Me Against The World (Cypher)

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

Here's the deal.... I'ma flow, and whoever wants to respond with a flow battling me is more than welcome. Try to keep them short, I don't want an essay, this is a cypher. Let's get it on....

Step~back or get ya chest~cracked like a fresh~batch of walnuts/
Your what I call-punks, I'm like a squirrel's Christmas gifts, all-nuts/
You gotta-feel-me, my shit slices U up like when you chop-a-Philly/
I got-tha-real-heat, if Pac never existed I got Big Poppa-still-beat/
I'm impervious, know ya hearda~this murderous critical individual/
Hit-em-low, my two fists is like Paris Hilton videos...... givin-blows/
I'm a lyrical liberal givin shows, deliver flows spit at foes-promptly/
U want me you hoes-got-me, I'm still the Siccness Flows-top-seed/

 

[Krazy Flowz]

its you against the worlf but my giant bling gets your girl
ill stick my finger in your ass and you can twirl
cuz you gay i dont play i will spray you
you fool when you see my ride i bet you will drool
bitch you suck i dont give a fuck that rhyme you spit stunk
ill kill you leave you in my trunk
so what the fuck bitch you want to get down and dirty
ill be iced out until the time im thirty
you aint fatal bro im trhe one who should be called that
cuz ill beat you with my baseball bat you fag
i am the king of flows you dont believe me i will beat you again
so think again my friend

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

Another whack-verse from a fag who's been back-burned/
Ya took ya half-turn, I hit ya full circle, put u in a black-urn/
When my rhymes kick they touch you more than Mr.-Jackson/
Ya record's split-or-cracked-son.... that's cuz I hit-yer-faction/




Wait a minute.... what the fuck am I doing? This fool is whack, I've already spit too much towards him.

 

[carlos]

damn fatal nitemare kill u...anyways

u aint better yet u will have to defeat da master
which is me, get it thru yo head U aint makin da next chapter
slaughterin would be a hobby, have u buttnaked wit ya neck hanged
beat you brutally, keep u alive nd u can't even pray wishin u neva came
land is dangerous thats cuz i made it my way
and when im hungry u dyin da worst way when it's doomsday

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

Carlos, ya betta bring a car-load or catch bombs from my verbal cargo/
You need practice, start-slow, I'm "callin ya bluff" makin ya bars-"fold"/
You-da-master? I'll destroy your ass, leave ya shit bruised-&-plastered/
Fuck mother nature, my spits show you the meaning of a true-disaster/
You aint beating-me-brutally, bitch you cant even speak-to-me-fluently/
But I'ma beat you down in silence, ya life~is now peacefully-ruining/

 

[carlos]

LOL u got me dere dawg i'll post later

 

[carlos]

open u up like 40z then have it spillin blood
i dont doit in a gangsta way, it's mafia, better den bein a thug
gotta take it da hard way first if u wanna reach where im at
im born wit it, since im da leader, u gon have to get busted wit caps
poke u wit a rhyme dat'll leave u blind and throw away ya pen
people call da cops to arrest me cuz my lyrics commited a sin
too bad for u dat aint got my skills dat kills
only way to think crazy like me to have my skills is to take 15 pills
set up like a detnator for ya bitch ass dats right by me
when i blow up in front of ya face Yo bitch ass gon bleed
jokin isn't happenin, please stop da yappin
beore u get shot in da head and it's not gon be from rap battlin

 

[carlos]

keepem comin...

 

[''5 Fifty 9'']

FATAL NYGHTMARE YOU FADE AWAY LIKE A DREAM//
YOU A GOOD LYRICIST BUT BOMBS IS WHAT'LL BRING//
I'LL KEEP IT COMIN' TILL WHITE FLAGS APPEAR//
KRAZY FLOW'Z BROUGHT SOME SHIT WHEN HE CALLED YOU A QUEER//
I AIN'T GON' FLIP THA SCRIPT SO HOMIE DON'T EVEN TRIP//
NOW MY VENGENCE WILL RIP THROUGH YA CHEST//
AS I SIT BACK AND WATCH AND SMOKE THAT STICKY STRESS//

~1~

 

[''5 Fifty 9'']

UPPIN THIS SHIT!!..

