Greatest Kuwaiti Rapper.
With arab/kuwaiti rap on the rise(And not necessarily in a good way), I thought I would take the time to talk about the Greatest Kuwaiti Rapper (Moby and Nibaq also agree), the self proclaimed greatest rapper in Asia, Mazeo aka Big Mo aka Modus Operandi aka Panama Jack and the Big Game poachers and … you get the point.
Now don’t get me wrong; I support these other kids trying to make music in Kuwait .. I just don’t think its that good. Most of them are rapping about killing people in the hood, selling/taking crack, gang associations and girls girls girls; the majority of this done in a 2pac-esque flow with quite limited word substance. I don’t know what hoods/projects we have in Kuwait that can even compare to the ones in Detroit… One of my friends even mentioned to me that there was a rap group in Kuwait that called themselves “Wolfpack” and one of their members is called “Puff Smoke” .. er .. yeah! I still havent heard any music from them , so I can’t really judge their lyrical prowess.
Back to the Greatest Kuwaiti Rapper, I will let the music speak for itself.
Mazeo - Ever Rolling Wheel (remix)
Original track, made with Abdulhaleem Hafiz samples.
Mazeo - Heaven (must be like this)
Mazeo - Smack Fags
*right click, save target as.
The last song, Smack Fags…I know the beat; I heard it somewhere else. He has a weird lisp. The second song’s lyrics are so dull.
Rappers in Kuwait
http://alien-records.com/index2.php
sorry actually this is a better link
http://www.army-one.com/
pretty funny stuff
oh and here are the guys hanging out in the hood
http://www.army-one.com/downloads/group09.jpg
Erzulie:
Smack Fags uses the beat from Clap Back by Ja Rule.
As for the 2nd song, Listen a bit closer .. he isnt talking about a girl (or a guy for that matter).
Mark:
Some of those guys are actually quite good … but yeah .. the pictures are a bit too much.
Thanks for the links. Heard the first song. Not that bad actually. It’s good that they’re at least trying, y’know? I think I went to school with two of them (two different schools) Phelony and err QB.
Thank you K for busting some shit from the vaults….anyone hatin, yall can eat a zamboni with extra sludge….
These are pretty funny…I didn’t know either that there were hoods in Kuwait :o)
I know DJ Crow, but I don’t think he qualifies as a rapper :o)
But yeah, I better stop ‘hatin’
rotfl
hey saap yo am raven the call me rave will u must be mistaken coz there is real rappers in kuwait will an they rap for real an ya p.smoke is ma hommi and hes tight u batte listen to him we got a mixtape idintity if u wana know more holla…
I have no idea what you just said.
I hate rap
yo this big mo character is kinda tight if he wanna record some shit let em hit me back u got my email send me and ok and i’ll give my cell number anyway don’t judge what u havin heard cuz we aint all mofuckin nigga wannabes
I know Dub-G & Nawaf from Alien Records
and DJ Crow is an ancient friend
I do admit I like the stuff Army of One do
but yah…. its weird they act all gangsta and ghetto when they drive around in flashy cars and never been to a ghetto in their life
yo,
arabs rapping? rapping doesn’t suit arabs at all.
’tis a freaky world.
refuse to break down n lose ma strength
but im so fucked up that i might cuz ma own death
it went too far i cant go to that depth
but still… fuck keez he is just a son of a bitch.. n it goes..
blabilin bout how i took of ma wail while his mama takes it all off to suck a man’s dick
psychietrist figured thats the reason turned keez to loner gay
he get fucked in the ass almost twice aday
if ur a faggot why u sayin dat shit about kay
u pussy as we had’ve had it with ur attitude
as we did.. your friends will too
“you me?”
look at the mirror n check wut u c
u’ll c noen..if im for u shit ur just a faggot kid cant handle the reality
u lived for nothin as u would die did nothin but lived a life practesin hustelin
want me to write soem new?
well heres soem bout u
keez chickened out of ma man..that was afraid to talk to me
n wuts cute..the fag couldnt say it he sent an M S G
n then collects his strength just fronta his friends
sayin:if ur a tough gir take off ur vail infronta ur parents!!
u dump ass i do,u think i live with em in this covered appearance?
i aint ashamed to spit out wut u smsed
cuz ur the pussy who doesnt want me to get his life messed
till now this is too much..but thats y im stronger
btw i will still study n be better than u Mr ( i wanna be casanova)
nigga..if im ugly..then ur a beast.
the evil inside u on ur face appears
this aint a diss its bout one of 100s that i met
all i did do is aks if i could use ur set
alot loved ma lyrix liked ma personality
u think id give a fuck if one man dispise me
u say i’d never step to ur level..
ofcouurse i wouldn’t
u cant be civil
u aint just shit ur a fucked up lonitic
nigga.. ur full of crap..
u got shocked ba ma rhymes,, thats y u aksed me to quit Rap
look at me this is the next day n i still breathe…nigga
since i talked to u i knew i would get decieved ..nigga
but i wanted to see how sick u r
u sit there be as bitchy as u want while i become a star
u’ll remain a fuckin faggot..ripped cloth with no cash
livin your life on heroin n smokin up hash
i aint in a hurry to show u wut im capable of
this is just a way to say i dont give a fuck even if you ripped ma cold heart off
..
while i study.. earn ma money with dignity.. u will always be the drug deala that be knockd by the cops
he`s like : i quit that shit but its in his blood he never stops
despite how i stink.. as u mentioned n ma shitty rappin n words
i will achived ma goals that will fuckin cut u up as swards
wait n see..we aint in a hurry!!
plus it’s worth it
now thats ur shits n mine revieled lets show em u got no dick..
so ur girl would no why u fuck her with a doldos
but she’d leave u alone..after she knows
not for that.. but for tha fact that u opened a virgin
ur girl left to britin.. n thats one fuckin went to germen
keez..we both knw u`ll end up alone with no body witcho..
