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 Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 11:34 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 12:21 pm
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Babyface Thug True Hip Hop Look at this dude above me, his ryhmes is as long as my d*** homie// Respect thee, im lyrically nasty, infect yo ryhme like a corner b***h with VD// Can you even spell WEALTHY, cuz if you can you should spell T R U E// and yah girl is easy, break her off so mature shell call you a baby// When i walked up in ya hood you lookin lil pale Waz it cause i told u that id shoot yo tail ***** yo rhymes are lies Thats why i clip it fast blow o brains to he sky Rappin but wrong s**t ***** rappins kinda fake, is this a skit Niggas disses dont harm me You missed and barely alarmed me I challenge you to lay out the bate Damn a ***** took it, he maserbate?
***** dont get it twisted stop being a rapper, yo ryhmes stank like yah b***h p***y after I get at her//
you the one masterbaten to yo own mother, figures....i smother//
you in my ryhmes like a serial rapper, it aint bad cuz you the one dead after//
you aint worthy so heres four bars, read em and weap ***** before you try to get hard// |
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 5:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 9:46 pm
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Yah I am a serial killa, take you outta yah frame like a picture//
dawg no one gon miss yah, you b***h lil wanksta//
i kno im a gangsta, cuz you dont ride 4 ho's with 24's, I flip my chedda//
dont wanna meet my berretta, have you feelin the winter//
ryhmes is so hot, when I spit make it feel like summa//
they rock so hard it make it sound like thunder, I wonder//
do you know who you messin wit, bust yah so hard make yah grandchildren feel me kid//
so dont get it twisted, i dont rap religous, when you die I dont wanna hear you say "GOD WHY THIS"//
cuz i thought you was a gangsta d**k, next time come back with a real mission//
dawg leave you breathless, last line jesus, ***** cant beat dis//
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 9:04 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 30, 2006 10:21 am
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Babyface Thug This fool keep callin himself "true Hip Hop" but he doesent fit the description I created true hip hop i have a petition/ Stop false fale claimin, or ***** gonna get stepped on When im finsished with u wont be so headstrong/ ***** i got alot of rappin adreniline So steppin up to me should be a sin/ When im done ill make sure your runnin home to mommy Ill lyrically destroy you with a tommy/ This ***** has a rubber flow Easy to bend eazy to throw/
Since U new in tha game let me spit U tha word
Ya ryhmes are worse s**t I've ever heard
I tried to be nice but I can only for so long
But say'n a wack a** rapper like U got game is just wrong
No Coom-Bi-A here *****, we don't get along
How bout I crack ya skull then U won't be so head-strong
***** this ain't Sesame Street like I kno U used to
The only numbers we count here are the bank rolls and shots we put in U
Ya hood like a magic show, just a bunch'a Tricks
A whole block full'a niggas but ain't no d*cks
***** beat'n me U farther than U near
Like a white man at the Million March, U don't belong here
I beat fake dudes who think they shot-call'n
Cut U up wit a verse like U've been through a maul'n
U think this just talk'n
Let me ever see U walk'n
I knock U out in tha middle of ya fake a** ball'n
U can run or hide but itz all just stall'n
Fight'n for me is just like my bowl'n
And when I get a strick on a ***** they wanna start fall'n
Ya gurl iz almost like T.I, King of go'n down south
And don't f*ck around, cuz I'll ice U like Paul Wall mouth |
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:02 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 1:09 am
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SilverSpyder They know him as graphitty, his flow's too-shitty for sho can't hit-me,his lyrics? a true-pity thinkin about guys when you jerk and twist-yo-fist this blue-haired f*****t's on some sisqo-s**t My verbal guns don't gotta shoot, you'll get pistol-whipped Don't ******** wit Silver Spyder, I'll leave you crippled,b***h Tryna ******** wit Tru Hip Hop?, b***h-stop GK's trash,he's worth less than a wrist-watch
Look at you talking like you know some s**t, dawg listen, sqaush you lil spyder like a ******** pest kid//
dont forget this, i leave you twisted, my ryhmes shoot hotter then yo pistol-whip b***h//
yo ryhmes is so short and limp like yah puny lil d**k, in one sentance, I could have yah girl for a bit//
rappin like you on some shiit, mumblin, you chokin ***** on yah own damn spit// |
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Posted: Sat Jul 01, 2006 5:40 pm
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My words cleanse souls like penance,
You're just a p***y gettin' dealt wit' by a menace,
The Spyder's above you - don't try the hit and run,
I'll spit a punchline and hit you like a silver slug,
You don't call for effort - just a quick job
so I'll dust you under the rug,
You can't get bitches so go look for a tree to hug,
You'd probably enjoy splinters since it's the only penetration you're gettin', huh?
