wassup witta battle

[BETO916]

back from a great weekend
yeah, I peeped your little audio

it sounded like baby bop
started a group with my little brother though

you should have kept that on the down and low
now that shit is out there

its proof positive that you got no flow
plus the lyrics just are not there

when you battle, gotta be prepared
come for war or be destroyed

with a cheezy delivery like that
we know Domino's is where you're employed

I'm all in your head like Sigmund Freud
suckaz I pshycho-analyze

verses arrest ya cardiac
someone dress 'em in a suit and tie

fuck, how many times i gotta kill this guy?
hahahaha, this pussy's gotta have nine lives

this time I''ll bring the flame to fry
let me turn up the heat a taste

look at how the flesh gets to bubblin
when I start to incenerate

my drive's hotter then a stolen scrape
used in a double homicide

I aint with them bullshit lyrics
so all you suckaz better be advised

the supreme emcee has arrived
and I'm known to roam this sector

with lungs full of drugs, cup full of blood
and an emcee's head on my scepter

a serial killer like dexter
but you would never even know it

the only time this poet shows it
is when I walk up on ya and leave ya with your throat slit

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

ima go brotha lynch on ya bitch put a slug n her cunt
gotta sack of purple kush put a dub in the blunt
outta weed ima cop one mo pound a smoke
im headed to the top u rollin down a slope
i blow so much smoke like smoke from a train
ima crazy muthafucka kinda locc 2 da brain
i got the siccness i aint talkin boutta dot net
u like a dead man walkin round the wrong set
off that OE im feelin kinda liqour sicc
hand on the 9 milli so i can pull the trigga quick
im siccmade yur punk ass is bitch made
stay on the grind im tryna get paid
my flow eat u up i got that cannibal rap
have u lookin like the victim of an animal attack
i refuse 2 lose, its in my nature to win
me to rap is like a peice of paper to pen

 

[BETO916]

get off the nuttz of my City muthafucka
you're style is far from siccmade

matter of fact, that shit is trash
plus sweeter then ghetto Kool Aid

faker then old men's toupees
yeah, I'm off the dome like that

desert eag with interchangable piece
bet you've never seen chorme like that

but I can bring it to ya front door right fast
let you get a closer look at it

it'll do ya like the switch to digital TV
put an end to all this static

leave ya bent like craftmatics
potna, I aint no joke

you say you're raps are like a pen and paper
huh, that shit sounds like a suiside note

I'm like razorblades to throats
the slightest spark and vapors from gasoline

I'm talkin' cancer to nicotine
your head and my guillitene

I'm like funk in the Philistine
I aint never gonna stop

you're like two kids on youtube
videotapin' eachother slapbox

I'm like AKs that go off
in any third-world conflict

leave you crispy like lumpia
expose your noodles like pancit

got ya shook just like a bomb threat
and I aint even bombed yet

I'll leave you laid out leakin' on the floor
now watch me walk the red carpet

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

im gettin tired of listenin to this idiot-rap
yur styles weak its shitty-n-wack
i aint on the nuts of the city-of-sac
im spittin clean wit the wittiest-rap
im lettin the beast thas in-me-attack
2+2 is 4, beto+rappin is wack
its common knowlege its actual fact
so u say im faker then a toupee
fuck lynch ill go Saddam and Uday
i suggest u pray, if u wanna see a new day
yea yur flows like a razor, a razor wit a dull blade
pussy 4 u is like a bridge, no access till the tolls paid
to get sum pussy u gotta pay-the-price
ill eat u up like asians eat a plate-of-rice
i only say shit once i dont say-it-twice
im not Ya Boy but i came-precise

 

[BETO916]

So you say you wanna go out like Saddam and Uday
I'll make it happen for you, sho nuff

I'll hang you live on you tube
then send missiles to your home, straight blow you the fuck up

you ridin' lynch's sack too tuff
way more the zigg zagg ever did

we all know you suck sick
because on your chin is all the evidence

you got prima donna penmanship
plus them sweet 16 bars

I spit that grown man slang
that'll son your whole squad

the shit you kick is hard
yeah, like week old dog shit

while my lyrics are hard rock
like the stones they built the colesseium with

damn, you cant see me kid
like the monster hidden under your bed

I'm not the type to haunt your dreams
shit, I've come to murder you instead

even do it to your crew and staff
I'm choppin' down your family tree

might even let you live, just take your legs
now you're lookin' up to me

lyrics i got em by the Ki
now who wanna get a pack?

just one bump is all it took
now I got you always comin' back

my bars get you hype just like a hunid racks
chased with a hyphy juice

with a splash of red bull
you know how this rockstar do




hahahahaha

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

u need 2 quit, jus stop rhymin-mayne
the way u spit, its a cryin-shame
im in the diamond-lane, u in the slow-lane
u gotta gun u all cock and no-bang
come to yur domain, n kick thru ya do-mayne
take all ya valuables n ya doe-mayne
put one thru ya dome-mayne, wit this chrome-thang
ya noodles on the floor lookin like lo-mein
now u got no money goin to ya next-of-kin
cuz u got jacked by this money hungry mexican
my raps is explosive like mess-n-quinn
goin against me u not in ya right mind-state
for christ-sake, consider yaself live-bait
im the heavy weight champ fuckin light-weight
if i fuck ya bitch once ima beat-it-twice
trust me im comin back like jesus-christ

 

[p.ellz]

who tryna battle on audio?

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

im down for some audio wasup

 

[MastermindE-low]

i recorded this shit over Ray Luv's Definition of a Hustla instrumental
check it out siccness battle2.mp3 - 1.71MB

i guess its time to unleash the beast
ima cease the peace, make you scream-"Police!,
this foo boutta kill me, wit his deadly flow!"
my flow leave u numb like some heavy blow
u cant see me, u a pigeon ina chicken fight
if u was superman id be the kryptonite
ya momma told me she want some dick tonight
but the bitch is broke, i sed "you trippin right"?
i sed hit me up when u got ben franks
my mac game sharp, like ten shanks
u a bitch like napolean dynamite
u tryna spit, is kinda-like...
a man wit no arms thats tryna-fight
or a rapper that cant find-a-mic
or a author with no time-to-write
or a cokehead without a line-of-white

yo this you rappin?if so u sound like smov e not hatin stay at it!were u get beats!

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

yup thas me mayne...i dl hella instrumentals from b-a-y-o-n-t-o-p-.-c-o-m

 

[p.ellz]

im down for some audio wasup

how u tryna do this?

 

[SEVENOSEVEN]

ill make a new thread n ill start it off

 

[gabe559]

sevenoseven i peeped your audio pretty good but a few of those lines way to forced and made it sound choppy