n even if i wont rap i got ma homies who got ma back too
n u will be stappped bleedin out guilt n regret that been fillin u
im allizay u can say wut u like i dont walk with ma head down
u can do ur best to break me down but i will always come around
see.. i still in college so i got a back up
but if u failed in this rap feild u will get pretty fucked up
ma grades are high..just like u whn u blaze up
ya`ll everybody if u stilll alive join ma battle
this is an invitation to knock that nigga n win the games castle
this man is a savage..i cant diffrentiate him from a garbage
ur such a loser to be in college
this teenage life isnt for long term dude
whn ur 30 dependin on rap but it fucked u up.. u gunna become a prostitute?
atleast i wanna do this as a hobby
while i walk with ma white coat u will be cleanin down the lobby
by then u’ll realize u aint shit n suice
the tragic..would hit no body..cuz u and human dont socialize
ur friends gunna leave u.. cuz U STINK LIKE THE SHIT U R motha fucka
i’ll leave u with these words so enjoy this heaven on earth till u turn to a real sucka
wallaw enik kesart 5a6ry cuz ur mentality is sooo damn small
u job ppl on appearance cuz u got no character at allll
after wut u told me i still walk tall
i proud of ma shits..as u claim n im more glad i aint u
i still laugh n smile despite wut i been through
pota-madre..kiss ma ass u retarted
do ur best to diss me nigga.. cuz now im all set
man ur shits r too much.. seems like i cant stop
showin up ur holes boxer..thinkin (look at me im hot)
ur just anotha wanna be.. cryin out loud cuz u aint american
n wuts even worse why u with u had a pussy insted of bein a man
cry lil baby its ok..ama tell nobody
i’ll juz mention it here n makes ur fucked up life even more lousy
thats its for now come back another time
give me more hints about ur shits so i can spit em up im ma rhyme….Nigga
allizay
correction: wail–> vail*
WoooooOOOooooooW Great!!!
I hope you are not talking about the lyrics that someone just commented .. that has to be some of the most un-original lyrics I have ever read. Well .. at least it rhymes, thats always a plus.
wat the fuck!? u call him ”the greatest kuwaiti rapper”
fuck it.. i knw way much betta ‘q8y’ ppl that spits better than that shit… calling him the best kuwaiti rapper..
FUCK IT!!!
i dun really give a fuck if its good or not :P..
i just wanted to say wut i wanted n i did..
n as they call it.. it was just a classes NOV!
Fig:
Yes, I am sure the kids that play basketball behind Marina Mall can carry a flow better than Jay-Z. Thats why they all sound like Tupac with a speech impediment.
Listen to the lyrics and song again … your obvoiusly delusional.
Allizay:
You should give a a ‘fuck’ if it was good or not, because if you keep putting crap out there (just because you wanted to say it) people are going to think your an idiot. And I have no idea what that last comment meant.
Fig?? wtf ur talkin bout?
i just made this cuz i got pissed at Keez!! i dun give a fuck who is good n who is not! i do wut i do. n if they r better than me so be it.. good for em! all i care
o shako “u call him ‘’the greatest kuwaiti rapper’’??
i am a girl!!
yal ma9roo3 ana Allizay.. ur mama!
n i knw i aint da greatest n shit,, but u knw me..i dont do disses i just do lyrical life inscriptions. n this is cuz i cant fight with ma fist
He is talking about my original post, where I believe Mazeo is the greatest kuwaiti rapper.
oo.. never heard of mazeo.. k.. r u kay?
Shako.. kids behind the courts carry betta flows…
u drunk..
im sayin there is better people.. than ur lil frnd… who flows shit… ne’way…
u sayin Mazeo’s the greatest?
wanna bet… if i bought u or if i did u a track… smashin every q8y track ever made?
Translation:
Kids behind the courts carry better flows; you are drunk. I meant to say that there are better people that your friend; who flows like shit. I would like to place a wager on the rap qualities of Mazeo and myself. In which my track will smash every Kuwaiti song released.
Fig:
Get me a song that ’smashes; every Kuwaiti track ever made and I will post it on my blog.
K @ thekuwaiti.com
I’m going to jump into this fray out of necessity to rage out some thoughts and arguments about the whole subject of rap in kuwait, and linking it to the alleged placement of big m as being the greatest kuwaiti rapper.
the growth of rap in kuwait to me personally is highly problematic. rap in its purest essence, blommed out of the trails and tribunials of the minorities in north america, influenced by their traditions of music and rhymming. Rap grew and adapted various styles into its fold, in order to develop an outlet for the unheard, marginallized groups of society.
over the years, rap became quite popular, and in my opinion had slowly been eroded of its original aims to something more marketable, more pop…which like its cousin, rock music, has killed rap. but that is another story
now the growth of rap in kuwait, and even the arab world, is not a nartual thing, but rather it is a grasp by the youth of something that is deemed “hip”, “cool”, and “trendy”, it lacks the real essence of what rap is…its a voice for the unheard, the weak, the wretched, a message to the rest…and i think that the attempt of gangsterazation nowdays in our lands is fucking silly, superfacial,and is a cheap way to express yourself. It shows the identity crisis that has developed in the generation and external cultural penetration of americana. again that is whole other road all onto itself.
now with the case of big moe being the greatest rapper in kuwait…prehaps its a bold statement, although it could be true since the quailty of rappers and rap skills is pathetic here and now. Big moe, has flow, he has wonderful lyrical skills, hes creative and imaginative…he raps about life, friends, and his experiences…he utilizes rap, they way it should be utilized…as a form of TRUE experssion. Sure, mazeo sometimes falls into what i dub the “gansta illusionary trap” which i wished he wouldnt, but nonetheless he does rise above it msot of the time.
