English battle - wer traut sich?

Oh Im itch and WACK but my dick is big and BLACK
I BET your girlfriend give me and Deadly weapon for 2$ 2 HEADS.

You the super tripple G' hang day 4 day out on the STREETS
not to battle real G's , but rather to search something to EAT.

You can't smack me DOWN ,
cause you get BACK DOWN ,
when I spit 2 words on the first ROUND.

You punk ass bitch snatch condoms for your MOTHER
because the suitors have aids and havn't a RUBBER
 
yeah but u shoulda do this in a tricky, pointy way, with tricky, pointy rhymes and punchlines ...
still my opinion. Do it how you like it.
 
Original geschrieben von sick.toller Typ
Oh Im itch and WACK but my dick is big and BLACK
I BET your girlfriend give me and Deadly weapon for 2$ 2 HEADS.

You the super tripple G' hang day 4 day out on the STREETS
not to battle real G's , but rather to search something to EAT.

You can't smack me DOWN ,
cause you get BACK DOWN ,
when I spit 2 words on the first ROUND.

You punk ass bitch snatch condoms for your MOTHER
because the suitors have aids and havn't a RUBBER
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GARBAGE:oops:

Only coz you're Black dont mean you can spit cool like dat!!

Easy Partner!!;)
 
WOW!oooh man....
whut a tight battle!!!lol!


...ey ya whack!..no man i´m tight!..i´m the best..nah you suck..
lol!
 
???

Dang, no more Battles in English or what??
It was just a Phase... right guys?!:D
 
Original geschrieben von DeadlyWeapon
so so u think..ya really fit enuff2 battle ME ha?!

here4u all-day
hand u a hard loss-spuash ya face til ya dome crunches
i´ll rip ya arms off-and beat u´re ass with ya own punches
ya suck kid-f*ckin shit like havin sex with turds
gettin booed of stage only time u get the respect deserved
this cat ain´t all-day-he´s a fairy thats always on a dick
hones b*tch-u´re not just wack-u f*uckin sponser it
i got this win easy................i´m talkin simple......................
when my fists lock n hit to pop this walkin pimple
ya been here since alontime-an still considered a featherweight
all these time been here-u think he´d elevate
no,cuz in this battle i know u´ll flop-definitly.....................

drop ya verse boy...........
one
love
peAce
*no beef*

ps peep this shit....
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@all-day
reply 1st4this shit right here...:D
 
Man this battle is a Coin Toss, I’m Tony Danza, Tell me... Who’s the Boss?
I’m Headz, you Tailz, hand yourself a Loss, coz I’m about to chop Headz off
I be Fresh, All Day like Orbit fightin your Deadly Breath, ceased Weapon ‘n forfeit
or quit, Ya weapons are Harmless like a Pair of Tits, u spit but only on a Pornflick
you aint got nuttin better to spit than to talk about me on Dicks
man I dont trip, coz YOURZ stopped growing since ya turned six
got nuttin to play wit, but fake chicks on vids ‘n pics
If I’m a Featherweight, you aint even a Candidate, no Class for u to Participate
I don’t even exaggerate, but your rhymes to rate, I’ll give it a point 8
coz your Style ’n ya Rhymes are out of Date!!!
 
Ehy "Sick.toller Typ" hast du noch alle Tassen im Schrank?
Was soll dieser Kack mit der Hautfarbe?

Ehy, alter ich bin neongrün? Bin ich jetzt cool?

Stop that shit, cause black panthers were yesterday.
If Battling is like money, I'd say, let'em pay.

Peace
:cool:
 
You all can't ball like Fantastic 5.
Let me spit some of my greatest ass-kick-stylez.

First of all I'll drop the sickest toller Typ.
Please,you're like a Bitch named Vanilla.
So com'on show me you're Ice.
Playa,throw up your dice.
I'll give you one line, which you can hold you so tight.
You can't mess with MCees so go back to the streets.
You need to practise more, so rap on a beat.

The second man is weapon,cause' he got no rhymes.
Speakin' like a kid, splitted tounge,stop your lies.
If you don't go now,I'll drop you twice.
I'll kick you down like doors, cause without you hiphop'd be nice.

So all you fakers, can't ball like players.
It's so sad, spit flow-Raps
Or it's over now and I'll hold it down.

...it's so boring to be in this chypher, cause' you always talkin' blablabla.
It's not the same like, when I was the first time overhere....It's so wack....please,Punks, you must drop and answer me and when I'm not 1 day or 2 hours later have answerde the battel is not over.So drop,mother****ers..



:cool:
 
hoert doch mal auf hier soviel rumzulabern und konzentriert euch auf die lyrics. am ende beleidigt ihr euch gegenseitig kommt auf keinen gemeinsamen punkt und nervt nur.

