English battle - wer traut sich?

take the mic - but don't even think you can strike it /
hate my style? Well, how funny, all the kidz out there like it /
I'll get you psyched - man, I know that I'm a white kid! /
but at least I got own style - in contrast to you, I don't bite it //
my rhymes are Wal-Mart? Well, then yours are trashcan /
your shit's worth less than a car with total loss - crashed, man /
infestin' - in your ears, till your brain tilts / you phoney-MC ain't got a chance 'gainst my trained skills //

p@a
 
You wanne strike da Mic, then check out my Content.
While I'm smacking you down,screamin' this Rapper brings Nonses!
I'm like Motion Man,rappin'Werstling ... so I'm gonna jump on him.
Cant' knock the hustle,but can knock you like Common.

You're lookin' like a pig in front of a clock.
I'm runnin' to ya gigs, cause' I comin' to stop.
I'm scared of me, cause' nobody does it better.
Noone is drops lines like this rockin' Rapper.
You're a mother****in' pussy, rappin' like Micky Mouse.
You must have big ears, listen up, what I'm spittin out.
Hey, what's up, tell me what is this bitch about...?
I've stolen ya couch,while you were sittin' down.
You got a fat ass and no fat raps, so where's your man at?
There's no more hope, I flow too dope, you gotta go.
I'm takin' the mic and rockin' 10 hours a day.
Got power of love,power to rap and got power of hate.
On the mic, I can say more than a flower could say.
Flyin' high with my spliff, and now I'm outta rage.


:D
 
Yo Gizmow, the damn level of ya shit's low! /
you ain't tuff enough to succeed at this show! /
Ooooh, now u insultin me, I'm a cartoon-character /
I'ma overrun you like "Scary Movie" 's Carmen Electra //
Being a pussy, I'm still more manly than you'll ever be /
try to be my enemy - you're not, i can guarantee /
a pig in front of a clock? Man, what you dreamin at night? /
I'll try to diss you like you dissed me - you're a weenie that bites! //
See the bullshit you spit? Try INSULTIN me, kid /
you wacker than uncle cracker, I am rulin this shit /
now better leave before you get embarassed in front of a nation /
you skilled like 2 dyin animals howling in collaboration //

WHAT!
 
Man, keep talkin shit, while I got my fingerz flicked/
you dont strike mics, you strike faggots, givin dicks a lick/
my rhymes come out like cash flow from an ATM, when I spit /
nuttin personal just Striclty Business, lyrics are just too hefty/
be easy coz I’m runnin you ova like the Rebels in UNLV/
gunnin at cha, darts spittin, 9’s clickin, time’s tickin/
hah, ya think ya rule this shit?/
The only thing you be Rulin is yo 2 inch stick, you lil bitch/
boy I got this!All Day, Everyday,from Berlin ta Californ-I-A/
 
You a typical wack MC, all time rhymin the same shit /
you are lame, kid, using the same damn clichées, bitch /
like callin me faggot or talk bout gunz and cash /
ain't recognizin' you bitin'? Now go'n tell mum and dad //
You sound like a typical wannabe-US-Rapper /
instead of callin me lame while your ass's wacker /
than every other in here, start competin', you worm /
or leave, you got time till I completed this burn //
Whoops - it's too late, time's up, good night for All Day /
feel your inferiority, start'a feelin hot and cold, eh? /
see my damn authority, now you know how to call me /
I'm the Burner of All Day - get style, start going your own way //
 
oh boy, all I see is just another case of jealousy, matter of fact/
the crap you dropped, not even a wannabe would get that/
rrriiight, and that makes you what? a white wannabe US Rapper in act/
u tryin to flow in english and callin me a wannabe, man you trippin/
stop sippin on the HATER-rade, and the damn debate you tryin ta create/
mouth fulla accusations, I bite this, I bite that, I’m so whack/
and you tryin to Burn me with that?/
now I really wonder who’s the one on crack?/
you freaked when I called you FAGGOT, my bad/
I didn’t know that u are one when I nagged it/
what authority? to pop boyz still in minority?/
oh yea now I know how to call you though/
what bout Stroke da Mic aka Michael Jacko!/
 
Original geschrieben von Strike Da Mic
Yo Gizmow, the damn level of ya shit's low! /
you ain't tuff enough to succeed at this show! /
Ooooh, now u insultin me, I'm a cartoon-character /
I'ma overrun you like "Scary Movie" 's Carmen Electra //
Being a pussy, I'm still more manly than you'll ever be /
try to be my enemy - you're not, i can guarantee /
a pig in front of a clock? Man, what you dreamin at night? /
I'll try to diss you like you dissed me - you're a weenie that bites! //
See the bullshit you spit? Try INSULTIN me, kid /
you wacker than uncle cracker, I am rulin this shit /
now better leave before you get embarassed in front of a nation /
you skilled like 2 dyin animals howling in collaboration //

WHAT!
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Yo, you ****in' Punk asked, who wanne start a battle?
Now you're pushin' just yourself and I'm pushin' the level!
Oh,I'm a weenie that bites!Stop talkin'....You don't know my steez on the mic.
Don't know my Skillz on the mic, I'm just too ill on tha mic. Comin' around ,givin' you the thrill for tonight.
I'm about to tell anyone, that you've got no dick.
Smokin' roaches, but don't really know, what dope is!
You're hangin' on the street and get robbered from your little sister.Because' she already knows it, she' get it from her babysitter.
The Babysitter had this information from your laughin' homez.
So com'on let us stop this, before you're dead and old.
I'll be there for you whenever you wanne be hated.
My Style is too fresh, I'm exposing fake-shit....

what...? Are you mad ...?