This places him directly on a higher plane than the rest of the bunch who talk about their shit, but are considered great due to their hot beats and tough guy lyrics.
its not about the “heroin”, the “gunz blazen’”, the “bitches”, “benjamins”, or even “the chronic”
its not about being gansta, because to be gansta is something a person here would never understand, and thankfully would not need to have such a way of life. The romanticaization of such a life is one of the sad realities of our times… prehaps if we take these kids to the ghettos of america, jamica, and other cities, lets see how long they can last with their ganstaisms.
heres a definition that maybe can wipe the fog:
Our Living Language The culture of hip-hop has been the source of dozens of words and expressions in American English, of which rap is one of the most familiar. The word is probably a development ultimately of rap meaning “to hit.” It shows up in the early 1900s in the extended meaning “to express orally,” as used by so notable a figure as Winston Churchill in 1933. Over the next few decades it came to mean “to discuss or debate informally,” a meaning that was well established in the African-American community by the late 1960s. A decade later the word was applied to an evolving style of music characterized by, among other things, beat-driven rhymes of an often improvisatory nature.
sick verbals i spit that engrave your chest bitch
they like razor blade, they slit, deep, ma names lit!
lyrical attacks, a fact, you flow wack , im back
like busta , just call this the big bang
when i start freein, your whole crew starts fleein
you say ill end up in drugs , you correct the word vail
i swear to god bitch , your bf endings in jail
i sick when i spit it, im sicka fags yall gotta wake
alizay amauru, that whole name is fake
you call your self true, bitch well here the ansa
were in kuwait, show me where the fuck you c gangstaz
you better start playin with your dolls , go see dolphins
before i cut your branch of the family tree “orphan”
yea i said you stink and bitch you smell like rotten fish
youll never graduate of uni, your too smelly, shave your armpits,
ill rip your guts out and clean you off the suface
make you the first bitch droppin her soap on purpose
excuse ma ill language,but your one of those pac wanna be’s
cant you see the niggaz dead, let him rest in peace
for gods sake get off his dick, ma calls beef
3 more lines im bettin your calls peace,
you can fuck with an ill mc like me
ill get you fadded, guess who made it to the top of your head, some more fleas,
when i say i quit blazin, thats a said and a do,
when you say you quit shit, your like fake, so i doom
aiiyo people peep this, she calls her self so hard
why u aint wearin the scarf when your moms thinks you are,
your scurred, your so sick in the head, im sick with ma lyrics
one spit on your body , ma saliva will take away your spirit
, peep game your in the mist of a hog,you slut
your so ugly, id never fuck you id rather stick ma dick in ma but,
i guess now your pissed , so let it go lil bitch
this is lesson numbet one from keez, dismissed!
yo can diss me dismiss me outa this wuts bliss for me..
i still walk tall with pride even if soo fuckin ugly..
i aint a 2pac wanna be i just admire his personality
n wut if ama wanna be why ya mad at me?
aint ya actin like a gangsta thinkin we live as the USA society?
keez even if i dun graduate atleast i got to join the Uni
ya just a pussy…
rather fuck ur own tooshi
that wouldnt surprise me, cuz i already knw ya aint straight
n despite the fact i laughed cuz i liked ur words but ama get this of ma weight
cuz i know ur fate is to never change n be the same retarted maniac
while keep scriptin Allizay Shakur under ma track
u think u would fade? com’mon baby erry body knows i always come back
so u can set up your words against mine..am ready fo a new attack
go record n do ur shits,, i got plans better than that
that i even wonder why i waste ma time over u. u fag
but heres a P.S before i leave..
u can obstract ma heart out turn it blood black
kill ma whole familia..make me morn till i sniff crack
make me watch ma man go to jail.
no more As n i just fail
i still got ma dignity but u got noen
cuz if ya a real man u wouldnt fight with a woman
u maybe keez..but u’ve lost the key to ur mind
hope u dislikes these words of mine
but keep these words in ur mind
i maybe a bitch..
“but even male-bitches exists”
im only battelin wid ma words cuz i wouldnt dirt over u ma fistu can swear curse n cuss on me
im down for round one 2 n threeya just a son of a bitch.. go a head call me a hoe
n so? u gunna get ma ass sued for fuckin every dude?
man..this is half rude of wut i can do whn i spit
i would renew every line n exchange it wid a fact of ur shits
i really wanna end this nc ya cryin
but the truth if i did u would end up dyin
atleast im tryin to survive in ma life n go on
witout a :’( on ma msn topic n bein stoned
n wuts ur prob wid da scarf?
its ma life i put it or take it off..
n yes.. i had a dick in ma mouth to suck it n sperm on ma chest..
now i got a pen in ma right pocket. n a knife in ma left
n u know why u wouldnt find a bitch like me?
cuz aint no girl will stand n say fuck keez
so fuck keez
u can diss me again.
n ama try to have time for u ma pussy friend
big moe is a great rapper.. i heard his songs on another blog.. he’s really great
much *props*
www.soundclick.com/tendino
2nd time i blast, your dickwhip, im fast,
when i write, and when i ryhme, ma time i class
your skills are beyond wack , you just wanna show off
dont make me diss you so bad, that youll hang your self with your own scarf,
i dont respect you, cuz u aint a women
id beat you up physically and lyrically, now tell me what more mind blowin
im like a torch, dont get it twisted, cuz ur ass dont understand
i aint balltlin a woman im battlelin a fan!
i hard when i kick it, i throw punches like tyson
lift you 5 ft off the air, bitch just call you the tryflin!
often im nice with the beat, but the level has just risin
so whatch the only keez, swing with his heat
i bring you to your feet, thats defeat!
people i just murkin with this kid, so call me the child abuser
she couldnt come out with one hot track even if dre was the producer
i puttin work on the mic, ma plans just workin this dyke
alizay, you just syke, and swifty i handle this fight!
this next lesson im just inflictin, its just stressin with its symptoms,
swifty to me you aint ma chanlenger, your just the next victim
stop lynchin, i aint livin it like the get a track on your
U-S
ma rymes is the best, and ma lyrics are the truest
im so cruel when im with it, your rhymin it , i fuckin live it!
so give it!, just wait ill get a track on your ass
ill call this your last warning, and call the track the murder act!
i aint done witcho nigga..
ya’ll c me with tears on your face
ma man would use a trigga
but i’ll let u live with disgrace
ya da one dat showin off actin like ya can handle this game
go suck ur mama boobs nigga.. grow up, then join the men’s lane
u can make a diss over me in a whole album
while ma rhymins will be the fuckin public anthom
hijo de puta..ama keep fuckin witcho ova n ova..
cuz for me ur like da black elvis
i wonder how u’d sell this!!
com’on confiss..ya know dat your just filled wid shits
if ya aint scared f swifty..u wouldnt panic n aks him fo Mercy
do u think ama shamed of da bollshits ya sayin?
