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05-05-2020, 11:40 AM | #62 |
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hey you're still bad at this go make a deadbeat beat
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05-05-2020, 12:01 PM | #63 |
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He left when all the pedophile accusAtions come up regarding ron of war
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05-05-2020, 12:14 PM | #64 |
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I’m convinced no one ever actually leaves this site
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05-05-2020, 02:45 PM | #65 |
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I find myself lurking at the most random times
Reading old material.. etc Not feeling the inclination to start writing rn though unfortunately
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05-05-2020, 02:51 PM | #66 | |
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Haha. Every 6 months or so I'll pop up and make a few posts.
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Just going to post some words here, guys. Make me feel like I am contributing.
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05-05-2020, 03:32 PM | #70 |
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One thing I haven't thought of in years until I just remembered now - in around 2008 or so I set up netceeing.com. My idea was that it would be a directory for all the sites, leagues and tournaments for text from around the internet, as well as showcasing the champions for the leagues. It never really picked up, but I remember when I went to buy a domain I initially thought I'd buy "netcees.com", but it was taken. Not long after when Lama had bought netcees.com, he asked me why I didn't buy it instead of netceeing, so it must have become available not long after. I'm pretty sure he initially bought it and just had it redirect to BragginWrites.
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I can't believe you people made me access a deep part of my memory that includes "used to post on a rap board as a teenager where a guy got busted for jerking off on camera for what he thought was a girl but was actually a guy"
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05-06-2020, 03:04 AM | #72 |
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lmaooo the way that shit was brushed aside and how he kept up his mod duties across multiple sites was wild..
noone would confront him about the shit after some point. speaks volumes to what he was for the scene back then.
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05-06-2020, 11:20 AM | #73 |
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Lama was Smack White except he was also a sex offender
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05-06-2020, 05:16 PM | #74 |
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@Ajax: Is this longbar?
mudfoot VS MC Unique Before the first fro grew...your style was old school, and died looooong before Slick Rick had stopped rockin' GOLD Jewells/ There's a surplus of trash you used in your rap, I'm on "lyrical death row"?...how stupid is that/ battle yourself and STILL people wouldn't bet on you bro, that's no disrespect to you...I'm just lettin' you know/ that Foot's a time bomb already set to explode, through your monitor and leave y'ass dead in your home/ you know I'll spit a bar to have your hoe sheddin' her clothes, she said you're not a man and sex would be better alone/ next time...before you challenge Foot develop a flow, to match Kid Rock you've got a few levels to go/ you'll never spit a verse that can have me "mentally raped", you're barely average...your style was never meant to be great/ you're flimsy and fake...I'll beat you til your fibulas break, and spit a verse to cause your lungs to permanently deflate/ continue to lace...your cranium with splinters and stakes, littered with aches and rendered in an invilid state/ I don't understand what's happenin' here, YOU challenged M-U-D Foot to battle but your weapon cabinet's bare/ I'll read your verse to you and laugh in your ear...I'll laugh at ya peers, your pac net buddies d*ck stabbin' your rear/ this amateur's scared...too much pain and anguish in here, strangled to where he'll leave the board and vanish in fear/ when you enter Foot's zone you'll get choked, your neck grabbed and your larynx stabbed with every bone in your throat/ you challenged Foot with THAT...you must've been stoned when you wrote, somebody told me you're dope...whew!!! It's only a hoax/ STILL CALLIN' YOUR STEEZ PHAT?, it's terrible to lie to yourself even worse when you start to believe that/ don't take it as a dis...it's just honestly feedback, Beat Foot?...gotta be more than unique to achieve that/ I'll drop a bar to mesmerize you...then mechanize to, a form to mutilate