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 Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 10:52 am
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Makairo II I'll just fool around with this joker Graphitty, I'll play you like I do with a b***h's titties I'm just spittin' garbage and I'm winnin' I rhyme words with two syllables and have his head spinnin' The only graffiti he sees is on his face, Laced up from his pops in 'white paint' b***h you ain't ready for the Mighty Mak, Your s**t don't sound like rap sounds like you're spittin' a scat This ain't even the battle just me ********' his brain, Stick a d***o through his ears - no wonder he raps s**t like he's insane Hip-Hop? ***** you're about as soggy as flip flops, Your style looks like someone scooped it out of a s**t pot Blah blah blah - Mak's a clown, I turned Graphitty's faggoty smile into a fearful frown He's runnin' - but out of breath 'cuz he can't keep pace, This is an appetizer and just look at his face: burning_eyes EDIT: This is NOT my verse for the battle.
I'ma dry ya river up and stop ya flow
Cuz I'm sick of ya s**t, and put'n ya mouth on "Go"
Fearful frown? Man, I'll kill U with a mear glare
And my style can't be out tha s**t pot cuz I woulda seen Ur's there
Take these ryhmes to ya head, and take tha blows to ya gut
And if U still got s**t to talk then we sitch ya mouth shut
U spit a lotta garbage but Ur not winn'n s**t
Like the trash U are I'll take U out wit tha fabulous verses I spit
Not counting ya mom, what hoes do U git?
What gurls do U own, what bitchs are U wit?
I think I'm ask'n the wrong questions now, I kno for a fact
How many d*cks have U sucked to get here, now I kno U can answer that |
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 10:53 am
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 11:11 am
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Graphitty-King Makairo II I'll just fool around with this joker Graphitty, I'll play you like I do with a b***h's titties I'm just spittin' garbage and I'm winnin' I rhyme words with two syllables and have his head spinnin' The only graffiti he sees is on his face, Laced up from his pops in 'white paint' b***h you ain't ready for the Mighty Mak, Your s**t don't sound like rap sounds like you're spittin' a scat This ain't even the battle just me ********' his brain, Stick a d***o through his ears - no wonder he raps s**t like he's insane Hip-Hop? ***** you're about as soggy as flip flops, Your style looks like someone scooped it out of a s**t pot Blah blah blah - Mak's a clown, I turned Graphitty's faggoty smile into a fearful frown He's runnin' - but out of breath 'cuz he can't keep pace, This is an appetizer and just look at his face: burning_eyes EDIT: This is NOT my verse for the battle. I'ma dry ya river up and stop ya flow Cuz I'm sick of ya s**t, and put'n ya mouth on "Go" Fearful frown? Man, I'll kill U with a mear glare And my style can't be out tha s**t pot cuz I woulda seen Ur's there Take these ryhmes to ya head, and take tha blows to ya gut And if U still got s**t to talk then we sitch ya mouth shut U spit a lotta garbage but Ur not winn'n s**t Like the trash U are I'll take U out wit tha fabulous verses I spit Not counting ya mom, what hoes do U git? What gurls do U own, what bitchs are U wit? I think I'm ask'n the wrong questions now, I kno for a fact How many d*cks have U sucked to get here, now I kno U can answer that
Well in the time you spent making that non-sense post you should've made your real verse. stare Now I have to wait even longer. |
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 4:57 pm
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Makairo II Graphitty-King Makairo II I'll just fool around with this joker Graphitty, I'll play you like I do with a b***h's titties I'm just spittin' garbage and I'm winnin' I rhyme words with two syllables and have his head spinnin' The only graffiti he sees is on his face, Laced up from his pops in 'white paint' b***h you ain't ready for the Mighty Mak, Your s**t don't sound like rap sounds like you're spittin' a scat This ain't even the battle just me ********' his brain, Stick a d***o through his ears - no wonder he raps s**t like he's insane Hip-Hop? ***** you're about as soggy as flip flops, Your style looks like someone scooped it out of a s**t pot Blah blah blah - Mak's a clown, I turned Graphitty's faggoty smile into a fearful frown He's runnin' - but out of breath 'cuz he can't keep pace, This is an appetizer and just look at his face: burning_eyes EDIT: This is NOT my verse for the battle. I'ma dry ya river up and stop ya flow Cuz I'm sick of ya s**t, and put'n ya mouth on "Go" Fearful frown? Man, I'll kill U with a mear glare And my style can't be out tha s**t pot cuz I woulda seen Ur's there Take these ryhmes to ya head, and take tha blows to ya gut And if U still got s**t to talk then we sitch ya mouth shut U spit a lotta garbage but Ur not winn'n s**t Like the trash U are I'll take U out wit tha fabulous verses I spit Not counting ya mom, what hoes do U git? What gurls do U own, what bitchs are U wit? I think I'm ask'n the wrong questions now, I kno for a fact How many d*cks have U sucked to get here, now I kno U can answer that Good thing I put no d**k riding. b*****d like you feeds like a fiend. rofl Well in the time you spent making that non-sense post you should've made your real verse. stare Now I have to wait even longer.