:mad:
 
yo Strike da Mic, you gettin KIIILLED Booyyy!!!

haha you gettin double striked!!!!!
 
Strike da Mic

Aint' it funny how some Rappers like you, wanne **** with me?
They don't really know this Culture and philosophy.
You might know how to rock your desk, but you don't know how to rock a beat.
Like Guru said "Real MCees & Djays are a Minority"....
Striker, you must see, that the truth hurts.
Show me, what it's like to be burned,rhyme a cool vers.

....I'm waint' for ya answer, mother****in' punk.What you're tryin' to do next, pussy? Here's a punch in your ****in' face:mad:
 
You type typical tipps a type of sillyest syllables
written together you're the most shitty spittin sissyin' idiots
i don't write much but used to get it save like copywrite
burn ya disc outs and throw you outta ya floppydrive
 
lol
yeah ... can't do it alone, get some help ... pussy, all day ... :rolleyes: :oops: :D

and Gizmow ... you should start not to see those battlez THAT :eek: personal ...
"... it ain't got SHIT to do with us, in our personal life - it's just words on a mic!"
... well, here it's written shit.

My answer'll come, I gotta go ...

p@a:
 
Oh, I never take it personal, but my Stylez aint' burnable.
"Strike",listen one more time, to the words I spell.
I'm the type of guy, who's lovin' Hiphop to tha fullest.
Hatin' Suckers like you, cause`they all do the same Bullshit.
Your words are foreign and you think you represent tha streets?
****in' Bitchez,drunk with liquid, handle with me?
Striker, you know words,that' I couldn't read.
But I'm the colourful tounge of the blocks,your lyrics like bleach.
You won this battle and I will never speak.
We don't must have beef
.... and we don't must be a team.
In these times of war, Love is our last healin' cream.
I'll put the mic down and my last word is: PEACE !!!

...Striker, this was cool... I'm still on my way to brun all these stupid suckers outta space...You got my lovin' attention...Respect!:cool:
 
yeah ... can't do it alone, get some help ... pussy, all day ...
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what the hell are you talkin about??
i dont even know Gizmow, but i do know that he tighter than you are punk!
stop Hatin PLEASE!!!
 
"ALL_DAY", let me give you an advice.
You're talkin bout' Rap....
...but got no cool Rhymes.
A fool that lies....
...I always hated those guys.
So com'on Mother****er, you're wastin' our time.
It's about 8 p.m. and I know I can write.
Pushed my level down to battle with you, so recognice!
I'm white, but still got colourful tounges.
I'm gonna kill ya girlfriend, eat her pussy,follow me punk.
I do the Jonny Blaze and take the L with it.
You're spellin' not the truth, you spell gimicks.
Get to hell, bitch and....
...let my do my shit like strike da mic.
Stop droppin' !!!!....you're bytin' lines.
I'm not takin' the side of the striker to get probs.
But if my rap's a picture, yours is a snapshot.
Let' me blow ya mind like a headshot.
Keep the flab on....****in' asshole, you know what I want....your pussy!:mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad: :mad:
 
Gizmow, Gizmow.... I thought u'd be better than that!!!

man listen,
I dont need to go to hell! I am hell, burnin MCs until they Done Well, call it a Spell/
what the **** you mean I talk Rap? you dont make no Sense coz you be talkin crap/
All I recognize is that you’re just as whack, a sad stag, eatin my girls pussy behind my back/
coz you cant get none, all you got is your right or your left onez, fantasizing bout threesomes
I spell gimmicks coz I am gimmick, drawin attention from all the chicks
leavin you hatin, debatin if you should stroke yo own or suck guys’ dicks, you prick!!!
You callin me a liar, a biter? at least I aint a ‘wannabe Striker’, claimin Jon Blaze ‘n shit/
I’ll stop droppin, under one condition, that you and Striker will stop that ass poppin/
like old food expired, ya mouth is foul ‘n rotten/
thats why your tongue is colored coz a Brush is a wrod thats been forgotten/
dont give a **** if you white or black, I’ll blast your colorful tongue with my lyrical gun/
Of course you gotta push down yo level! remember I’m in Hell, so you facin tha devil/
so basically I’m the one who’ll burn you in a battle!!!
 
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