drop some shit lets c whos dope

[-TiM C-]

i twist phonics so complex, critical like bomb-threats, i'm polished, with the alzheimer style - i 'harm-vets'/
a factor-like-rich, make you watch ya favorite rapper-get-ripped, and i dont have to rap about packin-no-clips/
still puttin weed-in-the-dutch, cuz im still breathin-and-such.. dont be mad ya family tree sprouted from a seed-in-my-nuts/
my bank account is gainin-weight my rep is steady gainin-rank, from 1 to 10 you a '5.0' like mustangs in '88/

dont drop more then like 4 bars i dont wanna read long ass shit

 

[RIP SRM 1/8/03]

who u talkin to
if u wanna battle respond sayin u wanna

 

[tadou]

I spit flows like it wasn't shit...you can't fuck with the kid
...Don't even grab mics and bust with the kid
And fuck ya keyboard, you not tryin to type with the boy
Or keystyle with the boy, I'm not right in the mind, boy boy
...I got a crazy habit...I put 80 on baggage
I don't mean Samsonite, I'm talkin bout the grams I light
...The flow is crazy, how i'm here, then there
And do it all over again...you hardly a 6, I'm over a 10

 

[DaHeart]

Yo i have to give it to -TIM C- fer keystle and ryme if it was a battle

 

[-TiM C-]

well it wasnt a battle im sayin every1 who feel like it spit some bars

 

[Greg Double]

sup dogg..

im all bark n no bite, yeah right.. gimme the mic n watch it ignite//
expose a punk nigga as a hermaphrodite/ then im a bully in the afterlife/
so tite i made napster-bite, screamin bout how "that bastard writes"//
drugs make me come faster, night after night..
thugs make eat em like cancer, once i get off the mic..

yeah, i dive off the stage like DRACULA
then i smash in the mutha fuckas ACURA
im just a lunatic

 

[MeloTrauma]

^ Yeah, you just like Dracula because blood, you SUCK
and Im a vampire rhymesayer slayer conveying mayhem
Thangs with wooden stakes, root canals on your fangs
Pull the sun right out the sky and shine the rays in your face
And Tim C, your rhymes are rather tipsy, hardly at that
While a frat party drinks from my lyric tap
Tadou, how you like me now when I freestyle
You mulatto, black and white, I smoked you like youre Black & Mild

 

[RIP SRM 1/8/03]

HAHA

 

[-TiM C-]

^^quit laughin and spit 4 bars homo... i bet your as wack as tadou

 

[DaHeart]

I'm off brand like CRUSH or DIET SLICE
you fuck wit me you'll get RUSHED and DIE TONIGHT
im in the MIDDLE with more dawgs then KIBBLES
mo hooks then FISHES thats why kats be SUSPICIOUS
its like my rhymes are some what RELIGIOUS
Bcuz when i spit my tongue is talented like ORIGAMI
i be keepin all of your countys wet like a TSUNAMI
yeah you HEARD-ME i claim deep-wood thats KANSSIOUR
Waynesville Lawrence Springfield and JUNK-TOWN
my neck of the woods and thats how i get DOWN
im that jerk like Steve MARTIN
with all of these blunts i be SPARKING
i beg ya PARDON the mid-west is where DAHEART IS
so when you talkin watch yo STATEMENTS
out here you can get yo chest CAVED_IN
find yo self layin flat on the PAVEMENT
all of my mid-west people know what im SAYIN
farmer Ted got a shotgun and he aint PLAYIN
some kats roll on chrome THANGS
but mostly we jus robbin kats for some CHANGE
you know the name of the GAME
but did you know that the GAMES the SAME
we still get soaked in the RAIN and feel PAIN

 

[MeloTrauma]

^ Nevertheless, I thought you would never of guessed
that in the Bay we the best, we shit big on the midwest
But I merely farted, cause thats where DAHEART is
Thats all it takes to rip DAHEART out his chestplate
Face fate, and recognize the game interstate
aint the same as your backwoods trail
where you fail to procreate with a another male
Just like Deliverence, but you wanted it, so thats the difference.
Yous a faggot.

 

[DaHeart]

Melo TRAUMA ill spit this one in ya HONOR
i see you got a thang for gays
you must want a man to be up ON YA
seen you in ELPASO with a gaping bloody ASSHOLE
breast in-plants with a pair of TASSELS
pasted on ya NIPPLES
acting like that will get you CRIPPLED
how Melo gon be a gay rapper now thats a RIDDLE
enough to get the RIDDLER PERPLEXED
aids kills homie i hope ur practice safe SEX
how you gon come at me when you live in san FAGCISCO
and i make mo doe then NABISCO
quick draw McGraw with my PISTOL
im not PISSED BRO i laugh at kats LIKE-YOU
and be a man nobody want to hear DIKES-DUDE
now go HIDE cuz i run with kats the SIZE of boo Yaa TRIBE

 

[tadou]

Hey-its-me....i'm back again with Tim-C's-style, i'm so "out-of-control', call me MC-'Wild' / You'll get hit-in-the-chest..right through your mitchell-and-ness / Its Tim C, the Fem Cee, he a bitch-in-a-dress!