Um...wow that "d**k-riding" term iz annoying, just say copying. And I did not copy U, what the hell are U talking about? |
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 4:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 5:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 6:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 7:34 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 7:37 pm
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Makairo II Graphitty-King Who the hell voted already? Not me. neutral Who is the vote for? And we're not going to use the poll for votes. Whores will come just for the gold, most of the time people use the polls without reading the verses...
Call me a punk with excuses if U will but I've been in a lot of battles latley, I've had like no time to think of some material. Thats why I'm tak'n to long, I'd rather send U a little good ryhmes then and whole lotta shitty ones. U mind-as-well just send ya diss if U want, I might have to resschedule this battle for now. I'll tell U when I get my diss on here |
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 8:23 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 9:20 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 9:29 pm
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I'ma twist U like a screw, have'n U "Act'n a Fool"
I'm like that yellow bus in tha morning, I'ma take U to school
And like a substitute teacher, Ur occupation is temporary, yo
Just to get kicked out by a real teacher and I've come back so...
Get the hell out my way, I'm crushing Ur rapping obsession
So U can sit ya a** in a chair, and get ready for a lesson
Lecture 1, Ur just a real rapper's bootleg, another Mos' Def spoof
I wasn't gonna say Ur were s**t, but Ur ryhmes gave me too much proof
2, To challenge an MC like me, U took a big leap
But my ryhmes are like trenchs that flow too deep
I create many hills with my skills so ya posture can't keep
I leave U stumble'n and fumble'n cuz ma slope is too steep
Finally 3, I don't need knives to cut U, I use words to get U switch'n
From being hardcore online to real life b***h'n
Forgeting what ya do'n when U see me, U get to scene ditch'n
Cuz I'll leave U with mental scars, so even ya brain needs stitch'n
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I leave U irratated, like a rash that keeps on itch'n
I'm cook'n ryhmes to hot for U so get tha hell out my kitchen
I'm create'n reacipes for wanna-be's so they can make a decent dish
Maybe share some with U, so U can make a worth-reading diss
But U will never surpass the Cheif, let me tell U that son
U can try as hard as U can but this battle's still won
U think I'm serious about this, don't flatter Urslef, kill'n U iz just fun
This rap game is Thanksgiving, and ya turkey's almost done
I'll baste U with tasty verses and stuff U with my delicious word
"U win Mighty Mak!!!," A phrase U always wish U heard
But this is not that time, unless U wanna say,
"U win Mighty Mak.....of being the f*****t of the day!!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 4:45 am
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I don't get how you win so many battles..the first half of it made my eyes bleed. xd I can't imagine someone actually spitting that in a battle. Anyway, here's the win. (Learn about world play)
I drop science like a clumsy professor,
And me and your girl can act Nutty after I undress 'er
I spit rhymes and make 'em erupt like volcanoes,
While you're too clogged to create - so my verse'll provide the mental draino
I'm a breath of fresh air and medicines for the mind,
You're stale as an old fart out of grandma's behind
You can't tell? I'm ********' jokin' wit' these lines,
I bet he's serious as ******** - and the win is still mine.
Rhyme perfection like the grand design,
Battle me and watch your step like I'm spittin' land minds
I'm like quick sand - struggle and you'll only sink deeper,
You're caught in the clutches of the emcee reaper
You better start runnin' 'cuz there's a difference between a rapper and a rhyma(rhymer),
'cuz a Mak has a d**k and you're a p***y; just another word for v****a
I'll personalize the final lines for Graphitty,
For all those bars I haven't read one that wasn't shitty..
Edit: Yep..I read both of our verses in comparison. I won significantly. 3nodding See? And I used less bars than you, so your logic about winning due to a longer verse makes no sense.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 8:33 am
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Makairo II Edit: Yep..I read both of our verses in comparison. I won significantly. 3nodding See? And I used less bars than you, so your logic about winning due to a longer verse makes no sense.
lol, not to knock ur hustle n all Makairo, but really, u can't say u won "significantly" (lol pet peeve, u used tha word incorrectly).
truthfully.
there wasn't a significant difference, all in all they were both simplicity in its purest form, but i can't deny that of the two Makairo was less....elementary for lack of a better term.
(WE LEAVE IN 30 MINUTES, GOT TO THA COMPUTER AGAIN, INTERNET FIEND FINDS TIME FOR TYPING ON GAIA ANYWHERE, BARRRRBEEEECUEEEEE!!! xd rofl ) |
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