ima gir wid two hearts one to live n the otha specialized in hatin
so do your best use all the cursed in a dictionary
ama sit here n rest waitin u to cuz a real injury
i guess im done wid ma part
now its ma man’s job
2 smash ya down the streets n do him a blow job
like u used to do fo ma X..
so here’s a plan 4 wuts next
go find a desent job to get a jeans on ur size
we dont need to see ur boxer with a big whole on da side
for me im doin this cuz i got shits tht i hold against u
ya doin this to get attention like ya always do
ya think i would give a fuck i got one more enemy?
i wouldnt give a fuck u killed da best of me..
clean his right hand, talk to me when your a man
i’ll leave u with this promise n this final scam
you’ll get physically ripped even thou i aint no soldeir
but after all these are just words
ima show u the real torture
ive gone easy at first, but fuck it i raise the level
to me your like generic version of the rebels!
your rap suck so much it fuckin wet, mines is dry
so if u talkin bout killin, your the one to die
takin bout jobs, boxers, and fuckin jeans
ma rymes will hit you so hear itll make you fuckin lean
you aint some real comptition yours just ma ginnuie pig
im the professer in this lab, i do the testin ,u dig
your fake, you say you got 2 hearts, for gods sake
i bet one is for me to rip out the other 1 for u to hate
ill make your life a misery lyrically and physically
you coksucker can rap, tonight your ass is history
ill put you down on the books as another fuckin mystery
i retort with flames, i know your ass cant do shit to me
i know i get attention, and fuckit im lovin it
youll be sittin next to swifty, he got a pusy, you suckkin it
your head ill be rubbin it, schemes act toughen bitch!
lean back , suck ma dick, in your dreams you peica shit
callin me the black elvis, yo that a compliment
ill kick you on you pelvis, im that confident!
your breath and verse stink, i say you go cop a mint,
ma rymes real fuckin ill , 100%
you gotta work on your grammer, and do a double spell check,
your fuckin words and so wrong, is this the primary sec,
you cant work with ma skills, ill fuckin break you like big bills, sit still, i got a flue with my rymes, thats why i spit ill,
suckin dick aint my type, its more like swifty bitch,
bitin real rappers names, get offa d12 dick!
ill fuckin shut down your system, take you lines and twist them
shove em up your ass, you aint no real compotion.
im out , kapish! you and your fake spanish rap
i just murdered you with this, may you not reast in peace,
i may suck if i do u wouldnt fuck wid me
then why tha hell u intrested to do this diss agaist me?
if everybody knows ur the best freestyler in kuwait city..
n ma fist diss started with the best
then im better than u even if i dont get ma spellin checked
this isnt over..
the real battle soon will start
ama c u MR wanna be a casanova.. with your head toren apart
..
ma words are so simple.. but lets see who’s gonna laugh hard!!
thanx fo da apology :p
ofcourse you started with the best no test,
ma lyrics stress, fuckin penetraite your ass and your breasts,
who the fuck said this is over, ma games still comin,
by the time, im finnished with this, ill see your ass runnin,
cant wait for the real battle, matter of fact, this is over,
cuz i dunno what the fuck is up with you and cosanova,
stay off his dick, and stay off mine trick!
talkin bout ma head torn, yea im fukin growin horns
im the bull and your the cowboy, ma legs is steppin on!
your words is simple like simon, i flex when im rymein
you hit the ex, fuckin dead like a bitch sublimin
aint no apology said, your ass pled for the gimcrack
now your times up, im crusin your bones with this feedback
ill put ma hands through your chest and hold your cardiac muscle,
the blood flow in your vessels explodes, your fuckin fossils,
dont test ma skills kid, ma vocals fill grids,
your voice sounds like a fuckin whore coppin pills quick!
ill push your body so hard dike, ill make your heart land on the right side,
aiiyo im better, your bitter, ma rhymes just fuckin glitter
ill splater your ribcage, change your name to whore quiter!
ive had it, ill split your fuckin wig, then ill spit, freakin slit your arm and rip your tendons out bitch,
you hypocrit, talkin about shit you dont do but u did!
ill emit a waveform, that’ll shakaraze your outfit,
so dull when you rap, and so null you dont rip,
you just trip, talkin bout your life so messed, get a gip
ill fuckin whip, all your write, take it back through your lips, zip it up , throw u out, you got an expired membership!
i aint writin nothin back no more cuz your shit is wack and u aint worth my time!
and guess what from what people said who read that shit said that i murdered u!
so get over it
u wanna freestyle battle then get it on,, theres a freestyle compotion either this week or next week,,,, if u up to ur fake ass words then show up!
ill let u know details of place and time of the compotion when i know for sure!
and there people will see who gets served with a cherry on top!
wassup wit this fuckin dwarf in a scarf tryna diss and shit
what u been snortin shit keez will fuckin eat u up in fuckin 4 bars
u diss him u diss me this what i gotta say
this nasty hoe can’t diss for nuthin
i’ll hit you so hard it’ll hurt your distant cuzzin
and dont think im bluffin
im serious i’ll burn this tranvestite muffin
keez ate u up like you dessert
you the type of bitch niggaz pay to keep on her shirt
this queer queen latifah is gettin murked
if i say fuck u i would crush ya
but i stick shit in u like it was chinese acupunture
now u got it bad and all fucked up
how u smell like shit even tho rhymes are all washed up
u winnin come out of it
i’ll take a shit and make u swallow it
usually i wouldnt have this patience
but i neava beefed with someone who sucked dick on a regular basis
and they only a couple inches
the only time u be talkin to me is when ur washin my dishes
u c its a damn shame
pple still dont know ur name
no one taught this trick how to behave
she listened to some tupac songs now she actin all brave
lookin like she just came outta a cave
i drop lines not that im merciless
but this bitch aint even worth ma niggas piss
she comin up wit rhymes so moronic
not knowin she gettin smoked like chronic
in rap u wont get no where like a rat in the wheel
cuz keez will give u a scarr like that nigga seal
u say u live lavish like an actress
when in reality u cant even afford a mattress
i make u dumb and dumber like jim carrey
u aint him but u sure smell like a dirty harry
walla if i knew ur just a kid i wouldnt start this..hehe
first i should reply on ur last then say”i aint writin ne thing back”..
