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kbfprince

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  1. 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

    fo da renagades and both of ya fans yall probbaly homless homos holdin big white fans i will slay all u cats on da lyrical tip manniose colored benz i push miracle whips i will serve u fools put u on a skillet while ya moms is givn me anotha shiznit

    ima g buddy dont cross da yellow tape

    befire make ya whole face muddy

    my rhymes is better den all da renagades havin a fag fight

    i can laugh wen i say cus i aint afriad to spray it!

    wen da mack 11 goes out ya momma pull her t*tties out

    nah meen Mad Block

    Isn't that from Kanye West? :jusmindyabizness:

  2. 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

  3. 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

  4. 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?

  5. 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

  6. 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

  7. 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

  8. 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

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