**Crew Championship** -Krooked Konceptz- vs. -Street Souljahz-
- Thread starter MrDontGIVEaFUCK
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im at comp school right now and i think i'll be too lazy to do this when i get home, so i'll start now. gotta rush it out. so here goez, ill do one verse to tha whole crew and one each after that....
itz tha final~battle, time~to~rattle tha flowz-board/
destroying theze bitch trickz until this click is no-more/
go-for tha gold, make this crew fold-like-a-bluffer/
theze boyz are weathered, so ima start to roll-like-tha-thunder/
and im rollin straight thru this fuckin trio of three-hoez/
soon this group'z memberz will be dyin off.... like the Beetles/
defeat-thoze who oppoze tha chozen-few-of-rap/
u put yourselvez on tha atlas, but im blowin-you-off-tha-mapz/
you bitchez shoulda forfeited your last engagement/
cuz then you wouldnt have to get fucked up by this deranged-klick/
ima stick my hand in nitro so you fagz can get slapped with a colder-palm/
you aint defendin shit.... it'z no wonder why you fagz decided to spell SOLDIER-wrong!
A-PACALYPSE
bitch, i remember your weak ass speakin-on-my-flowz/
im deletin-all-my-foez, you fagz are wreapin-wut-u-sew/
your crew iz shit.... you just three gayz-hoppin-dickz/
fuck a Sicc sorry bitch, fuck a Chaotic trick, and an A-PACALYPSE/
ill rock-this-klick like tha earthquake of tha late-80'z/
you couldnt be az sick az me if you started to rape-babiez/
like tha tail on tha donkey, you bout to be pinned-up/
and to end this, here'z sum advice: get off of Tim'z-nutz!/
CHAOS
why u got that red rag in ya sig? ya betta loze-it-bitch/
cuz Norte imposterz get lynched, and then crucifixed/
you said it yourself.... you aint even a street-banger/
im known thru my flowz and actionz to delete-fakerz/
and you're on target, here'z a lyrical harpoon-for-ya-heart/
we gonna battle? betta check ya dark-tomb-before-ya-start/
cuz that'z where you'll end up, since you and ya rap'z-gay/
and you can take your hometown buddiez with ya, kodogg and FAT-J/
Sicc wit it
i got a clip-ta-stick into my lyrikal visciousness/
reloading my verbal weaponz.... im tha one who'z Sicc-wit-it/
i can hit-this-bitch from all-directionz, with all-my-weaponz/
to win you'd need a miracle, betta start to call-tha-heavenz/
beg-and-plead, you cant get rid of me, im meant-to-be/
cuz this board needz me like a female needz an egg-to-bread/
8-barz, Double K-startz to take-partz from gay-markz/
so im takin limbz, spinez, and leavin ya on tha pavement like sprayed-tar/
itz tha final~battle, time~to~rattle tha flowz-board/
destroying theze bitch trickz until this click is no-more/
go-for tha gold, make this crew fold-like-a-bluffer/
theze boyz are weathered, so ima start to roll-like-tha-thunder/
and im rollin straight thru this fuckin trio of three-hoez/
soon this group'z memberz will be dyin off.... like the Beetles/
defeat-thoze who oppoze tha chozen-few-of-rap/
u put yourselvez on tha atlas, but im blowin-you-off-tha-mapz/
you bitchez shoulda forfeited your last engagement/
cuz then you wouldnt have to get fucked up by this deranged-klick/
ima stick my hand in nitro so you fagz can get slapped with a colder-palm/
you aint defendin shit.... it'z no wonder why you fagz decided to spell SOLDIER-wrong!