i aint dissin and i aint blessin
but u dissin ma gurl while im livin
if allizays name is fake
look at urs keez for god sake
so ur the salaiva man
the one who unleashed the aids and ran
ok ya leme introduce ma self
im hard like tony montana in scarface
so for u its a hard race
wait leme tight ma shoe lace
1,2,3,Go,i win
as ma hommie md says i dont care if ur 2 or 10
pac is one of the best rappers ever been
so u think wat u spit is rap
man dont fool ur self its just a bunch of crap
so lets take a look at this map
it shows how u got born
your mom heard ma lyrics and gave u birth
but i didnt know that she didnt teach not to curse
specially a female,if u call ur self a male
its an old tale
first i wreck ya home
then i burn ya hood
im sorry for bein rude
but ur the one who changed ma mood
and for doin that
ima get u runnin nude
after i bring some fellas and let em take ur manhoood
heheh keez n his bitch, ya just talk the talk ha??
this is just some words as u said… but there is more to do than just spit..
if there were a show..keys wouldnt open up
cuz his typical style gettin more fucked up
c these shoes?? ya under
ya’ll never be steavy wonder
n kids fyi..i wont surrender
ppl when it come to fists these bitches become to tender
im writin outa fun..ya doin this outa rage
ya a fuckin poponkolo..ya will never change
till u become solo..no one would care if ya hit da stage
if ma spanish rap is fake..then so is ur english
start rappin in arabic n become the kuwaiti curtis
ma style is as a poet..rap is a revolution against poety
guess ya never knew dat kid..o pardon me
i meant ya piece of shit
wut u do is crap but with a silent c
i put down real stories,,ya talk bout bitches n money
but i wouldnt blame ya
ya were raised in the gutter
where u eat ma leftovers..n drink ma piss as water
you’d never get your glory
cuz u will always remain tha faggot who live up in a collapsed storey
ya hit punches like tyson??
nigga you fuckin freaked out whn ya knew ma man is vicon!
the reason ya like to drag attention cuz nigga ya sick
it means ya lack self-esteem,even aks a psychitric
i took your diagnose
now let me annylize this
ya fuckin suck in lyrics all ya do is disses
your a kid his parents couldnt grant your wishes thats why u grew up so visiose
even though i admit im wack but you couldnt handle em
cuz thats why ya brought up a friend
ur fuckin 16?
n i wonder why when he talks his mouth dripples
his whole body shivles
i can acually see the crack in this kid’s vessels
n those r the results of a child who is paranoi’d
the truth is even ur best friends fuckin hate ya. yout talented in gettin em annoyed!
faggot?? ya just panic even though your life already a tragic,, i wouldnt make worse..even if i could
but i’ll keep remindin ya how fucked up it is n how ur happiness got chewd
it wont be a beef..just a brief look at who u r
who grew up with a mom who’d fuck a man in his buick car
now i c why ya told me (i dont give a fuck bout em)
talkin bout ur parents whn ya wanted me to sneak in
ima lyrical kinda person..aint much into dissin
but ya stuck to a level that contains just cursin
cuz ya aint civilized..hope soon ya’ll realize this is 2006
get outa ur cave..act brave ur so fuckin pothatic
your anger would blow u up..try some hemetic
n next time ya ready for this..try to do it with out ur bitches
n before i leave…
dear lord crucify ma pain n release me from ma chain
get me some hash n a GUN, with 2 bullets on
i shot keez first n u better not run
ma enimies got me a heart disease
all i have is 1 bullet left, can’t u see
am a shoot all u mutha fuckaz in a straight line!
u better holla at ma signs!
say wat u say!! but imma make u pay!
you gay
he ate me up in 4 verses..
but i ate him up in 4 bars you faggot
I aint dissin and i aint blessin
but u dissin ma gurl while im livin
if Allizay’s name is fake
look at urs,Keez,for god seek
so ur the salaiva man
who unleashed the Aids and ran
yah leme introduce ma self
im hard like Tony Montana in scarface
so for u its a hard race
wait leme tight ma shoe lace
1,2,3,GO,I WIN
as ma hommie MD says
i dont care if u r 2 or 10
Pac is one of the best rappers eva been
so u think wat u spit is rap
man dont fool ur self its a bunch of crap
so lets take a look at this map
it shows how u got born
your mom heard ma lyrics and gave u birth
but i didnt know that she didnt teach u not to curse
specially a female,if u call ur self a male
its an old tale
first i wreck ya home
then i burn ya hood
im sorry for bein rude
but ur the one who missed with ma mood
so for doin that ima get u runnin nude
after i bring some fellas and let em take ya manhood
the wanted rises
nomatter the crisses
we still gonna rise
do not jeopordise
we slay u in here n send u up to paradise
it’s the WR thats who we r
we still got it going on…on n on
its MD, allizay, n 2d da don
we’ll calm down allizay
to leave u today
my fists hit like stingray.. missiles
with only 1 hit “bam” ur back 1 mile
u against she…man keep it real
we’l turn u numb u wont even feel
the damage we’ll cause nobody can heel
we will stand tall while we see u kneel
u won’t agree but for us its a deal
we wipe out fake gees
all u do is point n tease
u call ur self keez…bitch please
danm ur wack
it aint an opinion its a fact
when i attack its a double impact
dont mess around or ya ass we’ll hijack
we’ll take ur man hood
make u a bitch for good
i can damage ya brain
with ma lyrical context
i can turn u insane
with a one eye contact
il prove we’r way betta
before starting to react
we’r keepin it real
we do not act
u will lack
hatred n hostility
its for sure it aint a probability
so bitch it’ll be what we wanted it to be
put the pieces of the puzzle
u aint qualified to start against alliazay a battle
so when u gon settle
and get the fact
that ur still a nomad with a camel
maybe a lil betta
couse ur talkin scientific
so leme try
im like the enzyme which breaks u down
or u can say im like the dog who barks and ya tha dog that frowns
im like the virus which hits ur mind tell u get down
so no need to wonder why people say ur a clown
and lil crazy like james brown
i dont care u represnt which town
i can take u down in 1 round
so listen to tha gospel sound
couse ur time is now
so dont waste ur time in writin rhymes
go try to find out wat u did in ur life
so u be ready 4 the end of time
if u call james brown crazy then u dont know me
nigga cant u come up wit somethin more than fuckin m.d
i’ll Shove cock in your hoe
put ma dick in your face u bout to blow
put m.d on a crucifix
everybody know u da bitch
even in this heat u wont be the hottest
know when heard of u like the all white Globetrotters
i dunno what u been snortin’
keez mother paid for his birth while ur brokeass mother couldnt pay for abortion
how u rap it aint irellevant
cuz ur rhymes as wack as that show called arrested devolpment
i’ll burn all ur asses u wont some
come on allizay u knew the outcome
wigga i know u run alot u aint gotta mention it
u retarded but u cant afford a therapist
i neva heard no one diss himself before
i guess thats what happens when a bitch is way down in your core
or u get a virus passed on by allizay shakur
if u got a gun shoot me take it out your holster
u cant hide that shit come on take out those backstreet boys posters
get serious u cant win
ur as bitch as allizay which makes u her identical twin
my heart to cold
my rhymes will make u fall off the stage like ur bob dole
u aint a writer u aint neva seen a notepad
when i’ll c u i fuck u up but till then its all bad
yo i didnt even wats me fuckin time to read your shit,
i can tell your raps wack, cuz i just skimmed that shit,
talkin bout pac, being tha greatest there ever is,
doo the fuckin niggaz dead, get of his dick!
