SKC vs. Biggz and Inasense
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im here when is it crackin
fuck it heres my verse
(Biggz) u talk tough (in a sense) you got it twisted
watch 1 spit shit
fire flame'n leave'n u hit less
forgetfull thoughts bring ya glory down to non existantes
i promise BITCHES!!
4 lines leave u coughin liquid
dine on your blood and sacrafice ya flesh
you got 16 lines spit it i aint impressed
ya dick ridn tactics and crew votes stop here
are u half homo naw on second thought u full queer
waitn for ya moment to gain respect for battle'n S.K.C
till u get caught wit ya pants down like S.T.D's
type all u want about bein hard i dont think so holmes
respect u think u gettin but nuttin but broke bones
shit on u in order inasense u next
start funk wit funkzilla u buggin like funk flex
60 minutes of bullshit u thinkin so right it down
you like a bitch on the railroad tracks waitin so tie it down
i turn words to acid for all of u rymin clowns
ya time is out u dug a deep hole start climbin out
sayin my rymes simple dood do u really read
i slap ya babies mama carma murder ya seed
fuck it heres my verse
(Biggz) u talk tough (in a sense) you got it twisted
watch 1 spit shit
fire flame'n leave'n u hit less
forgetfull thoughts bring ya glory down to non existantes
i promise BITCHES!!
4 lines leave u coughin liquid
dine on your blood and sacrafice ya flesh
you got 16 lines spit it i aint impressed
ya dick ridn tactics and crew votes stop here
are u half homo naw on second thought u full queer
waitn for ya moment to gain respect for battle'n S.K.C
till u get caught wit ya pants down like S.T.D's
type all u want about bein hard i dont think so holmes
respect u think u gettin but nuttin but broke bones
shit on u in order inasense u next
start funk wit funkzilla u buggin like funk flex
60 minutes of bullshit u thinkin so right it down
you like a bitch on the railroad tracks waitin so tie it down
i turn words to acid for all of u rymin clowns
ya time is out u dug a deep hole start climbin out
sayin my rymes simple dood do u really read
i slap ya babies mama carma murder ya seed
Cmoke-CEO , x, asth,
Damn sorry kid, stop rappin' your verse was garbage and ya flow is whack//
Treat you like a Jersey from the 70's, Funkzilla you'll get "Thrownback"//
Your crew will be known as Alyiah singing "i miss you" cuz I'll Murder this kid//
Turn 16 next month, 16 blunts gone, Text and audio, i know you heard of biggz//
bout a minute of my time, you've been ripped fast, Fuck your bitch ass//
Your the Starter for todays game, But I pull the win as a closer, Pitch last//
These bars are like Richard Preston's novel "The Hot Zone//
I got the ablitiy to beat an Rapper, I'm BIGGZ, not Clone//
Its a Terrifying Story to mankind that they may know his sluty ways//
Have ya mother on her knees giving dome, after 15 mins, I nut for days//
This is good enough to demolish you, polish you, Your dead//
Now i must go on to attack your crew, and start decapitating heads//
CURT Who?
Verse 2, goes out to other faggot from SKC, named Curt B//
Aren't you the bitch I punked, screaming biggz don't hurt me//
Leave ya like PAPA Doc in 8 mile, Bitch your speachless//
Rapping is ya weakness, Disses i got, do you? speak it//
I know yall Say ya killers, Please don't kill me over the net//
Fuck fake hoes, I make flows, Battles i take those, i ain't done yet//
Fuck the SKC this is handicap match, but your the retarded one//
You say you a gangsta speaking street words beef you ain't started none//
You ain't standing on the corner for money, but yo you juss a hoe//
Now after you read this, you'll be too ashamed to bust a flow//
Asthmatic
Somehow you beat me in the last tourney, what a shame//
You in the championship of siccness battles gives this site a bad name//
But ya bed buddy Kalibur beat ya, in text and in bed//
I murder Curt and Funk, now your the next to be dead//
Taking over all this forum, while the help of my homies//
Your in a wood box 6ft deep, SKC 1 member lonely//
Words i spit here, can go to the streets you want that?//
I know your scared inside, asking your crew to get ya back//
Fuck you, your first battle with ya crew, damn yall lost//
Toss SKC liek trash, Go solo mayne and learn how to be a boss//
CMOKE and X
ain't got enough time
Damn sorry kid, stop rappin' your verse was garbage and ya flow is whack//
Treat you like a Jersey from the 70's, Funkzilla you'll get "Thrownback"//
Your crew will be known as Alyiah singing "i miss you" cuz I'll Murder this kid//
Turn 16 next month, 16 blunts gone, Text and audio, i know you heard of biggz//
bout a minute of my time, you've been ripped fast, Fuck your bitch ass//
Your the Starter for todays game, But I pull the win as a closer, Pitch last//
These bars are like Richard Preston's novel "The Hot Zone//
I got the ablitiy to beat an Rapper, I'm BIGGZ, not Clone//
Its a Terrifying Story to mankind that they may know his sluty ways//
Have ya mother on her knees giving dome, after 15 mins, I nut for days//
This is good enough to demolish you, polish you, Your dead//
Now i must go on to attack your crew, and start decapitating heads//
CURT Who?
