battle here....

[R. CaFE!!!]

I got a hunnet gunz a hunnet clips/on my way to Rosetown, Rosetown/
and Ima bake off dem shotz real quick turn it into ghosttown, ghosttown/
y'all scattering/ u and the waterboy really dont wanna showdown, showdown/
hot red cafe burn quick/ima back u both down, both down/

nigga-
y'all done confused me wit a rapper/
but I dont hold the mic as much as I hold a clapper.../
u losin breath on my name/catchin asthma-/
run up in ur crib/lean on the wall/nex 2 the plasma.../
waitin patient 4 the doors to open/
put the imf beam on /light my trees up 'n' scope em'/
they hopin'/
that I wouldnt respond tuff/
Im a street nigga first/
age 2 I learned to call bluffs/
and Im callin' yours/
while u callin' a whore/
ur wifes in my backseat headlinin the tour/
im bustin nuts all on her valore/
dats y u dont c her laundry no more/
nigga-

 

[R. CaFE!!!]

rooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooseyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

where rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?????

 

[R. CaFE!!!]

@ Likwid Eyece...dont get it confused- that waterboy line was directed at u. haha.

 

[Likwid Eyece]

ya bitches be zombies, brainless and wanting someones intellect
but if body dismemberment is what you want, i'll be happy to disect
red at a cafe table you brains unstable once i slam kanes im able
to decapitate with one swing from the machette thru ya adams apple
spear tackle a rydah roll through roses like tyres make ya life expire
ya think ya got heat, but everyone knows likwid extinguishs fires
im notorious for being dangerous, momma warned ya about strangers
the siccness.net strangler, patrolling the board like park raping rangers
hug ya teddys cos ya cant bear to see me snatch ya picnic caskets
digesting roses, towns, rydahs, and cafes without having to blast shit

 

[Likwid Eyece]

all good cafe... i thought it was...

 

[DAT NIGGA TAZZ]

-TO R. CAFE-

-NIGGA
U GOT LIKWID ON YOUR CHIN, I THINK ITS HIS EJACULATION/
TAKE YOSELF TO THE CLINIC U GOT CRABS LIKE CRUSTACEANS/
YOU DONT "HOLD THE MIC AS MUCH AS YOUR CLAPPER"? THATS A KNEE-SLAPPER/
I'LL SLAP YA LIKE YO STEP DADDY THEN LEAVE YOU A BASTARD/
YOU FUCKIN WIT THE ANNIHILATOR, STANK ASS RAT EXTERMINATOR/
ILL TAKE YOU OUT LIKE THE ELIMINATOR, SAY SOMTHIN I DARE YA/
WHO THE FUCK IS "ROSEY", I'LL LET YOU KNOW YOU AINT TALKIN TO HIM/
ROSEY'S PROBABLY YO BOY FRIEND, YOU TRYNA "SOCK IT TO HIM"/
IM KINDA TIRED OF THIS SHIT, GOIN BACK AND FORTH/
QUIT GIVIN YOUR 2 CENTS, WHAT YO RAP IS WORTH/
ITS GONNA TAKE TWICE THE MAN AS "RED CAFE" TO FILL MY SHOES/
YOU GONNA LOOSE THE "R." CUZ U GONNA BE SINGIN THE BLUES/
CUZ IM THE WESTSIDE STRANGLA, DAMAGE YA, DRAIN YOUR STAMINA/
YOU MY BITCH, I'M YOUR MANAGER, YOURE FIRED, IVE HAD ENOUGH/
I THROW VERBAL SPEARS LIKE AFRICA, IM PRO YOU AN AMETURER/
IMA KILL YOU THEN LAUGH AT YA, DUMP YOU IN THE AQUEDUCT/
-NIGGA

 

[R. CaFE!!!]

lol..Ill get @ u later.

 

[DAT NIGGA TAZZ]

OKAY...

IM DONE RAPPING UNTIL WE GET SOME VOTES IN. WE HAVE LIKE 10 RAPS AND ONLY 2 VOTES... I DONT CARE IF R. CAFE IS INCLUDED IN THE VOTES TOO, JUST SEEMS LIKE THIS THREAD IS GOING IN CIRCLES.

 

[R. CaFE!!!]

ok- if y'all gon' vote, say the person and what verse took tha cake.

Hot Red Cafe leave u sicker than syphillis/
we left Rosetown, emptied extended clips/
u want ur quarters back but u cant catch the blitz/
Ill have the Ryda lookin' dumb right scramblin' n shit/
Im on his turf posted up right, gamblin' on pits/

u got a nice gig/
I hope u got some wheelz like Mike Vick/
or stay close the rollers like nightsticks/
Im lockin shit down like a vicegrip (pause)/
I keep it gully, still roll wit an icepick/
and got the wetta 4 waterboys that might snitch/
now both of y'alls tuned in like a nice flick/
said u done/me in ur shoes- I might flip/
that aint happenin cos I only rock fly kicks/

I leave y'all laid out like the Jordan logo/
but Im a hustla I dont fuck wit promos/
dont endorse no1 but the camp...guess its related to pride/
Im in the underworld like Wax and Klyde/
fuck rap homie Im done too/Ill clap up ur ride/
that was joke/put ur pen down pack up'n'fly...

dont 4get to leave this 1 out!!!

 

[Likwid Eyece]

hahaha @ the waterboy lines...

i laugh and spit in the face of stupidity, literally
both of ya styles have bitched up, sexually
y'all let ya pride go out the window, like smoke from indo
reds so fake he probably blunt wrap ripped sticks of tobacco
all pretenders have no heart, no soul, no mind or steez
which makes it easy for me to vapourize you like a bleez
upper cuts hit hard enough to roses chin to ricoshade thru family trees
bitch please you aint no rydah, hense the grazes on your knees
reds dead from a clip of lead that sped thru the forehead
held up at his own cafe pullin a flatline before the hospital bed
i invade towns shots fly, hitting rydahz who go by, bodys spin like ballerinas
its quite obvious to me, y'all both blow likwid weaker than hurricane katrina

 

[DAT NIGGA TAZZ]

THIS FORUM IS WEEEEEEEAK.

 

[BETO916]

I wasn't votin' because I've been enjoyin' the cypher...sorry rosey.