call your self 2d da don, you c your wrong, i bet your fuckin 17 , ma styles heron!
talkin about scarface, and how hard u is,
the only thing goin hard is your dick readin this!
cuz ma style hot, your styles, dont fuckin breathe
ill leave alone in the circle, scremin out for greve!
fool is what i hunt for, i like murikin your styles
its so bitten , i can even see it says a wanna b child!
never come with that shit that u posted twice!
ill fuckin diss your ass out the game , im not nice
im just hard when i kick it, ill take you and allizay at the same time,
ill murder you with ryhmes, tear you apart with punchlines
as i c it your wack, alizay cant fade ma style, thats why she got 3 more wack ass rapper to even try
doo’s you dont know what u into, this is a lyrical battle
ill take 3 of u at one time , ill make you rattle,
shiver, i differ ma lyrics cuttin your liver,
ill eat yyall up with a fork and a knife, get the picture?
blister, yall fuckin mad cuz i dissed her, im a twister, munch your fukcin lines, i c u pissed hA!
hard with ma Heat, i burn you like mosquite,
im like LL in kuwait, all i do is eat eat eat,
MCs with no juice, you got no heat, you gt it sweet
i got so fuckin sour, cuz all i do is rock the street,
you can never , never take a nigga like me!
if you wanna bring it on, just call ma phone, ill free for free!
im sick of yall fakes aktin hard, callin your self G
the only this i see in you is GAY, that starts with a g
so rhyme all you want, cunt, ill drink your juice,
i fuckin take the mic off u , like papoose
callin me a bitch, fuckin trick im older than you
my rymes fuckin shine, unlike your they dull and older than you,
you talk shit, admit that your styles is wack hoe
ill make you, md and that other fuck lean back like fat joe
i swear to god you cant take me you just retort cuz you stupid,
you dont wanna feel embaressed , so u just write more wack rymes thats boo kid!
ill make yall kiss ma ass, cuz youll feel sorrow , fuckin knobs
cuz all ill do is serve you with a cherr on top!
lets get it on, you wanna get it on with the best
you get jiglled and wrecked, fukcin bitches your wet!
never try me , cuz if u do, you wont be able to walk by me
when i rap i eveole to the great hulk, your fuckin TINY!!
ma merderous massacrre made midgets mummble more,
maniacs must morph, ma mass merks manoloes!
you yappin yes yep yo, mother fuck you hoes,
cant do damge , danger dooms from me like a savage,
motherfuckers you dead to me thats how i hav it!
ill challenge all you clowns whenever , wherever u want, just post it bsck shit\, it can even be tomorrow, up to ur fake scared asses
. i bet u wont show up just like the bitches u r!
alizay ill rip your tendons out your muscles, so cut the tenison,
lytically im beyond you level sinentifically
ill eat u fuckers up tripally! you rap is so typical, i call u tipically,.
after i die fuck my music youll feel me spiritually
ill crack your skulls and smash your faces into the mic, now u know what im like,
ill feel like the spirit of grand master flex got into me, you fuckin dykes,
ma verbal glitses will damage you offence, all you writin is nonsence!!
i spit nastier than the nastiest u ever heard,
fuckin broke mother fucker, you aint hardcore, ill smak the shit outta your mother,
you think you gutter, ill leave u dead on the curb, like what happened on the movie american history X, your soft like butter,
ill hunt you down like your ma preys, cuz the judgement day for u is an empty place! ill send you there with a fuckin hole in your face!!!
u call ur self keez
bitch please
u tryna act all gangsta while they fuck ya ass
bitch its aids u gone pass
il blow ma lyrics n shatter u like glass
with ma lyrical words il fuck ur brain mentally
u talk like u gone do sth physically?
bitch u cant see me
watcha gone do?
call ur friends n start to tease me
hahaha
ur nothin but a bitch
u had a problem with a lady n now u snitch
u can talk u can blabir all day long
wat ur really doin is makin every dick go on u di dong dong dong
u call wat u wrote a diss
bitch wat is this?
when i hit i dont really miss
wat did u expect?
someone comin to u sayin sorry n gives u a kiss
bitch every dick goes on u erect
com on now keep it real
u think actin gangsta n smokin trees gone make u feel?
