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Other Stuff / Re: ping 999
« on: December 11, 2011, 03:49:26 PM »
'pologies bro. We cool
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Other Stuff / Re: ping 999
« on: December 11, 2011, 03:44:49 PM »
Plagarise? Me? That excrement's an offense
Much like your stanzas to the human race
I'm pure and spontaneous, you know it makes sense
Now take a razor bath to your face
Coldplay good? Surely you're crazy
I can see it all now; your eyes growing hazy
Puffing on the joint you sold your mind for
Telling the internet how once your were poor
But found how to sell yourself for little more
than a few quid a go, not much in demand
But for that low price any bender'll have a gander
Got through ten detectives to buy you that weed
Ten guys, all of them spreading their seed
All on your face, but was it worth it?
For a few puffs of a artificial smoke tit?
Much like your stanzas to the human race
I'm pure and spontaneous, you know it makes sense
Now take a razor bath to your face
Coldplay good? Surely you're crazy
I can see it all now; your eyes growing hazy
Puffing on the joint you sold your mind for
Telling the internet how once your were poor
But found how to sell yourself for little more
than a few quid a go, not much in demand
But for that low price any bender'll have a gander
Got through ten detectives to buy you that weed
Ten guys, all of them spreading their seed
All on your face, but was it worth it?
For a few puffs of a artificial smoke tit?
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Other Stuff / Re: ping 999
« on: December 11, 2011, 03:23:01 PM »
ViciouZ got smarts, but that's all i can say
For the rest of your lines are pretty darn lame
This excrement gotta have soul, straight from the heart
So let me say you're still back at the start
As for your mother, take a few steps back?
She'd have to walk further than the athletes track
Then have to wash the jizz from off've her rack
Might take a while, but i digress
Son, your life's a bloody mess
If your raps are raw you gonna get salmonella
That's pretty bad, gotta stay in bed fella
But would that be too different from the rest of your life?
Writing battle raps in forums out here on the web
Listening to your dubstep going web-web-web
Haven't seen the sun in thirteen days
But let's move on to the last bit, kay
The textbooks been done, i'm bringing something fresher
And not in the sense of being a fresh fresher
Cause i'm old like the hills and i roll with my grills
Gonna cook your raps well done, no lesser
And when they're done you can hang your head in shame
From hearing the lyrical prowess i'm conveying
Now Tyrone look here sunshine, you even trying?
Making a joke out of freestyle, words flying
Left right and centre, but no meaning or skill
It's like if you're trying to make your words kill
When you can't even give us the slightest thrill
Like when you're with a female, but your detective is so small
Can't even pleasure that girl at all,
Lasts eight seconds and then your petit mal
Hearing these styles is oh so bloody dull
Leave it to the pros kid, we were here first
Cause we have some sort of undying thirst
To be the best, no less
Sorry to be the one to burst your bubble
And if you want to start one, i'm well up for trouble.
For the rest of your lines are pretty darn lame
This excrement gotta have soul, straight from the heart
So let me say you're still back at the start
As for your mother, take a few steps back?
She'd have to walk further than the athletes track
Then have to wash the jizz from off've her rack
Might take a while, but i digress
Son, your life's a bloody mess
If your raps are raw you gonna get salmonella
That's pretty bad, gotta stay in bed fella
But would that be too different from the rest of your life?
Writing battle raps in forums out here on the web
Listening to your dubstep going web-web-web
Haven't seen the sun in thirteen days
But let's move on to the last bit, kay
The textbooks been done, i'm bringing something fresher
And not in the sense of being a fresh fresher
Cause i'm old like the hills and i roll with my grills
Gonna cook your raps well done, no lesser
And when they're done you can hang your head in shame
From hearing the lyrical prowess i'm conveying
Now Tyrone look here sunshine, you even trying?
Making a joke out of freestyle, words flying
Left right and centre, but no meaning or skill
It's like if you're trying to make your words kill
When you can't even give us the slightest thrill
Like when you're with a female, but your detective is so small
Can't even pleasure that girl at all,
Lasts eight seconds and then your petit mal
Hearing these styles is oh so bloody dull
Leave it to the pros kid, we were here first
Cause we have some sort of undying thirst
To be the best, no less
Sorry to be the one to burst your bubble
And if you want to start one, i'm well up for trouble.
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Other Stuff / Re: ping 999
« on: December 11, 2011, 01:17:19 PM »
Joined here from a link on facey-b
Mind's pretty empty 'bout Digital-p
But these lyrical atrocities are abusive to me
These words spewin outta your mouths, see;
As amateur you may be
(Never ever gonna get signed to Sony)
Your themes are a crime against humanity
Let's line em up, 1-2-3
Tyrone's from the ghetto? Oh please
Closest thing to the gutter's he's ever been
Half a toke round back of bicycle shed
Tells his mates bout the gash he's had in his bed
Now don't get me wrong, i'm sure that you've tried
But the white stains on the sheets claim that maybe you've lied
Tupac, your namesake's pretty darn good
Gotta have balls to emulate him, if you should
Or maybe you shouldn't; all i'm seein' is drivel
Your rhythms are off, your timing abysmal
Your rhyming abyssal, coming from hell
Where satan sodomised them pretty darn well
Puked them up mangled, covered in gell:
Lube from last night. Your mother won't tell.
Now ViciouZ we go back a decent degree
Hailing from the mighty RDG
We got no beef, i'm sure you'll agree
But your mistake was ignoring that the king is me
While your lyrics are fine, the timing sublime
(Some of yo flow could do with work, mind)
Treason's a crime. You're gonna do time.
See you in hell. I'm out of here. Bye.
Mind's pretty empty 'bout Digital-p
But these lyrical atrocities are abusive to me
These words spewin outta your mouths, see;
As amateur you may be
(Never ever gonna get signed to Sony)
Your themes are a crime against humanity
Let's line em up, 1-2-3
Tyrone's from the ghetto? Oh please
Closest thing to the gutter's he's ever been
Half a toke round back of bicycle shed
Tells his mates bout the gash he's had in his bed
Now don't get me wrong, i'm sure that you've tried
But the white stains on the sheets claim that maybe you've lied
Tupac, your namesake's pretty darn good
Gotta have balls to emulate him, if you should
Or maybe you shouldn't; all i'm seein' is drivel
Your rhythms are off, your timing abysmal
Your rhyming abyssal, coming from hell
Where satan sodomised them pretty darn well
Puked them up mangled, covered in gell:
Lube from last night. Your mother won't tell.
Now ViciouZ we go back a decent degree
Hailing from the mighty RDG
We got no beef, i'm sure you'll agree
But your mistake was ignoring that the king is me
While your lyrics are fine, the timing sublime
(Some of yo flow could do with work, mind)
Treason's a crime. You're gonna do time.
See you in hell. I'm out of here. Bye.
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