Truth eludes you like comprehension of music,
If you're a time bomb I took you apart and diffused it,
If you got any skills you better use it,
Or else I'll take your pride so hurry up before you lose it..
Dare to diss the mighty Mak?
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:13 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:16 pm
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Makairo II My words cleanse souls like penance, You're just a p***y gettin' dealt wit' by a menace, The Spyder's above you - don't try the hit and run, I'll spit a punchline and hit you like a silver slug, You don't call for effort - just a quick job so I'll dust you under the rug, You can't get bitches so go look for a tree to hug, You'd probably enjoy splinters since it's the only penetration you're gettin', huh? Truth eludes you like comprehension of music, If you're a time bomb I took you apart and diffused it, If you got any skills you better use it, Or else I'll take your pride so hurry up before you lose it.. Dare to diss the mighty Mak?
My flow quick like a jackrabbit, dont respect me get dealt wit like a bad habit,
Mak, u aint s**t, u not Run-DMC, all I know is u a c**t We Can See,
Lyrically, you're as lame as Nick Cannon, keep runnin ya mouth that red beam'll give ya a quick scannin,
now, I'm G-city's finest not ya average fella, my words got ya head spinnin like propellas(propellors)
and the next ***** tryna spit dissin on me, rememba u still aint s**t, not even pissin on me |
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Posted: Sun Jul 02, 2006 6:29 pm
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Young G-City Makairo II My words cleanse souls like penance, You're just a p***y gettin' dealt wit' by a menace, The Spyder's above you - don't try the hit and run, I'll spit a punchline and hit you like a silver slug, You don't call for effort - just a quick job so I'll dust you under the rug, You can't get bitches so go look for a tree to hug, You'd probably enjoy splinters since it's the only penetration you're gettin', huh? Truth eludes you like comprehension of music, If you're a time bomb I took you apart and diffused it, If you got any skills you better use it, Or else I'll take your pride so hurry up before you lose it.. Dare to diss the mighty Mak? click-clack is the sound of the gat, and if you aint heard that, yo head jus went SPLAT! My flow quick like a jackrabbit, dont respect me get dealt wit like a bad habit, Mak, u aint s**t, u not Run-DMC, all I know is u a c**t We Can See, Lyrically, you're as lame as Nick Cannon, keep runnin ya mouth that red beam'll give ya a quick scannin, now, I'm G-city's finest not ya average fella, my words got ya head spinnin like propellas(propellors) and the next ***** tryna spit dissin on me, rememba u still aint s**t, not even pissin on me
Guns and sounds of fiction is what you're spittin',
Gangsta life eludes you like an escape from Hell's kitchen,
The flames are too heavy and the position too demanding,
If you're so hard - then you wouldn't even be where you're standing,
Goodness gracias a net banger at my door,
Banging so hard he types his fingers to the core,
Bones erupting from his finger tips,
Perhaps suckin' d**k is the most productive way he can use his lips,
And you're right; I'm not s**t - I'm the complete opposite,
And stop spittin' - you're contagious since I heard you were HIV positive,
Also - I would never waste my piss on you,
I'd rather leave you disgusted 'cuz I just s**t on you.