u aint got a dick u aint got nothin at all
watch behind cuz ur ass might fall
its like an open door
every dick pumps in it n hits its core
its u who i hate but its ya ass that i adore
diss me curse me i dont really care
cuz in ya ass i stuffed sth rare
do wat u can cuz i dare
u see ima midget im four feet tall
and unlike u im a full man with 2 big balls
let me settle this now
il play with ya mind just like dice
il do it mentally ul get an emotional breakdown
ur whole spirit will how into the ground
u wont hear anythin but the silence’s sound
u’ll try seeking for help but nobody will be around
i will keep huntin ur soul just like a hound
dont read the rhyme
read between da line
il finish fuckin u n ur soul will be mine
u and cashbitch going straight down
n we gone shine
i broke all ya verses with only 1 line
im a saint i neva did a sin
o ma bad
i didnt count the time i fucked ya dad
a cute muffin ass is all he had
i still cant difrintiat is it a deed or sth bad
wipe that tear from ur eye dont be sad
i didn’t realize that ma lyrics gone make u mad
hahaha
i know u gonne diss back
cuz its hatred n hostility u gone lack
u cash bitch
didn’t ya mama tell u not to interfere
cuz i’ll bring ya end so fuckin danm near
i entered grooving
in the next hours u wont be moving
u talk as in ur all hot
it is from ya whether, n from ya style fuck not
u crossed every line n u still didnt hit the spot
u deal with drugs in the parking lot
don’t stay confidint cuz the next time u might be shot
with a bullet in ya forehead there gone be a hole
it aint just a dot
in its certainly aint a mole
u say ur heart is so cold
it doesnt mean ur ruthless
it means ur old
ur heart is filled with sorrow n grief
ur head is like stone
it aint cuz ur smart
its cuz its only bone
u turned lunitic after ur all alone
stop bitchin n dont moan
look at dat pussy its hairy cuz ur all grown
go stick in it anything hard such as a phone
n i repeat
its a new copy for the streets
u will diss back
cuz its hatred n hostility u gone lack
i can predict the future
i predicted the diss back
n i predicted ya end
ma words are perfect i aint going to mend
i won’t lend
cuz i intend
to give ya ass to ma friend
its ya asses im goin to send
its ma lyrics n ma rhymes im going to blend
i always give
to bitches like u sth stiff
callin us wana be’s
ur kiddin right
ur tha one callin him self a nigga so get it right
ok if im broke thats cool with me
but at least i can release an LP for me
while u cant
couse u know u aint got no flow mr.KEy
so lets see
thats why u started to diss me
to get the fame and the publicity
oooooo ya u slept with ya mom lately
toooooooo bad all that couse ur scared from me
talkin about ma dick??
dont u remember how u got it reall quick
man u sick
with da dissin thang
wait ma phone rang!!!!!!!!1
so back to wat i was sayin
i bet u and cashman da baron r playin
with ya lil wet pussies
which got full of ma cum that it started raynin
and i aint payin
for ur rehab
so u can stop lying
couse u aint ma son but my fuckin slut
so stop cryin
i dont wana hit u on ur fuckin butt
and i aint buyin
the cheap fuckin rhymes u cut
it aint about the age but about the mind,
like me a lyrical majician and u a nut
how u know u r older then me
do u work at the c.i.a or the foregin ministry
so lets check the P
punk ass bitch
lets check the C
come suck ma dick
i throw verses like bullets
so u can say im like slick rick
just without the eye patch
cashman da baron is that a name
i feel like im livin in the stone age and tryin to find me a pray to catch
and yo get back to tha ranch
to be ready 4 the kids fair
maybe u can hook with somebody to do an affair
but i dont think so
u aint the prince of bellair
and even if u were
i dont care
and i dont need to sware
that wat u spit is aint rare
u say i aint seen a notepad
how could that happen ur the nomad
oh ma bad
i forgot ur sad
couse a gurl burned ya face
and took ur cute grace
u remeber wat i said about tha race,i won it
so why u still stickin ya face
wat?? u wana know wats tha underground in ma place
its releasin some tight lyrical trackz
and ya peep this(its always factz)
talkin about how u struggle and how u live
not how strong u are between ur sheisty catz
and if ur that strong go for jehad
at least ul help the islam
better then sittin at home
air conditioned,eatin butter and jam
so u wana play some slam jam
im a miracle like allen iverson
so i dont think u have a chance mam
I WANT U!!!!!!!!!!!!!
thnx for the quote uncle sam
baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaam
the virus i unleased broke down ur ram
dont say it didnt,couse i saw it at ur cam
i think its enough so ima leave u know
check u self and build up ur plan
and 1 more thang i still dont get it
how u diss a gurl if u call ur self a man
u think ya the best u aint even the shoe of the watung-clan
u call ur self keez
bitch please
u tryna act all gangsta while they fuck ya ass
bitch its aids u gone pass
il blow ma lyrics n shatter u like glass
with ma lyrical words il fuck ur brain mentally
u talk like u gone do sth physically?
bitch u cant see me
watcha gone do?
call ur friends n start to tease me
hahaha
ur nothin but a bitch
u had a problem with a lady n now u snitch
u can talk u can blabir all day long
wat ur really doin is makin every dick go on u di dong dong dong
u call wat u wrote a diss
bitch wat is this?
when i hit i dont really miss
wat did u expect?
someone comin to u sayin sorry n gives u a kiss
bitch every dick goes on u erect
com on now keep it real
u think actin gangsta n smokin trees gone make u feel?
u aint got a dick u aint got nothin at all
watch behind cuz ur ass might fall
its like an open door
every dick pumps in it n hits its core
its u who i hate but its ya ass that i adore
diss me curse me i dont really care
cuz in ya ass i stuffed sth rare
do wat u can cuz i dare
u see ima midget im four feet tall
and unlike u im a full man with 2 big balls
let me settle this now
il play with ya mind just like dice
il do it mentally ul get an emotional breakdown
ur whole spirit will how into the ground
u wont hear anythin but the silence’s sound
u’ll try seeking for help but nobody will be around
i will keep huntin ur soul just like a hound
dont read the rhyme
read between da line
il finish fuckin u n ur soul will be mine
u and cashbitch going straight down
n we gone shine
i broke all ya verses with only 1 line
im a saint i neva did a sin
o ma bad
i didnt count the time i fucked ya dad
a cute muffin ass is all he had
i still cant difrintiat is it a deed or sth bad
wipe that tear from ur eye dont be sad
i didn’t realize that ma lyrics gone make u mad
hahaha
i know u gonne diss back
cuz its hatred n hostility u gone lack
u cash bitch
didn’t ya mama tell u not to interfere
cuz i’ll bring ya end so fuckin danm near
i entered grooving
in the next hours u wont be moving
u talk as in ur all hot
it is from ya whether, n from ya style fuck not
u crossed every line n u still didnt hit the spot
u deal with drugs in the parking lot
don’t stay confidint cuz the next time u might be shot
with a bullet in ya forehead there gone be a hole
it aint just a dot
in its certainly aint a mole
u say ur heart is so cold
it doesnt mean ur ruthless
it means ur old
ur heart is filled with sorrow n grief
ur head is like stone
it aint cuz ur smart
its cuz its only bone
u turned lunitic after ur all alone
stop bitchin n dont moan
look at dat pussy its hairy cuz ur all grown
go stick in it anything hard such as a phone
n i repeat
its a new copy for the streets
u will diss back
cuz its hatred n hostility u gone lack
i can predict the future
i predicted the diss back
n i predicted ya end
ma words are perfect i aint going to mend
i won’t lend
cuz i intend
to give ya ass to ma friend
its ya asses im goin to send
its ma lyrics n ma rhymes im going to blend
i always give
to bitches like u sth stiff
i let the bass kick in ma ear, yo ill tear you bitches
im tellin you right now, ma grene is fuckin vicious
your styles so simple, is motherfuckin sucks
talkin about your lp gettin realesed, what a dumb fuck
it 2006 , we got Cds, so notice your wack,
you used that fuckin word to make your word ryme, back!
