Members Pkey Posted April 28, 2005 Members Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 Aight Aight i dare any one of mothersuckas to step and battle me. I promise yall i aint no joke. Ask my boy Don Jiggy. He has heard of me. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FrshPrnceCharmng Posted April 28, 2005 Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 Usually people who ask for battles have a verse already up to respond to. Just a suggestion. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Pkey Posted April 28, 2005 Author Members Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 Okay Hey yo Mr. Prince Charming ya just like tha rest You so lame to me i wouldnt dare call you fresh You probaly wear small shirts and tight jeans thats Guess! I dont give a damn about you i can wash you out If you was a inscent i probaly brush you about Brushin tha dirt from my shoulder while um keepin it clean Keepin my shirt popped if ya kno what i mean Pushin you haters down just like tha rest of tha team. We keepin it tight, ready to fight given you lil fellows a good night. Um tha one keepin it fresh for all of my life. You a prince and um a King Get down on both knees and worship me Um tha freestyle KING bow down before me P.key tha man and um a "FRESH" KING comin from tha R.O.C. So prince charming bring it to me! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
FrshPrnceCharmng Posted April 28, 2005 Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 You must have flipped your lid kid I was being nice to you I'm busy with other battles, but I still got a breath for you You just signed a death warrant, just dug your own grave I don't just spit rhymes in a mic, it's magic stick that I wave The hell you talkin about 'we keepin it tight' Who the hells with you? I'll takem on and won't take all night You keep poppin your collar, keep dusting your shoulder By the time you get the dirt I kicked on you I'll be 10 years older Who cares if you're the 'King' just get me a Whopper I'll wave my mic in the air and drown you like Dennis Hopper Don't worry 'king' I'll bring it to you, I'll turn the knife slow You're getting served, but would you like humble pie or crow? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
3cookies Posted April 28, 2005 Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 LOL ~cookie Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Pkey Posted April 28, 2005 Author Members Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 Ooh im scared of a prince charming who might blow kisses till my death I aint scared of no punks in pink tights and shimerry belts Ok i'll admit you kicked a small rhyme But yo lil stunt gon get you sandded and sawed like some pine Mabey you should breathe and shake like one of your buddies and gaymen I'll save your stretch for when they use tha stretcher after liftin you from tha pavement I dont kno y you testin me that was just a warning shot I just wanted to see what you were workin wit Now you gon see what i got And you askin who on my team hav you ever heard of team ROC We highly ranked around here so your next move is a flop You going down, your climb to tha top is over I'll hide yo body in tha trunk while i ride a range rover O no P.Key dont be so offensive A great offense has a better defense so you better listen Team ROC on top and we do not flop For tha last time if you hear my name kneel down and drop. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
J-o-e Posted April 28, 2005 Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 (edited) Pkey thats it i was only gonna be patience i was being nice its not my fault u were grown up with lice oh u think ur in the R.O.C with jigga and kayne maybe u need to get your head around the right way your an idiot, an insult to rap, ur crap homie take the insults, oh do i really have to slap im gettin anoyyed just readin that your the best well put it to the test bitch, u already need a rest i can do this thing all day and all night ask this board, coz they all know im right what are you doing u? u a fan of will? coz u aint real? so homie heres to deal, how u feel? about me rippin u to peices, even ur neices can rip u into a shread, did u hear what i just said? why even start a battle if u gonna be left for dead they day that your offensive imma die and i dont mean to be shy, but why u lie ask "Don jiggy he heard of me" bitch ill beat u and thats just a gaureentee so if u listen to my mission coz im just pissin all of u and all of your raps, ur a disgrace if u wana live for another 2minutes, leave this place and dont came back homie, come on show me that was your warnin shot? lets see what ya got when j-o-e gets on the m-i-c he rocks the spot i dont mean to be mad when i say get it straight i dont wana hate, its just ur an idiot whos never bin on a date and whats this that your a king? its just a thing if ur the king come on man wheres ya bling? and why u call us mothersuckas can u say it? motherfu*ckers, u better say down and pray it u just need to think about dreams and reality u messin wit j-o-e and fpc, its now a technicality wot u geussin, coz im just pressin now im testin u, and the end of this, ill be restin u u neva knew about me untill i dissed u the girls hate u, the only women who kissed u was ur mother, and i aint going about oh brother coz ur a bother, when was the last time u had a lover see ive been waitin for someone to be hatin then ill flip the script and the audience can be debatin dont u realize theres a battle going on? so please shut the hell up with ur songs its boring me to death, i need to take a breath but if i dont my health will expire and ill knick ya wealth, damn look at ur name ur a little willy trying to beat me, man dont be so silly pkey what are u even chattin? ill diss u in english, even in latin u can even afford a range rover so if u in the R.O.C say hello to H.O.V.A for me coz i know thats all bull**** u need to quit, and forfiet coz imma spit untill my tounge goes dry or i die u gonna fry, tell me why the hell u lie u gonna come back with something all whack dont bother coz whatever u say it dnt mean jack i can diss u but all the words would be censord get a steady job forget rap, get ur pension, homie Edited April 28, 2005 by J-o-e Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Don Jiggy Posted April 28, 2005 Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 