Wanna battle Big Ted?

[bigted]

None of y'all could crack on me
I'm takin' to where rap has to be
I'll get Charlie Mack to whack out of fahion m.c.'s
You can't outblast Teddy
If you're out of line and your flow's dead
I'll rip your spine and make you retire for sure into code red
Is your rhyme state of mind if you flow again
I ain't gonna waste time into billboard I just control the script
I'm gonna do a collabo with Will and Jeff
When they spend time and go peep this
I stay in the grind so I don't need a friend
I use the displayful rhyme to exceed rep
I destroyed cats at school
I employ to blast at you
Somethin' like dis
Bustin' science
I'm 19, so I got a license
You'd think I'm 30 'cause I bring the ol' school rhyme to the set
It's hard to decline my poetry 'cause I drink fools all the time like an Ensure breakfast
Like Iverson, you won't see me come off the bench
I'm the livest and most grown m.c. in the lyrical quest
I'm live my life not to be the most known, so I won't care for the words you'll go invest
This is just a sample
Of how I flow on and handle
I'm hyped for the sack like John Randle
And I want that Super Bowl victory like McNabb
I know my role to hit so you won't see me on the sidelines takin' a nap
Where's a verse you'll find blazed like that
I gotta bounce so I'll now spare a care for your hurt until you battle back! Edited March 26, 2004 by bigted

[FrshPrnceCharmng]

I'm the FrshPrnce, but I'm not Big Will
You had your say so kick back 'cause I'm set to ill
When my rhymes come at you, you know you feel a chill
'Cause by the time I'm finished you've got close to nil
To a thing that could ever touch my rap
You called yours a rap? It's closer akin to crap
I could sleep a whole night for you to of think a rap
But when it comes to me you'd only get a nap
It's like your brain is covered in sap
Or like I bone past you on the final lap
And the only way I'd lose to you is if I'd lost both my arms
If you had picked up some charm
If you had threatened to do me bodily harm
Knocked up my girl so she's a teenage mom
But yo, I'd only wait for you to hear the alarm
Cause you're dreamin'!
You could never hold a candle to me
You could never handle like me
I'll use the mic to mop the floor with you and see how spick and span it'll be
Consider this a tutorial, an advanced learning
Before I came in here you earning
Way more than you would deserve
While I'm here holding on to curves
Of the honeys I swerve
Like last night's dinner consider yourself served
Here comes the end of my rappin' initiation
If no one else steps up, I understand your reservations

Props to bigted. This was fun. Don't think I could do anymore though. I bragged enough of trash for the rest of my life.

[J-o-e]

imma talk and to be honest wit ya
that "rap" u jus did, didnt nuttin for ya
mix some white spirit with some fire
and ya'll have vannila ice spittin with desire
mix some gin and juice with some friends
and then talk like ya'll never see eachother again
let me get one thing straight with all you whack mc's
dont challenge me cause at the end of the night you will be at ya knees
bowin down to the future of rap
take this as a compliment, dont say im whack
but if you do, theres no more companionship
make one false move on me, and i might flip
im rusty just like a nail
but i aint no pussy, not frail
ill stop spittin so ill have a swore toungue
then ill start writing and ill have a swore thumb
blood will come out of my hands before i stop
ill rap with angles before i ever see an album flop
i walk with a gangsta talk with a pimp's lean
walkin down the street with my sneakers which are clean.