~1~

 

[carlos]

it's me and him now were battlin...buh iono it's fatal nytemares topic so he decides...plus ur not even that good....ur not even throwin punchlines...u kinda on krazy flows level...ya'll both need to work on ya rhymes

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

I know when I bust-you-love-it, so I'm gettin rough-&-rugged/
You flow like you punks-is-somethin, now the funk-is-comin/
5 Fifty 9 you whack, shut your trap or get racked-like-shoes/
And I see Carlos spit another, why the fuck you back-to-lose?/
You pussies are pushin-me, rhymes as shitty as ya tooshy-be/
In this thread when I shook-the-scene, the talent got took-wit-me/
Don't make-no-mistake, you two faggots best to stay-in-ya-place/
Cuz them rhymes you just spit are soundin gayer-than-Ma$e/
Both yall need to do ya homework before I make ya dome-squirt/
You can't fade me until you gay G's get in my fuckin zone-first/

Fuck it I'm tired as fuck. And don't trip 5 Fifty 9 homeboy I will spit at whoever spits, but obviously it's not gonna be immediately. I got other shit to do....

 

[Korrupted_Gawd]

im standing in this punk-line see if ya wanna touch-mine
and this here is no joke so dont be lookin fer a punch-line
this (Cypher) is like rappers-delite in the after-life with (Dypers)
you might wana hit back-space before you end up in a black-vase
heres my mouth who wants to slap out my taste this is a waste
of time but not energy cuz none of you kats can injur_me
cuz i flow threw ya Artiries aint no rapper harder-then-me
i cause pulmanary problems got ya mom out here sobbin
i hit ya tricuspid and bicuspid valves so what you wanna do now?...

 

[carlos]

im back bigga den ever, u gon be fatal cuz my nitemares are real
shatter u like a mirror when i go insane more den o'neal
im in da lane and ur in front of me fuc movin away i'll run ova u
take a picture of me bein a bull off drugs, yea I'll go thru u
ur still battlin i see dat, u gon apologize me spittin rhymes fo nothin
now u done fucked up my lyrics comin after u Start to duckin
ion wanna send u home I'll show u wat dat chrome do
my bullets r bisexual, it wanna make u rest in paradise when it bone u
try and tackle me, gaurantee you goin thru me
cuz i've already killed u now ur a ghost, so truthfully

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

Kurrupted-Gawd you just-a-fraud, quit bustin-balls/
Whatever you wanna-call that shit it's fuckin-flawed/
You weaker than a bitch sufferin muscular-distrophy/
Ya shit rhymes, but u'll find you just-won't-get-wit-me/
Fuck your punchlines it's crunch-time, I'ma bust-mine/
My nine do you like Mike from behind, touch-spines/
Carlos you back-for-thirds? Here come the tragic-verse/
I did Krazy Flowz wrong, but doin you bastards-worse/
I tear-in-half every paragraph you two fairys-spat/
Ya shit's ugly like Jim Carrey's-Mask, & you barely-rap/
Save-the-weak-shit or get played-and-beat-bitch/
you gays-cant-beat-this, ya displaying amazing-weakness/

Fuck it it's Friday.... just got home. Time to do some serious drinking. Don't be surprised if I don't respond again until Monday.... Keep em coming folks.

 

[carlos]

daaam u killed me dawg....well im gettin betta though huh

 

[Anghellic831]

aye carlos i'll battle u see how good u have gotton over the past couple dayz

 

[carlos]

iight, u think u ready for war well u aint ready
BOOM, light da fire up cuz u already turned to a leaf
smells sum buddah shit it'll blow my mind to hell
been 4 days and still blowed, thank god dat u got nailed
u wanna battle me, see wat u got, hope it aint weak
make fun of ya style turn ya insane, psychoitrist is wat u'll need
choose it ur way either way u still gettin burried
u turn to a son of a bitch dat when u die, ya parents wont be worried

 

[Anghellic831]

ill make a new thread for this shit so u can put ur flow in the new thread

 

[FATAL NYGHTMARE]

Take that battle to a new thread....