Verse 2, goes out to other faggot from SKC, named Curt B//
Aren't you the bitch I punked, screaming biggz don't hurt me//
Leave ya like PAPA Doc in 8 mile, Bitch your speachless//
Rapping is ya weakness, Disses i got, do you? speak it//
I know yall Say ya killers, Please don't kill me over the net//
Fuck fake hoes, I make flows, Battles i take those, i ain't done yet//
Fuck the SKC this is handicap match, but your the retarded one//
You say you a gangsta speaking street words beef you ain't started none//
You ain't standing on the corner for money, but yo you juss a hoe//
Now after you read this, you'll be too ashamed to bust a flow//
Asthmatic
Somehow you beat me in the last tourney, what a shame//
You in the championship of siccness battles gives this site a bad name//
But ya bed buddy Kalibur beat ya, in text and in bed//
I murder Curt and Funk, now your the next to be dead//
Taking over all this forum, while the help of my homies//
Your in a wood box 6ft deep, SKC 1 member lonely//
Words i spit here, can go to the streets you want that?//
I know your scared inside, asking your crew to get ya back//
Fuck you, your first battle with ya crew, damn yall lost//
Toss SKC liek trash, Go solo mayne and learn how to be a boss//
CMOKE and X
ain't got enough time
A
Biggz nigga u right i beat u and i do it again//face it nigga to me ur jus words hidden behind ya broadband//iont give a shit if my nigga beat me, cuz i fukd u up//but u wasnt really trippin cuz yo homie inasense tossd ya salad up//folx u couldnt WIN this battle if ya knew who what where and why//fuk Krooked Koncepts leavin yaw like some jewish foos in hitlers room all yaw niggas gone die//haha thas right nigga i said it i could give a fuk//i cant feel bad bout it cuz i aint no them cats so fuk it bring da funk//i hope yaw niggas hate me for life i aint tryn ta make friends//im here ta shit on niggas so bad that yaw wanna decapatate ya hands//no more textstyle fa yaw nigga u writin raps freelance//this shits too easy for me but to u its like im doin a verbal riverdance......
Inasense in a sense u aint worf my 2 cents ta rip this//so ima give ya ass half jus like u half assd when ya ass stepped up ta my class//lemme end yo lil rap career early and nip it in tha ass fast//i take out all ya spit by cuttin off ya head and scrapin ya neck fa cash//when you went ta bank fa cash i already had u in check//now remember dis inasense what say can and will be used against u//u say u got spits clean foo well nigga i jus ripped u like a wet tissue//u cant fuk wit my battle tactics nigga cuz my microphones a military issue//i split you like a swish foo rolled u up and CMOKEd u too...
Fuk yaw niggas and fuk ya krew// how u expect to win a handicap match when battlin me solo is like u battlin 2 krooked koncepts krews//yaw niggas shit is so weak like pop-eye wit no spinach//holla at me nigga when yaw stop rappin like bitches...
Inasense in a sense u aint worf my 2 cents ta rip this//so ima give ya ass half jus like u half assd when ya ass stepped up ta my class//lemme end yo lil rap career early and nip it in tha ass fast//i take out all ya spit by cuttin off ya head and scrapin ya neck fa cash//when you went ta bank fa cash i already had u in check//now remember dis inasense what say can and will be used against u//u say u got spits clean foo well nigga i jus ripped u like a wet tissue//u cant fuk wit my battle tactics nigga cuz my microphones a military issue//i split you like a swish foo rolled u up and CMOKEd u too...
Fuk yaw niggas and fuk ya krew// how u expect to win a handicap match when battlin me solo is like u battlin 2 krooked koncepts krews//yaw niggas shit is so weak like pop-eye wit no spinach//holla at me nigga when yaw stop rappin like bitches...
