n Veritas combined!!
This battle might as well be titled.. flo vs the highlights of the 90's archives.
Your aimin to high son, like Icarus your too close to heat, you cant hack it..
Cus you wanna be fly, but until you evolve yo game bitch.. youll always stay a maggot.
Fuck ya fake theories and conspircies let me give you a fact - I fucked yo bitch!
I left that ho filled wit mo REAL THEORYS then RI CAN wit Michael Moores greatest hits.
r!can cant pull bitches, they think his face has been beated with heavy rocks..
bitches think your face a connect the dots thats been completed by Michael J Fox.
Predicted to win this, cus i flow so sick n facin me only time you get close to it!
Only time your linked to favourite bitch... is if you bookmarked by set ups and hits.
Your last battle didnt have a single line that was actually voted upon for week tens mag
So when I get the LOTB it will be fair to say im givin' ya something that you've never had
Im killin off this pussy cat in colder style then when scar killed off MU-STA-FA
Voters aint seen a bitch get this close to fire since Knucks first posted up his Avatar

Vs BOB
WHA YOU WANT? FIRETRUCK!

Your last battle reminded me of 50 shades of grey - I lol'd at how Dom practically raped ya,
Seriously the way the Dominant whipped ya ass I thought you had changed ya name to Anastasia.
This skinny chinky knuck hangs downtown beggin for food, looking like a yellow Alladin,
Fucking frail knuck called Bob....Geldoff used a picture of you to advertise losing to famine.
My flo real, while yours is one big lie, its totally make believe and mythical like the krakan,
Cus im a distinguished crouching tiger spitting fire - while your more an extinguished hidden dragon.
Seriously, this is well too easy! Dont know why you got everyone kissin your ass like your the best!
Cus to me its reaaaal ironic you thinkin you write right, when your reading your text from the left.
Im here to end you, finish you, leave you looking a bigger pussy then def 5 did to daddy payne,
Im done! This is the end! So let me say goodbye to this fucking chicken, chow mayne!

Vs Split (topical to beat)
I've lied about random shit from da philly streets to my name,
They're trying to figure out if flo's true or is real insane,
Being hated don't mean shit to me,
Fuck the haters and da blame, i get off from addin fuel to the flame
Upset the apple cart with my acting, but I ain't blushin
Fuck your art n jus leave battling half of y'all aint nothin',
Sit back in your seats, staying still, while i flex,
Crushing limbs breaking necks, trust me bitches you'll be next*
Eatin MC's whole with no chew,
Got balls but i like nuts, eat eminems, like who knew?*
Fair doos you caught me on my rouse but I aint the one for the blues
Be serious none of you have a clue whos standing in my size nine shoes
You Jus been served by da gordan ramsay of rhymes
I mix Fresh combos of beets on my fresh combos of thyme

vs Vinzr
I aint He whose name shall not be spoken but ill leave you speechless whether you post or not
You aint the king of shit but after im finished youll be postin dots
He brought punchlines for dummies to help him get his votes..
But couldnt cough one up even if I force fed him the book and all his notes
Knocked up with shmashmortion, knock you down with chastisement
You remind me of abortion and you breathing is an abortion Advertisement
Have some self respect n leave, your a loser, last loss was no exception
To even show for a W/ is self deception, hes in denial, first stage - acceptance
You lack the bite, your down an out in this league, scamperin on the ground
After this punch knocks veneerz out he'll be bloody, seethin, reachin for my crown

vs RPK
My concepts being used on you such a waste fam*
Your a larger waste of space then your sig of the Mojave waste land
way you were frontin for this fight I thought, yo who is this dude?
But your a nobody! which is why only 3 people have ever mentioned you
He loves playing games - just look at his obsession with fall out
I play wit ya ho an if I do well it's da first letter in ya name she calls out*
Yo I'm firing on all cylinders son*facing me what you expect bitch,
He's on a *suicide mission shootin himself like his Facebook pics *
I'll tie a chain around your neck an strangle you to death
You'll choke! An not cus I'm leavin you*struggling to catch your breath*