rofl More joke verses from the Mighty Mak. |
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 2:44 am
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Makairo II Young G-City Makairo II My words cleanse souls like penance, You're just a p***y gettin' dealt wit' by a menace, The Spyder's above you - don't try the hit and run, I'll spit a punchline and hit you like a silver slug, You don't call for effort - just a quick job so I'll dust you under the rug, You can't get bitches so go look for a tree to hug, You'd probably enjoy splinters since it's the only penetration you're gettin', huh? Truth eludes you like comprehension of music, If you're a time bomb I took you apart and diffused it, If you got any skills you better use it, Or else I'll take your pride so hurry up before you lose it.. Dare to diss the mighty Mak? click-clack is the sound of the gat, and if you aint heard that, yo head jus went SPLAT! My flow quick like a jackrabbit, dont respect me get dealt wit like a bad habit, Mak, u aint s**t, u not Run-DMC, all I know is u a c**t We Can See, Lyrically, you're as lame as Nick Cannon, keep runnin ya mouth that red beam'll give ya a quick scannin, now, I'm G-city's finest not ya average fella, my words got ya head spinnin like propellas(propellors) and the next ***** tryna spit dissin on me, rememba u still aint s**t, not even pissin on me Guns and sounds of fiction is what you're spittin', Gangsta life eludes you like an escape from Hell's kitchen, The flames are too heavy and the position too demanding, If you're so hard - then you wouldn't even be where you're standing, Goodness gracias a net banger at my door, Banging so hard he types his fingers to the core, Bones erupting from his finger tips, Perhaps suckin' d**k is the most productive way he can use his lips, And you're right; I'm not s**t - I'm the complete opposite, And stop spittin' - you're contagious since I heard you were HIV positive, Also - I would never waste my piss on you, I'd rather leave you disgusted 'cuz I just s**t on you. rofl More joke verses from the Mighty Mak.
I destroy u wit ease, and seen betta MC's at Mickey D's,(McDonalds for yall square mofos)
You're not complete 'Big Mak' w/o tha cheese,
Bring ya to ya knees, cuz death finna be ya destiny, see?
I knock down your door like Jehova Witness
Then bring niggas in your crib like you're older sistas!
I aint even gonn break a sweat in this petty competition,
Kairo's a worn-out p***y, such a sweaty composition,
I wish someone else was above me of worthy opposition,
But i'll try to make lemonade cuz lemons is what iz given,
This is hot as it gets, your s**t's not as intense
My flows got em convinced, they aint got at him since!!
YGC, a net banger? ...hmmm.....naw, not likely,
where i stay, niggas'll burn ya darker than Wesley Snipes be
Im a pioneer of this guild this is the thanks i get?
b***h *****, Im yo dad you should thank my d**k!!!
Im digressin speakin bout sex organs to a ***** w/o some
You'd go into a convent full of GGW and still wouldn't get nun
All jokes aside yo hero's back so niggas neva fear,
I could tell Mak was gay cuz his a** read "ENTER HERE"
burning_eyes kill yourself burning_eyes i'll bring the yellow tape nigguh wahmbulance |
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 5:57 am
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Young G-City Makairo II Young G-City Makairo II My words cleanse souls like penance, You're just a p***y gettin' dealt wit' by a menace, The Spyder's above you - don't try the hit and run, I'll spit a punchline and hit you like a silver slug, You don't call for effort - just a quick job so I'll dust you under the rug, You can't get bitches so go look for a tree to hug, You'd probably enjoy splinters since it's the only penetration you're gettin', huh? Truth eludes you like comprehension of music, If you're a time bomb I took you apart and diffused it, If you got any skills you better use it, Or else I'll take your pride so hurry up before you lose it.. Dare to diss the mighty Mak? click-clack is the sound of the gat, and if you aint heard that, yo head jus went SPLAT! My flow quick like a jackrabbit, dont respect me get dealt wit like a bad habit, Mak, u aint s**t, u not Run-DMC, all I know is u a c**t We Can See, Lyrically, you're as lame as Nick Cannon, keep runnin ya mouth that red beam'll give ya a quick scannin, now, I'm G-city's finest not ya average fella, my words got ya head spinnin like