kbfprince

Thanks!

:lolsign: This is gonna be a good one

Another pathetic rhyme once again, they just won't give Too hard headed to accept defeat, but if you continue you won't live The battle's coming up, this was just a warm up drill When you'll finally realize WE've got the run of the mill But until then I guess I'll just have to play a long Pena and Scott have no originality, just singing the same song Did you question our hip hop knowledge when you're obsessed with G-Unit? When you're tryna figure out our rhymes like a Shakespere sonnet But ah well, you'll never learn will keep battling on Poser, that's you, you know concept's song Same goes for Scott, Scotty wants to be the king anoint You better get off the joint cause your rhymes don't have a point You made a great statement though, it's obvious you're a newbie You don't need 20 lines? Yesterday how many did you write at 6:40? Come on homie, you can't be contradictory WE'll catch you everytime, run into a us solid like a hickory Watch my flow addicting like sticky sweet honey And watch the eggs drop into my basket like the Easter bunny's Pena and Scott can't freestyle, that's becoming evident The only way you'll restrain me is if you get an order from the president Isn't that from Kanye West? :jusmindyabizness:

It's up to you.

Don't pay atention to Mad Block, he's just another wannabe Down there taking notes while we flow briskly, style stately Our crew holds it down on all cylinders like a tricycle His flow is suspect like a kid on his first bicycle But if Mad insists on trying to battle, then i'll grant his request But you better be prepared to see the end to your conquest You failed, had your chance but just another blown prospect Lost all respect, now you're just another enemy for me to dissect Freestyles weak, been stepped on so many times they creak It took you that long to write? It's sh!t, it reeks I better get you a rememdy for stinking calloused feet You don't even have a flow, your words keep going outta line You can't even rhyme, the only hype verses are mine So FunkyFresh and Renagade have dissed you, but you still don't get it You're the worst, snap your rhyme book shut and forget it Your vocabulary is nonexistant and your rhyme scheme isn't there You're talking about homos while your content is damn near bare Mad's verses can only stand when sexuality is involved I guess he's just another future molester case waiting to be resolved But we all know the ignorant won't listen Even though you're sitting there watch how your eyes glisten Sit there, take it in and get out if you wanna save face You're beat, when you bow your head we all know you aint saying grace

I thought for sure Will would get at least one nomination with Switch being so popular.. but I guess not.

damn..

i can join

You don't have He's The DJ or Rock The House? You should really get them Mike! Classic stuff! Otherwise it's dope cause you made that Cd for Pena.. and now he's here.

I wonder how the show was!

This is halftime, so I've got a couple minutes To put GScott in his place, and I'm gonna finish it I've accomplished what you could never do So accede to my reign, this is one hurdle you'll never get through I see you improving, so I'll feel better for you Scott Still, whenever you read my rhymes against you, you get sweaty and hot Fear's creeping into ya mind, that doubt is coming back You could never suceed even if you borrowed superman's hat It's nothing against you, just against your lack of talent I'm just pointing out the obvious, not to be malevolent Your sole purpose on this board is to be the victim of my raps Even though you keep trying, you never seem to come back from my attacks I'll give you time, if you keep trying I'll give you a rhyme Different types and personalities like the Zodiac signs You're blind, even when you're typing up your rhyme you know I'm the master while on the hip hop chain you're low The game's on now, so it's my time to study the triangle Your heart just skipped a beat, I dismissed you with a little tingle tangle

Thanks a lot Tim!! This kinda stuff never works on dial up.

You must be foolish to think that such wack antics will hit me My reign ain't over, your career is, it's not replacable like a kidney But hey, it's your choice so if you wanna put your "skills" up for show You'll get blown away by yours truly, so just so ya know You're washed up, if you can't see that you're ignorant Like Michael Jackson denying that he grabbed that kid's d!ck JP doesn't have skill neither the will But it's too bad he won't see that he doesn't fit the bill I think you were better when you were bago, but then I wouldn't know You would know better, right but I'm not like you, I can actually flow I'll be gone for a while to watch some basketball, so get outta your hiding Sit tight, post another, unless you're finally realizing?

Welcome! I saw ya in the battle thread.

^ really? They should play something like I Wish I Made that instead!