vs Sharp Nine
Your lines so overused they on every Site - this bitch *is a tart
right click n view source an you'll see thousands of lines - yup you will see sharp(c#)
nine why lie you know im the sharpest tool in this box*
your round... heavy... look like your face has been smashed of some rocks
Your flows ridiculous, the stupid bitch! e doesnt have a clue!
only time youll be mentioned next to flow- is after flo gets a w when this battles through
when you 'c(see) sharp nine' you think hes somethin 'major'
but you 'c(see) sharp' prefers the 'minor' and ironically its minors that he endangers*
Sharp knows I 'preciated his feedback,wasn't a lie *it was a subtle surprise
suppose its true when they say 'The worst men often give the best of advice'

vs Obey
its a witch hunt niggas gunnin fo yo head bitch
id of made this a pink slip but i wouldnt want the unfair advantage
you from prison? would explain the name obey
thinks its his name cus thats all niggas said to him in the shower every day
27.24 posts a day!! nigga stop, STOP HITTING SEND!
670 posts in total and it still reads 'Obey has not made any friends'
Ill Nik-A has proven what Ultimate Writer is all about...
Obey so erect on him that he finally has something that stands out
SUCK MY DICK AND DONT FORGET TO STROKE MY NUTSAK WITH YOUR CHIN
"ill Nik-A help me beat Sik" - Seriously bitch with that shit no one could teach you how to win

vs Tyson (Topical - eveil beings like vultures can still show compassion)
Its the shadows within us, that show our shallow innocence,*
In most incidences used to disguise, our true sinfullness..
We hide behind good tidings, that we sing that we bring,*
But we wont bring a thing, unless your called yang and I am called ying.
Sit with my own kind every dinner, tonight its dinner for two,*
Halved a carcus passed on the bigger, cus even vultures love too. *
Pity and Mercy are rations, a drop that splash a sign of compassion,
No enthuiasm, the chasms to deep an abyss, to even imagine.
Its when the lights on us, it shows true too who we all are,
Too bright for us, shadows scamper n if caught, they usually scar.
We can all remember being caught out, go on I dare you to try,
Count the amount of times you've been the reason for someone to cry
Yourself is selfless, if you have somebody else by your side
Someone you confide your feelings with, for you both too hide
That shallow innocence, low in the chasm, becomes somewhat deeper
Evidence that though were an evil creature, we can be much sweeter
Compassionate actions - you recognise the pain you see an attempt to relay
but its only fractions of the pain you see day to day and look the other way
All darkness has some form of light, take a black holes event horizon
Masters of the chasm, shallow sea of compassion, we preside over as poseidon

vs 2triple0
Hope he knew this was pink slip for his bitch an I already came*
balls deep in *2trips bitch while she screamed the last letter in his name
Yo ill BUST YA RHYMES open like I bust open da *legs of Yo whore
An just like your mrs you'll be shouting GIMME SOME MORE
Mo fucker When I hit on bitches they think I'm a great kiss*
I bet when you hit on bitches they think is he a rapist?
Stop tryin be like 50 cent it aint happenin I aint lyin
Cus I don't want to see you get half way n then die tryin
Mo fucka tell you no real nigga them lines you write was White
You Might be a ghost but its me you'll be scared crossin in the night

vs Obey
ma nig dont need to be 'SiK' to whip you bitch another win for me to pick
he dick rides whoever is hot at da time so much he actually burnt his prick
(http://artofbattling.com/forum/showt...rnt-on-my-dick)
dunna diss me i kill niggas swiftly seriously only time this nigga beats me
is in his dreams flickin my dick shoutin FLO(w) in my mouth QUICKLY!!
jokes aside you come across like a boss but of what leaves me awash
a toss between gay wit dosh or a lawyer who loves gettin blokes off
im black skin, blacker hair, black walk n a blacker stare im 50 shades o black!
you cracker skinned, shaved hair, gay walk, a rapist stare your 50 shades o whack!
im at clubs at 3am pick up bitches they screamin Flo Reals wheels wild!
you at schools at 3pm pick up a child screamin Flo beat dis peadophile!!
looked you up yo concepts played they monotonous yo conditions chronic
your concepts more played then call of duty, fifa, pac man combined with sonic

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