LOL... sorry buddy... but you might wanna get your whole crew up in here... *off the dome*
I'm a MASTER mentally RICH so you know I assault my foes mind/
I leave this cat 'hanging out to dry' cuz he doesn't know how to 'clothes lines' (close lines)/
this is the END OF YOUR PUNCHES, as soon as you bend then it's done kid/
I'll make you 'crash dummy', and that will be the end of your 'stunts' bitch/
I munch wits, your 'Kalibah's' low, there aint no way this coward can grow/
your like those batteries without meters cuz you ain't got no power to show/
I'll devour ya bro, and your miniature mind, then come back to finish your spine/
it's dinner this time, and In my eyes your just another timid to blind/
let's scrimmage our lines, you, are merely acting like you've been into grime/
but my sinister shine will POP your EYES out till you need SPINACH to prime/
I'm spinnin ya mind in conjunction with it's malfunction, now i'm punchin/
put your brain in the washer till you throw in the towel, pow. now your a dunce kid/
I plow through your tundra, your under my skill, I use silent thunder to kill/
I muffle your WILL like pillow suffocating black SMITHS, your PRINCE are blunders still/
this is fun, a thrill, to spill your edible heart like wet floors on valentines day/
your rhymes suck and hardly exist like fifty whores with talents today/
I got malice to spray, immediately, rich is a bitch from a breed that's siccly/
read the spit free, it'll disease ya quickly and leave ya degrees under seige and ripped see/
lol
pz
I'm a MASTER mentally RICH so you know I assault my foes mind/
I leave this cat 'hanging out to dry' cuz he doesn't know how to 'clothes lines' (close lines)/
this is the END OF YOUR PUNCHES, as soon as you bend then it's done kid/
I'll make you 'crash dummy', and that will be the end of your 'stunts' bitch/
I munch wits, your 'Kalibah's' low, there aint no way this coward can grow/
your like those batteries without meters cuz you ain't got no power to show/
I'll devour ya bro, and your miniature mind, then come back to finish your spine/
it's dinner this time, and In my eyes your just another timid to blind/
let's scrimmage our lines, you, are merely acting like you've been into grime/
but my sinister shine will POP your EYES out till you need SPINACH to prime/
I'm spinnin ya mind in conjunction with it's malfunction, now i'm punchin/
put your brain in the washer till you throw in the towel, pow. now your a dunce kid/
I plow through your tundra, your under my skill, I use silent thunder to kill/
I muffle your WILL like pillow suffocating black SMITHS, your PRINCE are blunders still/
this is fun, a thrill, to spill your edible heart like wet floors on valentines day/
your rhymes suck and hardly exist like fifty whores with talents today/
I got malice to spray, immediately, rich is a bitch from a breed that's siccly/
read the spit free, it'll disease ya quickly and leave ya degrees under seige and ripped see/
lol
pz
Cmoke and X.. its your turn
Cmoke, i know we battled before, but no purpose//
SKC yo fuck off mr. ceo, battle biggz will get ya nervous//
So your the CEO of all these weak bitches, Sucks for you//
Inasense and Biggz tag Team, Check it Fuck your crew//
Its a fuckin female convention, Me and Inasense are the only guys//
Your prude hoes, Sorry about my rude flows, I don't lie//
Why you join Circus you got skill, if i were u i'd say i'm out//
You got 4 females, thought you wanted talent? guess ya cant count//
Calm your bitch Asthmatic down, i think homeboys on his period//
He got dissed, fuck cry baby, i guess he wants this serious//
If you look at my barrel after i let it blast, you'll C SMOKE//
You love me, thats why my dick is always down ya throat//
KalIbUr
Oh NO the big bad woof is here with his fake gun//
X- kali-who? says hes a killa, lives he take none//
Rhymes i make son,please don't unleash the super soaker//
Skc get together on weekends and play strip poker//
I'll hang you faggots with my verses wrapped around ya neck//
I battle text to earn a slight respect, hey Kalibur FUCK X//
Inasense and Biggz... its goes liek this
We unstoppable, we turn guns unpopable, No one on top of us//
Desire battles, conflicts we set on fire, ours rhymes hot to bust//
Inasense and BIGGZ yall could be BARBERS and still couldn't "fade this line up"//
Yall get beat down while tied up//
Juss learn from us yall, never come soft//
X,asth,moke, Curt and funk, yo Fuck off//
Cmoke, i know we battled before, but no purpose//
SKC yo fuck off mr. ceo, battle biggz will get ya nervous//