Royal Oaks chain gang is the street that i claim yall lame, yall rap about cartoons and things aint nobody hard enough to step-up to the ROC if you do, get yo head swoll like Flavor Flav's clock real nigga, no gimmicks give a target i hit it im sick of just battlin you niggas,now im a straight up kill it Don Jig; Pkey you know how we be 2 stuntin young bucks straight outta memphis tennessee J-O-E understand the ROC is our street, not the company you got at pkey wit hostility, now you gotta come get at me cuz you were my homie dont turn out to be a phony i thought you were a playa cuz you know im a MACoroni but when you get on my family the way u did, you'll go back to wearin a bib cuz you cant eat solid foods without teeth kid no fib no fable i bring realness to the table i cant believe its me against the world, now im battlin Sable easy win, knockout from the force of my rhymes you too slow to dodge it, get a strategy, cuz im a do it every time NEXT!!!!!!!!!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
J-o-e Posted April 28, 2005 Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 look at u, jacking 2pac lines look at me, killin u wit this rhyme homie u kno the deal, im in my prime ur useless and yet stupid someone get god coz he thinks hes cupid don jiggy and pkey sittin in a tree f-u-c-k-i-n-g, ur pathetic to me and homie ill still a playa and still in the game the only different is i aint and u is lame tell me why isit so easy coz whatever u say always pleases me that an MC like me has to be eagar to look i got beef wit pkey not u so spit ya 16 and make sure u can get thru coz imma let that one slide, dont hide imma break down ya pride, i was on ya side untill im running outta time, outta lines for me to beat u wit loadsa rhymes see if im not thrillin ya then homie im killin ya i like ya songs, homie for real im feelin ya and i dont kno how u be, come on tell its not my fault that i am and ur not livin well i dont give a f*ck if u live in Tennesee man, that places makes me pee, i need to be free coz wherever i go i start a new beef i duno what it is, a disease eager to please knockin out ya teeth Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Bracesup Posted April 28, 2005 Members Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 Whoa, J-O-E, you murdered everybody here. DAMN! :werd: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
J-o-e Posted April 28, 2005 Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 They just cant hack that there whack can they bracesup? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Bracesup Posted April 28, 2005 Members Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 No didly-o. Better kick them down and wear the crown. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members Pkey Posted April 28, 2005 Author Members Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 hey yo **** you son now you don got me upset you talkin bout beef bitch this aint even started yet Tha champ is here which means you need to keep movin if not you gon get beat down til you swell like Big Rubin My flows untouchable you can neva reach me Um gon stiff arm you away while i score a TD Um spittin my **** from my brain on a full tank You can try to spit back but all you shootin is blanks Um bringin tha truth um givin it to you frank From tha bottom of my heart I swear You ****in stank You not even worth my time I dont know y um trippin I saw your girl last night She was straight strippin Um a pimp my chinks favor Eve and Amerie That means I pull chicks Like Mike Lowry You ask if im a fresh prince fan what type of question is that Um battlin you and prince charming Now how fresh is that My nigga Don Jiggy don stepped up to tha plate He probaly gave you tha holy ghost and had you runnin in place Didnt I tell you I was a down south KING of my home How dare you disrespect Tha state of my throne When I read yo lyrics Your boring lines put me to sleep They make my head hurt and it feels like I bleed KING P. is tha name make sure you respect tha game I would had to leave you lying somewhere outlined in white frame You say you got beef so that means I got to ya You say um wack but what do I really mean to ya So this is tha end of my ryhme um not gon (beef) wit you again So come holla at me and bring this **** to a end R.O.C. 4Eva Jiggy I see you playa Get at me Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Members G-a-n-g-s-t-a Posted April 28, 2005 Members Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 Aight let me see, where should i start Gotta holla at my dawgs Pkey and the Don Jiggy himself Let's Go!!!!!!!! It's gangsta George on da Mic and im demandin yo respect if u say otherwise u catch quickhitters from the tek these bullets bless they leavin n*ggas in the dust u get wrong h*e the consequence is get yo head bust a Memphis N*gga and im also a lyrical mastermind da R.O.C aint no joke withstand da test of time da best of rhymes come from the lips of this coalition we headbussas experts in the art of wig splitten im bout gettin every nickel n dime up out dis game break bread wit real ones dont give a f*ck bout u other lames we runnin thangs we got guns wit extra clips we stackin paper buyin toys to go on extra whips n*ggas wanna trip? i think ya'll done misunderstood its time 4 black mask sh*t leavin bodies in yo hood and to any n*gga out there claimin u gone do me in take a page from scareface say hello to my little friend Anybody who want it holla atcha boy R.O.C. all day Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Admin Hero1 Posted April 28, 2005 Admin Report Share Posted April 28, 2005 gangsta why you droppin bodies boy? you think thats hard.. lives destroyed? murdering people aint sumthin to spit in ya rhymes theres nothing to be gained from bragging about crimes im about positivity and intelligence above that **** you'll end up in jail locked up with the males im a be chillin with my females checkin e-mails livin free from any shackles because i tackles lifes hardship head on head strong and i'm on this earth to live long hustle till i receive a positive outcome matched against life and i try to outrun and outgun without gun or bullets or a bulletproof vest saw you're rhyme and had to get this freestyle off my chest Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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