You haven't mastered anything, still the same after all Bragging like 7 foot centers that can't even ball Joe's like all the other wannabes tryna get in battle Not knowing I can spit venom, deadly like a snake's rattle Haven't you learned after all those sessions on AIM? I was just coming up, but you've just stayed the same I thought you gave up JP, what happened? Couldn't resist? Just to give your pathetic lyrics just one more little test? Wasn't gonna come after ya, but I guess you wanna war If you're so good, why'd so many people sleep on you? You're a bore You can't rhyme with the best, if you caught on that's me The hype flowin' def rhymer something you could never be If ya wanna know, that line wasn't directed at you You're now singing the blues cause you were wrong when you assumed But ah well, just another victim, if you want more post another I'm not impressed, not yet, so I'll leave the door open for ya brother

:kekeke: nice..

I'm hyped! If anyone can record it if they broadcast it, it will be appreciated!

I can't believe you're still trying Mike, it's a wonder Battling you is a rapper's delight, I'm ominous like thunder You can't deny how my lyrics attack you, stick to you You're walking around you with my disses stuck to ya like glue You're a joke, like these newbies signing up to join the fight I'm throwing so much heat out there you'll burn and lose your sight Mike's complaining about how t he odds are stacked up against him? Can you say crybaby? While I'm fire you're just medium Another genitle joke, you've been hanging round Scott too much Instead of spittin, you quit and try to crack jokes and such I'm sorry to say you're not a comedian, not even an able rapper No notable content in your verse, and you're wondering why there are no clappers? Don't believe the hype, No Concept can't hold his own on the mic I wonder how long it'll be til you get fustrated and try to bite You can't battle, but I know you won't admit it Like a circumsized Jewish convert bragging that he can hit it

You piss on people, so that's how you roll Scott you're so pathetic that you gonna miss the bowl? See Concept come in, got ya back for one round and ya think it's done But you can't come close to Joe and KB, squinting at us like the sun Concept knelt to your level, I wonder what else he's doing there Wack rappers must stay together I guess, and y'all make a fine pair Our rhymes will keep striking ya, love it or hate it But untimately you're going down like it was premediated I hate to say it, but Concept, you're going no where When you have to resort to your fantasies to come at me, resist the glare Of my rhymes, you know in time you'll give up your dream And drop out, a McDonalds candidate like all those washed up teens If you wanna take things literally here's one for you to ponder bout If your will is ill then why aren't you already on the stardom route? Yeah, I know you're just a high school kid waiting to be discovered But when my potna and I finish this battle your ashes will have to be recovered You're like a foreigner and repeating every word you hear From ya favorite rapper, and stumbling through them like you were feeling the effects of beer Hold up, think straight if you can muster up the strength While your rhyme might be long and tedious, there's no concept in the length The words that you're typing up have to be said back to you You spit random sh!t, feel me overpowering you like the flu So whatever ya think of next, just make sure that it's dope If it was as sh!tty as your last then for you there's no last hope

thanks!

LOL

GScotty comes back with whole new material But his boasts reign empirical damn downright hysterical Let me break it down, you're in Numero Uno, the place where the best lay Not a play where you and your boy friend have one of your girlie frays If I'd known you'd come back I would have made you a bed in the stable Cause your rhymes are so poor you don't know fact from fable But I'm stable, always here rockin' steady beatboxing like Ready Already got a fanbase while you look at my images from getty Scotty still in a child like state of mind, he's blind to the masses You're like Stevie Wonder in a big hall looking for your glasses I said it, I meant it, you're a joke anyone could see Scotty would give up and I'd be victorious inevitably, once again This boy's pen ran out as soon as he started getting beat My lyrical punches will stick to ya like a soccer field with cleats First dissed and dismissed by Joe now by the amazing, hold it Why even diss him when he’s coming with prewritten composition? I unfold it, now ya hiding from me in the closet, don’t bother Imagining we’re all after you sexually like your father? I’m sorry, but even with your mind you must know by now The better MC, me will reign now take your last bow Feel the heat rising up from the lyrics that I spit? You better start rethinking bout using those lines that you bit And I know ya shaking your head, laughing but ya should be worried While ya in ya stable taking the dirt nap, you might be buried Overwhelmed by the lyrical prowess of the kid, kbf The title I’ll hold from now til the moment of my death While ya jokes are fun on the street, talking to your friends This is the big stage, you challenged me? Pay your dividends I know you won’t manage a half decent reply Still busy wiping the sweat and tears off your blood shot eyes

Still sounds distorted, but a little better. If you could get this perfect, it would be a dope track!

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