So your the CEO of all these weak bitches, Sucks for you//
Inasense and Biggz tag Team, Check it Fuck your crew//
Its a fuckin female convention, Me and Inasense are the only guys//
Your prude hoes, Sorry about my rude flows, I don't lie//
Why you join Circus you got skill, if i were u i'd say i'm out//
You got 4 females, thought you wanted talent? guess ya cant count//
Calm your bitch Asthmatic down, i think homeboys on his period//
He got dissed, fuck cry baby, i guess he wants this serious//
If you look at my barrel after i let it blast, you'll C SMOKE//
You love me, thats why my dick is always down ya throat//
KalIbUr
Oh NO the big bad woof is here with his fake gun//
X- kali-who? says hes a killa, lives he take none//
Rhymes i make son,please don't unleash the super soaker//
Skc get together on weekends and play strip poker//
I'll hang you faggots with my verses wrapped around ya neck//
I battle text to earn a slight respect, hey Kalibur FUCK X//
Inasense and Biggz... its goes liek this
We unstoppable, we turn guns unpopable, No one on top of us//
Desire battles, conflicts we set on fire, ours rhymes hot to bust//
Inasense and BIGGZ yall could be BARBERS and still couldn't "fade this line up"//
Yall get beat down while tied up//
Juss learn from us yall, never come soft//
X,asth,moke, Curt and funk, yo Fuck off//
yo biggz u whack u faggott lil yungsta/ fucc inasense i'll leave ya frozen in my tundra/ keep spittin about how this is handicapped/ u asked for it but i'll leave this flow candi-rapped/ if its that bad then go get ur whole crew/ i dont give a fucc i'll smoke them like a bowl too, hold u..save u from the wrath of mine/ i lift u up then drop u and snap ur spine..rip evry limb u got right outta the sockets/ bust 2 in ur dome before u could get the strap outta ur pockets, lock this..battle up in the murder files/ before this i never even heard ur styles..oh yeah accept for biggz' audio in the flows forum/ it was weak any other cat no one knows tore-em/ and inasense i never seen ur shit/ accept for the SHIT above/ compared to other flows that was a kiss-of-love/ any day u wanna spit vs. me/ jus think that this is the gangsta curt b/ with worse beat i could serve thee/ ya my lingo expands to shakespeare/ fucc ur demands i dont respect fags and u a fake-queer/ next time u wanna fuck with s.k.c./ think about the lyrics and techs-they-spray-g.
Aight....
in-a-sense ya headin south, my punchlines hit so hard, got blood in ya homeboy biggz` mouth//
i could tell as i read each rhyme that niether one of u ever committed a street crime i snort, u eat lines, u might be cold but i heat 9's in deep times both u got nuthin in ya mouth but feet as i dispurse these elite lines, ya cant see ya be blind my shits on repeat ur shits on re-wind, ya mind corrupted as i free-mine//
biggz guilty for bein gay but hes got innocense(inasense) in him everday, no wait i dont think u got what im tryin ta say not one of you bitches gon get in my way i fuck bitches n pluck riches i run tha game u just play//
Biggz makin up for a small ego i think he flow just cuz he a ne-gro laffin while he flow,mine, he want moe cuz when i lace i stop tha show n see Cmoke when you blow//
u gunna take me? HELL NO, solid spit while im callin shit cant break me, ur just mad cuz u aint me, im listen'n to what ya gota say but speak up i can only hear u faintly attack u cuz mainly u drain me of shit drivin me insainly why u fuckin wit somone whos crazy burned u fasta than a blunt that says blaze me ya weak rhymes dont even phase me//
i kill both u bitches now c'mon just try ta play me//
PeaCe
~Cmoke
coo verses yall
in-a-sense ya headin south, my punchlines hit so hard, got blood in ya homeboy biggz` mouth//
i could tell as i read each rhyme that niether one of u ever committed a street crime i snort, u eat lines, u might be cold but i heat 9's in deep times both u got nuthin in ya mouth but feet as i dispurse these elite lines, ya cant see ya be blind my shits on repeat ur shits on re-wind, ya mind corrupted as i free-mine//
biggz guilty for bein gay but hes got innocense(inasense) in him everday, no wait i dont think u got what im tryin ta say not one of you bitches gon get in my way i fuck bitches n pluck riches i run tha game u just play//
Biggz makin up for a small ego i think he flow just cuz he a ne-gro laffin while he flow,mine, he want moe cuz when i lace i stop tha show n see Cmoke when you blow//