propellas(propellors) and the next ***** tryna spit dissin on me, rememba u still aint s**t, not even pissin on me Guns and sounds of fiction is what you're spittin', Gangsta life eludes you like an escape from Hell's kitchen, The flames are too heavy and the position too demanding, If you're so hard - then you wouldn't even be where you're standing, Goodness gracias a net banger at my door, Banging so hard he types his fingers to the core, Bones erupting from his finger tips, Perhaps suckin' d**k is the most productive way he can use his lips, And you're right; I'm not s**t - I'm the complete opposite, And stop spittin' - you're contagious since I heard you were HIV positive, Also - I would never waste my piss on you, I'd rather leave you disgusted 'cuz I just s**t on you. rofl More joke verses from the Mighty Mak. Mak please, dont even try to step to me, I destroy u wit ease, and seen betta MC's at Mickey D's,(McDonalds for yall square mofos) You're not complete 'Big Mak' w/o tha cheese, Bring ya to ya knees, cuz death finna be ya destiny, see? I knock down your door like Jehova Witness Then bring niggas in your crib like you're older sistas! I aint even gonn break a sweat in this petty competition, Kairo's a worn-out p***y, such a sweaty composition, I wish someone else was above me of worthy opposition, But i'll try to make lemonade cuz lemons is what iz given, This is hot as it gets, your s**t's not as intense My flows got em convinced, they aint got at him since!! YGC, a net banger? ...hmmm.....naw, not likely, where i stay, niggas'll burn ya darker than Wesley Snipes be Im a pioneer of this guild this is the thanks i get? b***h *****, Im yo dad you should thank my d**k!!! Im digressin speakin bout sex organs to a ***** w/o some You'd go into a convent full of GGW and still wouldn't get nun All jokes aside yo hero's back so niggas neva fear, I could tell Mak was gay cuz his a** read "ENTER HERE" burning_eyes kill yourself burning_eyes i'll bring the yellow tape nigguh wahmbulance
Hm..it seems you're getting a little too excited off of my jokes.
All jokes aside - please, my jokes were real life,
Jokin' on you 'cuz you're still a net bangin' clyde,
Don't you get it - niggas like you feed stereotypes
Why do you think white people mock your culture, guy?
Ha ha - hilarious he thinks he's hurtin' me,
It'll take a Fujin, Chaos or Thunder Foot to even come close to workin' me,
Listen: you go to McDonald's and I'll bring the cheese,
Wait for me 'cuz you can't even afford the water for free,
Now that's a real statement 'cuz I'm broke as ******** lyrics are a p***y wagon gettin' run over by this truck,
Your lucks run out - not like you had any to begin with,
Still a virgin - never got lucky enough to get in it,
Hm..sure, I'll thank you p***s for keeping itself safe,
Not many dudes choose marriage to wait,
You must be a really sacred fellow - to bad you think Gaia makes you hard,
Think before you act - these lyrics really touched your heart.
heart Next? I grow tired when I have to keep destroying the same people.
Or why doesn't someone just challenge the Mighty Mak to a one on one? |
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 6:16 am
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******** this..let me rip something semi-serious as opposed to my jokes.
You *****'s ain't even realizin' your flaws,
I've got you round the ankles like a pair of fallen draws,
I am the po po - I am the law,
I am your God 'cuz I'm the only ***** remainin' raw,
I don't sell out like you bitches on 50's d**k,
Mos Def, Kweli, listen to some real s**t,
I know you like your oversized fitteds and net bangin',
But remember you're punishing my culture leavin' your people in the abyss hangin',
I don't get how such ignorance can be bliss,
Dumb asses continue to punish Hip-Hop even after being dissed,
They don't give two squirts of piss for the music,
As long as they think they're the definition of fresh they abuse it,
So rock those ********' kicks and enjoy the clothing,
I'll laugh and look on at the posers as they're posing,
Wipe your noses and clean your faces,
But you bastards will forever be dirty a** disgraces..
Sincerely,
The Mighty Mak
P.S. For those who are wondering about the name, it's a play off of a nickname Mos Def receives: The Mighty Mos. xd Since he's my favorite artist, I decided to adopt something from him. Anyway..burn in the viciousness of my verses!
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