your frame til YOU don't even recognize you/ it's ill advised to...peep my rhymes...the sh*t'll blind you, thrust ya eyes back into ya skull and out the sides duke/ you're weak...f*ck wit Foot and get massacred paw, you're just UNIQUE 'cause no one WANTS to be as wack as you are/ you asked for the war...so now you'll get mangled and scarred, hacked into parts...and packed in the back of ya car/ for actin' so hard...alas you're an actual fraud, when you spit...you strain to get your own hands to applaud/ you challenged me but yet you knew that you were trash from the start, and were going up aganst someone who's mastered his art/ well...there's clearly no debate, that I could even beat you in a battle if I spit a verse made from words that don't relate/ you won't escape...you couldn't get a hot rhyme to culminate, or simply keep up with me if I severely slowed my pace/ and throw the race...your rhymes make you impossible to overrate, in war with Foot...death is always the opposing soldier's fate/ listen...I got a joke to make...even Unique hold his face, HOW DO YOU GET AN A&R TO LAUGH...Answer: SHOW HIM YOUR TAPE/ your audio's soft...not for battlin'...more like when you go on a date, that's the sh*t I listen to when I'm straight bonin' your mate/ I'll shatter ya jaw...when you challenge Wrath you need more, than merely references of my past battles with Saw/ What's he steppin' to the Foot with such arrogance for, ask yourselves...IS THERE REALLY A COMPARISON?...NAHHHH Mudfoot VS Cadence You damn right...you have a serious mountain to climb, and when the Mud slides your corpse'll be found in the grime/ each line is better than your verse by thousands of times, and what's worse is that the Foot has a boundless supply/ n*ggaz always wan approach the Foot fiendin' to test, yet leave wit they flesh...contorted to a meaningless mess/ STOP seekin' Foot Doc before I beat in your chest, to where your heart no longer pumps and your breathing's suppressed/ all the compliments you give are only seen as a jest, beat somebody else's d*ck and give my penis a rest/ you aint got no business tryin' to...mess wit the Foot, it's a cryin' shame that you were so impressed wit the Foot/ that you would try to STEAL the flow and concepts from the Foot, you might as well entitle your rhyme the "Best of the Foot"/ or the "Best of the Wrath"...the sight of Foot'll have you messin' your pants, and have you choke YOUR OWN neck with your hands/ Foot's the kind of cat to give your girl a sexual glance, and have her instantly volunteer her breasts and her ass/ Foot is known to transform into a ravenous fiend, that'll infiltrate your mind and inhabit your dreams/ and gain access to all of your plans and your schemes, and trap your state of mind under Foot's savage regime/ if YOU ruled the world...who knows how wack it would be, cats would rock Cross Colors shirts and Damage for jeans/ you STOLE a proven flow...how hard is that to acheive, you were wack way before the first rap was conceived/ you were wack before Genesis...when Adam and Eve, disobeyed God and ate from his magical tree/ to test Foot in your amateur state, is like puttin' steel and feathers on a scale and tryin to balance the weight/ keep in mind...Foot'll make you bleed gallons and lakes, if not for yours...quit for your friends and family's sake/ 'cause you know the Foot's heart is filled with malice and hate, and a wicked death is the opposing challenger's fate/ you can't produce a hot rhyme...you're just a talentless fake, a blood SUCKA...that's why I'm armed with wooden mallots and stakes/ in this modern day Egypt...Foot's the Pharoah or Sheik, that gotta watch his back livin' in a palace of snakes/ you're the kind of man to take another man on a date, and can't wait to get him home and toss his salad and cake/ wit whipped cream, bannanas and grapes, and even lick the balls and when he don't call...you walk around sad in the face/ you need to understand...I flow at a maddening pace, you can't claim a win...when you never ran in the race/ you want the whole thing but can't even handle a taste, back to the drawing board...or whatever they call the practicing place/ whether you wanna be Mud...or just prefer to pretend, YOU'RE NOT FOOT...you're like the low budget version of him/ I'll spit merciless gems...in the sky that disperse in the wind, and drop upon the earth and murder your kin/ you can USE the Foot's style...but can't shoulder the wealth, that's like havin' a giants frame and the soul of an elf/ for you to STEAL from Mudfoot is very bold of yourself, if your rhyme wasn't so trash I'd think I wrote it myself/ when you TAKE from Mudfoot you take a blow to your health, I'll skin your frame and turn your hide into an oderous pelt/ before he knew what happened...the decisive blow had been dealt, and in the end it was still the Foot that voters had felt/ Mudfoot vs. vs Broken