u gunna take me? HELL NO, solid spit while im callin shit cant break me, ur just mad cuz u aint me, im listen'n to what ya gota say but speak up i can only hear u faintly attack u cuz mainly u drain me of shit drivin me insainly why u fuckin wit somone whos crazy burned u fasta than a blunt that says blaze me ya weak rhymes dont even phase me//
i kill both u bitches now c'mon just try ta play me//
PeaCe
~Cmoke
coo verses yall
2nd of my 3 verses
ya "ships sunk," no one looks your way if they "out-to-sea-"greatness//
respect for SKC?! like tarnished coins you bout-to-be-faceless//
like "inmates workin power plants" i'll leave you in "Con-fusion"//
its like you aint had water for days, beatin me? just an illusion//
leave ya legally dead, step up and get-ya-heart-stalled//
SKC's career end up part of tha poll in Hip-Hop-Hardball//
number 1? please, thats only cause I left-the-list//
wanna battle Me and biggz? I'll send you to hell so you can get-your-wish//
who even thinks your ill?? you remind me of some "rabbits fuckin"//
cause i never seen so many "multiples" with so "little punchin"!!//
no mic ability, "hands-on-ya-comp" ya fuckin "pet-a-file"//(pedophile)
like "soldiers in afghanistan" SKC "aint even been a vet-a-while"//
and still the siccnesses number 1 is the closest youll come to the top//
like "fishing NETs" you thinin its the best, "catchin that spot"//
battle "records sketchy" so this ones leavin ya "heart-skippin//
ya "legs in front of APEX" cause Hip Hop, you got the "ART-slippin"//
lets grab the mics SKC, but then you know you'd have-to-lose//
its like you got a "histerectomy" in audio you "cant-produce"//
you the "nurse" when i "operate" SKC startin to "test my patience(patients)"//
fuck what these "HO-TELL's," you aint fit for the siccnesses "GUEST-RELATIONS"//
but after this battle, SKC will be callin-me-jesus//
its seems you more "underdeveloped" than a "somalian-fetus"//
battling me is like admitting you nearly-retarded//
the next sentence with your name in it begins dearly-departed//
<enter personal>
i've beat many heads iller than you, so start wipin-ya-smile//
I win battles with the Style i'm Typin not from Typin in Style//
<exit verse decoration and text bolding>
Fuck this kid, get ya diapers up, look mom im rappin-now!//
Newbies and no-shows in your win list?! thats nothin to brag-about//
check his verse, cheaters never prosper, and this tha season-for-biters//
"call the cavalry" SKC, wait, couldn't beat me wit a "legion-of-riders"//
LOL.. i think its one of my best yet!
pz
ya "ships sunk," no one looks your way if they "out-to-sea-"greatness//
respect for SKC?! like tarnished coins you bout-to-be-faceless//
like "inmates workin power plants" i'll leave you in "Con-fusion"//
its like you aint had water for days, beatin me? just an illusion//
leave ya legally dead, step up and get-ya-heart-stalled//
SKC's career end up part of tha poll in Hip-Hop-Hardball//
number 1? please, thats only cause I left-the-list//
wanna battle Me and biggz? I'll send you to hell so you can get-your-wish//
who even thinks your ill?? you remind me of some "rabbits fuckin"//
cause i never seen so many "multiples" with so "little punchin"!!//
no mic ability, "hands-on-ya-comp" ya fuckin "pet-a-file"//(pedophile)
like "soldiers in afghanistan" SKC "aint even been a vet-a-while"//
and still the siccnesses number 1 is the closest youll come to the top//
like "fishing NETs" you thinin its the best, "catchin that spot"//
battle "records sketchy" so this ones leavin ya "heart-skippin//
ya "legs in front of APEX" cause Hip Hop, you got the "ART-slippin"//
lets grab the mics SKC, but then you know you'd have-to-lose//
its like you got a "histerectomy" in audio you "cant-produce"//
you the "nurse" when i "operate" SKC startin to "test my patience(patients)"//
fuck what these "HO-TELL's," you aint fit for the siccnesses "GUEST-RELATIONS"//
but after this battle, SKC will be callin-me-jesus//
its seems you more "underdeveloped" than a "somalian-fetus"//
battling me is like admitting you nearly-retarded//
the next sentence with your name in it begins dearly-departed//
<enter personal>
i've beat many heads iller than you, so start wipin-ya-smile//
I win battles with the Style i'm Typin not from Typin in Style//
<exit verse decoration and text bolding>
Fuck this kid, get ya diapers up, look mom im rappin-now!//
Newbies and no-shows in your win list?! thats nothin to brag-about//
check his verse, cheaters never prosper, and this tha season-for-biters//
"call the cavalry" SKC, wait, couldn't beat me wit a "legion-of-riders"//
LOL.. i think its one of my best yet!
pz