...the drama goes on, on and on...
...so said kraizey bone
i think he 's right maybe hip hop soon 'll be gone
'cause too many children listen to too many gangsters
consequence of this nonsense: people turning against us
we the last real MCs standing once hip hop begins to fall
most duck down and crawl while we're here upkeeping the wall
tryin' to save the real deal or should i say the real feel
with ev'ry rap artist the hip hop wagon gets a turning wheel
everybody sayin' the same, loosing their own focus
nobody here wants to be blamed for this ridiculous circus

argh muss weg..geht bald weiter ;)
 
Gizmow keep my name out of ya bitch ass mouth!

i spit meteor showers to crush natural powerz
you the chancelor of cowards that´ll get devoured
you talk alot-but that don´t mean shit when i heat up
in cyphpas you get ate up on streets you get beat up
you weak **** bring ya rhymes forth and watchum destruct
clamin´you ill-got skillz!i know-u got doe but ya pockets only hold3bucks
this is the lenchin-my punch dizzles ya comprehension
you should lift weights cuz ya lines ain´t strong2hold my attention
you weak as hell i spit well wit the scripts of raw
to wash ya rhymes up like sea shells on sea shores
I SEE YOURS and CAN TELL THERE´S NO COMPETITION
i´ll knock you out of position wit use of my 3rd vision
you obsurd dissin´-an mc of my caliber
i hold master degrees while you struggle2read a calender
you amateur-this whole battle is kind funny
cuz I´m grown while you still ask ya momZ for lunch money
what you got from me-nothin but these ill responses
dummies like you are quick to get rocked unconscious
so stop ya nonsense-DEADLY WEAPON is the man
while you trip on mic cords and get K.O.ed by the mic stand
i fight grand-and ya scripts lack direction
the only way you´d be hot is if you got a yeast infection
i´m the beast rippin-the exeution of my force
will ruin ya career like you got half mic in the source

..i wasn´t dissin´ya-but now i am...
fU*k all WHACK catz!
 
so many stories, but you tell them lika a child and fake
if your life is an adventure, call it monkey island, ape!
for all my glories, i can say i worked hard for it
sincerely since real early never telling lies on this
the ice on this,come-n-fail to count the amount
seven chains around one arm i bound, hear the ching-ching sound!
mouth got opened, uppercut! shot you up like flipper
wanna buy my peeps you get well ****ed, 'cause our blood is thicker
you can't buy us with your money,we got all that we need
friendship, fat crips, mad whip women and true love indeed

now,

slow your road make up your mind, impressed of what i told ya?
then throw away your soul stay blind and get sad growin' older!
'cause it's not hard to write that mess, where 's the sense in all that?
no fun, no wisdom just arrogance,watch real hip hop fall back!
brother, brothers attention please
maybe listen but don't get wit' these
make your plans to get the cheese
but never ever let your heart stop breethin' !

That's to all o' y'all! STOP this gagsterbeeing and this "I KNOW THE GAME IN AND OUT"-Shit. Get together and let us be ONE family or i tell y'all: you'll be very alone...'cause you 're wrong...I don't mean to stop battle or stop spittin' slick pimp shit, i just mean: Have fun doin' it together, respect one another and stop funkin' if you don't even now what the funk you funkin' for, hehe, know what i mean? :D
 
Yo Deadly
You’re a Walking Target, I hit your weakspot like you’re a Bull’s eye
Results never Looked Nice, It Took One Shot, Man I never Pull Twice
I’m Ahead of the Game, Call Me an MVP, League’s Strictly for Big BALLA’S
U TRAILin my Style, Flawless, but I be BLAZin like Portlands Rasheed WALLACE
U Sorry Ass Prick wit a Two Inch MINI-STICK, Lookin all Fake like a GENE-WIG
You’re no MC, not a Bit, I’ll use You in my Experiments as my GUINEA-PIG
PRETTY SICK huh? Forget Hole-Punchers, I’m the one who be PUNCHIN LINEZ
Jokin Rhymes, yo Momma too Fat, Stepped on a Bill made Change, BUNCHA DIMES
REVENGE is SWEET, I‘ll Banana Split cha in Third‘s, served Cold, my Treat
I could diss you all night long... Good Grief!!!.... Hell No... I’ll Keep it Brief
Man, I got you in CHECK, like NIKES, ‘Gimme Two Perrrs...’ Go on ’n BUY THESE
While I come Ol’ Skool, no Jewel but Socks matchin my Sleeves, nearly reachin my KNEES
Boy Stop Spittin, coz the Mic starts rippin from yo DEADLY BREATH thats Kickin
 
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