A-PACALYPSE
bitch, i remember your weak ass speakin-on-my-flowz/
im deletin-all-my-foez, you fagz are wreapin-wut-u-sew/
your crew iz shit.... you just three gayz-hoppin-dickz/
fuck a Sicc sorry bitch, fuck a Chaotic trick, and an A-PACALYPSE/
ill rock-this-klick like tha earthquake of tha late-80'z/
you couldnt be az sick az me if you started to rape-babiez/
like tha tail on tha donkey, you bout to be pinned-up/
and to end this, here'z sum advice: get off of Tim'z-nutz!/
CHAOS
why u got that red rag in ya sig? ya betta loze-it-bitch/
cuz Norte imposterz get lynched, and then crucifixed/
you said it yourself.... you aint even a street-banger/
im known thru my flowz and actionz to delete-fakerz/
and you're on target, here'z a lyrical harpoon-for-ya-heart/
we gonna battle? betta check ya dark-tomb-before-ya-start/
cuz that'z where you'll end up, since you and ya rap'z-gay/
and you can take your hometown buddiez with ya, kodogg and FAT-J/
Sicc wit it
i got a clip-ta-stick into my lyrikal visciousness/
reloading my verbal weaponz.... im tha one who'z Sicc-wit-it/
i can hit-this-bitch from all-directionz, with all-my-weaponz/
to win you'd need a miracle, betta start to call-tha-heavenz/
beg-and-plead, you cant get rid of me, im meant-to-be/
cuz this board needz me like a female needz an egg-to-bread/
8-barz, Double K-startz to take-partz from gay-markz/
so im takin limbz, spinez, and leavin ya on tha pavement like sprayed-tar/
fatal came wit some straight heat on some of the lines like :
CHAOS
why u got that red rag in ya sig? ya betta loze-it-bitch/
cuz Norte imposterz get lynched,
A-PACALYPSE
your crew iz shit.... you just three gayz-hoppin-dickz/
fuck a Sicc sorry bitch, fuck a Chaotic trick, and an A-PACALYPSE/
^^^^^^
the ones that got me.....now lets wait and c wut every one else got
CHAOS
why u got that red rag in ya sig? ya betta loze-it-bitch/
cuz Norte imposterz get lynched,
A-PACALYPSE
your crew iz shit.... you just three gayz-hoppin-dickz/
fuck a Sicc sorry bitch, fuck a Chaotic trick, and an A-PACALYPSE/
^^^^^^
the ones that got me.....now lets wait and c wut every one else got
sumthin quick.. ill try to get all em in by tomm mornin..
i forgot its friday...
FATAL..
This rappin career you tryin to pursue is kinda hard wit no support/ill drop this bitch an cut it short kinda like hittin a bowl witout a torch/ i was brought here to sort the great from the weak/decapitate these bitches that bring dik ridin an no heat/here to accelarate my game takin da leap fryin deze bloods trin to speak/cock back knocked out ya two front teeth/hittin him wit da quickness sumthin he didnt see/biggz brought me on da siccness for help from k k's idol/now i fuked em over handled my buisness an tooked the title/late at nite crepped on there set/ wit my teks sumthin close to the illest an gained my respect/ destroyin these battles wit ease like it matters to me/ look up da word thug in da dictionary/ an ull see me wit my nine i put ya ass in da obituary/kinda scary how i call out deaths for bloods only/next is u ..ull be lucky if u wak up tommorrow mornin homie.
i forgot its friday...
FATAL..
This rappin career you tryin to pursue is kinda hard wit no support/ill drop this bitch an cut it short kinda like hittin a bowl witout a torch/ i was brought here to sort the great from the weak/decapitate these bitches that bring dik ridin an no heat/here to accelarate my game takin da leap fryin deze bloods trin to speak/cock back knocked out ya two front teeth/hittin him wit da quickness sumthin he didnt see/biggz brought me on da siccness for help from k k's idol/now i fuked em over handled my buisness an tooked the title/late at nite crepped on there set/ wit my teks sumthin close to the illest an gained my respect/ destroyin these battles wit ease like it matters to me/ look up da word thug in da dictionary/ an ull see me wit my nine i put ya ass in da obituary/kinda scary how i call out deaths for bloods only/next is u ..ull be lucky if u wak up tommorrow mornin homie.
Damn, been gone for a minute. I've strayed away from battlin' dudes, and been concentrating on just producin' flames for Murda 0ne traccs. Anyways, I'll come up with some shit a lil' later tonight. Just for the record though, I'ma have to bounce up put the Street Souljahs and only battle occasionally.