English When Broken peeped the scene and saw the Guanja Guy emergin', all that crossed his mind was that he's gonna die a virgin/ Feet's the kind of person...that'll beat your hide with verses, til you seek to hide in church and hope you reach in time for service/ you're similar to Foot?...more like a weak and tired version, that force your sh*t to make a word like beeper rhyme with nursing/ The first cat I ever heard to speak of Broken English, said the name means "wack as f*ck" in French and "JOKE" in English/ he said that you was full of steam like loco-motive engines, and type your verses with the same hand you stroke your thing with/ you didn't KNOW I'd win this?, use your BRAIN b*tch...it's not some kind of decoration...it's what you're supposed to think with/ each line'll wreck your syntax...til each Plague of Impact, realize his frame was blown apart and begs for limbs back/ and speakin' of ya "crew"...they should'a let you know your sh*t's wack, they played your song then fought to be the one who presses "skip track"/ Ill masterminded...the most melodic plan to bind the hands of time, so that your screen'll freeze, crash and die when I craft a rhyme/ you faggot swine...in drag you dine...and offer your man a glass of wine, then home you bend his asshole wide and splash his hide with astroglide/ I can't believe this clown?...speakin' how he could beat me down, but when the Feet hit town...the n*gga didn't make a peep or sound/ and when his man was scared to death and cried...he told him "keep it down, FEET'S AROUND...why the f*ck you always have to be so loud?"/ this freak's about...walkin' streets for miles in a sequin gown, and stuffin' d*cks inside the orifice where his teeth are found/ he likes it how the balls tease his bowels...til he screams and shouts, then hits the streets again...feelin' proud how he pleased the crowd/ when Foot spit...he always show and prove...from his vocal tubes, and have the older dudes scoldin' you...and scream "I tolded you"/ "THAT FOOT WOULD HAVE YA CHEEKS AND NOSE ABUSED...SNAP YA BONES IN TWO, AND BEAT YOUR FRAME UNTIL YOUR ARMS DON'T FIT INSIDE THE SHOULDER GROOVES"/ when actin' bold and rude...you only put me in the mode to do, sh*t like bangin' ya head...until you're s'posed to move your toes to chew/ and lace your corpse with open wounds so every organ's pokin' through, displayed as a reminder not to SPEAK UNLESS YOU'RE SPOKEN TO/ by Foot...that'll cross the globe to Egypt and to Portugal, and leave not just ENGLISH SMASHED...but every language Broken too/ not even if they go to you... with hundreds of grands, should you dare f*ck wit Mudfoot or one of his mans/ you should be...satisfied as just one of his fans, and sacrifice your shoes and Cross Color dungaree pants/ they should've told you that the Wrath...was a thug and a half, and could make ya role as pointless as Bustah's in Shaft/ you remember last night?...how you were f*ckin' ya dad, and how he told you that he loved you...with his butt in your hands/ and how he's jealous of your girl always touchin' your ass, and said he'd kill the b*tch if she made another advance/ speakin' of which...your rhyme was so UNDER advanced, that I fell asleep and thought I woke UP in the past/ and saw Grand Mast...before he hooked UP wit the flash, spit an UPdated verse if you're UP to the task/ beat Foot?...must be the world's biggest dummy to ask, that's the reason when you turn around there's chuckles and laughs/ not from strangers...I'm talkin' bout your mother and dad, all your neices...your baby cousins, uncles and aunts (ants)/ they know all I have to do is show you some of the Wrath, and you'll to drop this war...and claim you only wanted to dance/ it's a shame...that you would still wanna tangle wit Feet, when you know you'll only get your frame mangled and beat/ kinda kid to drop his pants and start stranglin' Pete, wit a condom on so it doesn't splash on the sheets/ you sit in front ya PC...wit ya hand on ya meat, thinkin' ways to make beatin' Foot a tangible feat/ YOU CAN'T BEAT FOOT...I doubt you'd ever handle the heat, I'm like a forest fire...tell me how a candle competes?/ you're a hoe a fag and a freak, that talk a lot of sh*t then search for the door at your first chance to retreat/ I'll turn ya frame to an explosion of red, and have the moderator hold his head and contemplate closin' the thread/ you're the kind of cat that yap about totin' his lead, but still sleeps wit go-bots and G-I Joes in his bed/ I'll have you on the ground posin' as dead, thinkin' 'bout the direction opposite of me...wishin' you chose it instead...
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Someone told me a long time ago llama disappeared because of like... some sexual legal charge or something and went to jail.
But... who knows if that’s even remotely true, probably isn’t.
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