I mean For real son, you wack, stop blabberin, you not mackin
Not blastin, keep ya mouth closed -- YOU NOT A FACTOR, COUSIN
Damn, but for real this J cat is out of his mind
He flippin burgers 4 to 12....i'm slangin, out on my gind
Shit, you talkin, lips movin, but really, you not sayin nothin
Follow me around in my threads, is you gay or somethin?
Homie--i am not the one thats tryin to play hide-the-bottle with you
Stop askin, quit bitchin, seek help--there's multiple problems with you
...That "spare time" shit is a cop out
YOU ARE NOT TRYIN TO BATTLE---THERE IS NOT ANY DOUBT
Every dream is a pipe dream until you make it happen
Homie, you scared to make it happen, thats cool, cuz you could NEVER make it rappin
...Me i'm makin money, hand over fist
Ya mom catch you jerkin, THATS the only time you got a hand over fist
....SICK

 

[MeloTrauma]

Its time to arrest DAHEART in a cardiac manner
And fuck CPR, cause his rhymes are so damn bammer
Let that bitch expire and pass away like he never lived
a day on this earth, he's worthless so he better give
thanks and gratitude that I didnt just off him
with lyrical-lesterol, now DAHEART is just stoppin
Should of been dead by birth, and how did your mom miss
harpooning your ass when she was probing her uterus
A computer's equiped to hide the fact yous a bitch
But Im quick to find the glitch, and dismiss when I spit
Your probaly just mad that Im your rap cardiologist
Not coming from DAHEART, but Im cumming all on this bitch.

 

[DaHeart]

Melo i see ya want me to hit ya HARDER-BRA
have heart beating 360 beats a min. like TACHYCARDIA
ya blood dont flow right like you have a ventricular septic DEFECTS
this game is mine ur jus some hopeless REJECT
ill cut your right ventricle out and leave ya with TRY CUSPID AT RISA
wont know what hit ya like you waking up from a shot of ANTHIA
Melo ill have you going threw so much TRAUMA
dawg i dont know if you can really handle this kind of DRAMA
what kind of COLLAGES made you think you was a rap CARDIOLOGIST
i got sixteen years in the GAME everybody know my NAME
who you go ahead dawg try to EXPLAIN?......



i liked ya spit fer real tho...

 

[MURK]

murk spit at all yall,fuck the introduction//
all ya lyrics is like prostitutes with vd's they stick-to-"suckin"//
wack rappers surround me,first i go-for-daheart//
sneakin in coke in jails the only time u bring somethin "dope"-in-ya-"bars"//
melotrauma edit your posts and erase that wack-garbage//
yea im that-heartless spittin the sickest shit thats leavin ya cats-nauseous//
tadou, u about as wack as dubb-g//
u could team up against me and still couldnt compete//

 

[ON EVERYTHiNG]

talkin’ bout u got 17 in ya clip?
nigga i got 17 in my click!
HUNGRY! itching 2 let tha BANANA rip.
AMERiCA’S GREAT, when u got tha TOP GUN.
pushin’ weight, allaway from monday to sun.
ya yall niggaz is HARD, FROZEN GOODZ.
i got it all SOFT, conductin’ bizness on rosewood.
yankin’ on ISREALZ, nothin’ smaller.
IT IS REAL! it’s nothin 2 a young boss baller.
stay FiTTED, jus like my A’s CAP.
gas - brake, dipped. Figure 8 it, n brang it back..........
.......2 tha GUN PLAY,
like trees, ya boy got it all day.
a one man BAND,
wit a DRUM in my hand.
feed u tha TOAST without tha JAM -
ride up, let loose - yall scramblin’ like gannon.
feed yall 2 my PIRANAZ -
that EAT more PUSSY than ALEJANDRA
leavin’ yall San Ho'd like SHARKS.
It’s all BiTE, no BARK!
get out, park.
...hit tha block wit Sumptn that’ll SWEEP tha STREET.
aim 4 tha ground, n leave yall niggaz wit WET FEET!!!

 

[Sicc_Wit_It]

Meh...

It's Code Blue...I fuck sluts and wives //
Damage ya lungs and mind with guns and knives //
I love to fight...you dudes is not hot as me //
I'm similar to God but I got a bigger following //
Sicker than Prodigy... //
So sick I got Freddy, Jason, and Mike dressin' up as me on Halloween //
Honestly...I'll fill ya with three slugs //
I never sport a red rag but I love to see blood //
I mean "what?!" mean evertything I say //
And I'm quic to spray everybody in my way //
"So move!" Quic to empty clips ya way //
Plus I can murk with words I got spits for days //
I leave chics amazed..."Oh he's so raw!" //
I spit so much heat I set off smoke alarms //
Look dude I'm throwin' bombs... //
And don't leave me alone with ya chic cuz once you gone her clothes is off //

 

[YOUNG BREW]

im doper than the BLOOD STREAM of a DRUG FIEND/
like a zombie off bomb weed walkin with a MUG MEAN/

im sharper tha the crease on my brand new DICKIES/
and im 408 strictly representin my CITY/

Mtown i put it down and stay DEEP IN THE GAME/
u see i grabbed me some game and plan on KEEPIN IT MAYNE/

WHILE U KEEPIN IT PLAIN-i plan on keepin it SIMPLE/
see my plan was the brainchild of some chronic and RIPPLE/

intoxicated plots i made in hopes of COMIN UP/
and enemies turn into memories if they DUMB ENUFF/

to TRY ME....i live my life BLINDLY/
at times youll FIND ME.....gettin high off that rope ass THAI WEED/

 

[Sicc Loc]

move mothafucka your steppin on my toes/ i blow cold flows that freeze up your souls/ imagin the devistation of hurricane deliveries/ aimin with goverment issued guns and various artilleries/ dismissing without missing hittin every vital spot/ blow out your brains while your mouth is around my glock/
meet the product of darkness i been heartless since birth/ cursed with evil mindstates that take turns to do dirt/
and whats worse is that the thirst of blood comes often/ consume your physical so you wont need a coffin.....