Da Brakes Posted April 21, 2005 Report Share Posted April 21, 2005 Make sure you read the rules before battling J-O-E to spit first: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
J-o-e Posted April 21, 2005 Report Share Posted April 21, 2005 Its a shame that the start has to be your end// when the game decides u have no more friends// but check it even though you dont see me with no security// u can never put the fear in me, u gonna attack my lyrically?// because at the end of this rhyme u gonna be in crutical condition// but this competition is so hard, but tim u mite need a phsyican// even if this rhymes so hot u cant touch it, or out wit it// cause at the end of the day i always send out that rappin sh!t// i cant remember how many beefs ive had all over this board// its a shame ya'll can sing the right chord the reason ur bored// is because you have nothing else to do, your too weak// to face me maybe i shud slap your cheek, ur on a losing streak// when im older ill be sitting on chrome while ur watchin at home// dont you ever get the feeling that ur all alone, sittin at that phone// coz if i ever shed a tear, it be at my concerts with upper tiers// hearing the crowd cheers, ur choices are so server so its me you should fear// Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Admin Hero1 Posted April 22, 2005 Admin Report Share Posted April 22, 2005 hero1 straight through your minds eye pharoahs son bait you for divine sight enlighten heads like unwrapping mummys in refined light unravelling keys to rhyme strategies on the grind right my brain is like a labyrinth that i grapel with strengthening the fortress then its time to battle this sentient beings freeing closed minds from shackles opening doors for the herbs push them forward into black holes disposing wack foes from average joes to downhome folks willin sticks in their spokes trip em up expose their whole hoax opponents feed mere morsels unwanted like cold toast while this mere mortal delivers whole meal just like rolled oats travellin along the journey verses afterburning uplifting till the soul floats on a metaphysical level rebels cant compete against this spitting choke hold eternal youth from a freestyle master put emcees in the old folks home etched in memory hero1's words go down in history but whatever you wrotes gone Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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