you lack all what is needed to rap,you fuckin ass.
talkin bout your rymes blendin, bitch give me a mocha!
extara caramel, and tell your mom, that amma soak her,
with cum, when i come, around your crib,till the sun
fuckin shines, leave some of your moms blood on the matress
so fuckin numb,
i can hear your heart beat, thumpin shakin shit,
fake bitches, you wana start somethin, lets make it hitch/!
ill take 5 minutes to eat you up, 6 to digest, 7 youll reach my intesines, 8 , now your shit!
get it , i amaze, kill suckaz, im brave,
ill let you miss the fuckin cradle send yall str8 to your grave,
behave, you kids, aint dissin me, you makin me laugh,
cuz im sendin all ma lyrics, doin 100 up your ass
ma statics, are magic, your tactics are garbage,
im savage, livin lavage, your just the start bitch!
when i type, ma fingers do all the typin , ma mind is where i get ma lyrics from, your shit just biting
bitin, fuckin rehearse so manytimes, i call it fiction,
cuz when you read ma rymes i bet youll feel the friction
im never heitage, i fuck eat up you fakes,
ill get you medium rare, like a quarter pound steak
ill get my fork , dont provate just sit still let me cut,
chop your nuts off, stick em str8 up you but!
understand me , better then ever, youll never, reach ma level,
its like imposible and never!
your whole styles, wack, i combat like kung fu
break yall down to molecules, never loose
as i said you whole fuckin style is used,
so which Mc is the sickest, take a guess,
its keez motherfuckers, eat you up like a fest!
dont test ma skills, kuz whn you do , i fukin spill,
ill do you ugly like that fuckin movie, kill bill
ring the bells , you jingle, and yea this is a gift
you got merked 3 times, by keez, so fukin shift
off ma dick, i rep double six douce,
the only thing that you rep is your moms pussy, fools!
look i dont play random
thats why when i fuck u i used to use a candom
so i know wat im doin
couse i got the thing called wisedom
i read wat u write its just words
i dont get the meanin
so either its rubish
or just crosswords
i bet u dont know how to record vocals or wats a chord
couse u just into typin
not into makin records
dont say its couse u dont want
but hit me with tha truth ,that ur voice suck
and ya lyrics r bad like how pigs fuck
i aint no costa and i aint starbucks
so if u still want a mocha
try gettin fucked behind some motortrucks
maybe ul get a free ride
ur the shit of the mankind
look how ma words r lined
and with venom its combined
its all designed
by the supercharged motor in ma mind
i already told u if u think ur so strong and brave
go get ready couse lebanon is there 4 u to save
ur like the cream i use after i shave
or any cream which is sticky
but the difference is that u dont know how to behave
when it comes to missin with people
and get ur self 10 steps closer to ur grave
u know i really wana take u
but i dont use a faggot as ma slave
so boy jus behave
i used behave twice
so take it an advice
dont be a lier like condalisa rice
or a fuckin bitch like push spice
shit hehe wtf are u talkin bout mothafucka i’ll meet u anywhere u fuckin want fuck yo shit dont make sense show me where the fuck u stay at come battle mothafucka u and that bitch allizay or tha punk 2d hoe bring whoever u want i’ll fuckin son u bitchass monkey lookalike nigga u wish u was on the same spot as keez no one heard of u fuckaz shit stop postin shit cuz u’ll end up lookin stupid infront eveyone and oh yeah come to my fuckin face and tell me im pussy u fuckin cocksucka
hat was a nice try alizay, i dont mean to be bold
but put that “thuglife” bullshit on hold
and lets get down to the facts of the matter
in a dictionary, under “wack rap” you the rapper
simply cause youre lackin the spectacular binocular
and real rap character seems to be in back of ya
either that, or youre truly an amateur, im askin ya
how does it feel to have the whole world laughin at ya
you just too stupid to see
i was made on the streets, you was made on bitch tv
how you gonna talk about my lines to attack me
when you steady guzzlin them pills for your acne
my lines come from a line of kings
your acne comes from you eatin the wrong things
your words dont make me hurt they make me work
youll hurt when you find its you gettin jerked
i tell ya, it dont take me to say
dont buy ya track, street cats aint buyin it anyway
you tellin keez to make up his mind
yet on your diss you dont know if you wanna suck dick or rhyme
you tryin to diss kees? how
if it wasnt for him, your bitchass wouldnt be here now
show me respect from the gate
or imma have to drown you kids like Angia Yates
you cant handle a break
im a flamethrower, you a Bic lighter
you think im cocky cause you a dickrider
i spit tighter, im not like all the rest
im not a playa but i did stay at a holiday inn express
so nevertheless im gonna teach ya teacher
but when them slugs hit ya, youll be screamin momma i need ya
you never seen me sing?
you dont know what i bring?
youll be singin the blues like BB King
take your ass back to TV land
and let this be a lesson, you can’t see me man
u wanna say No hatin’ either
We can do this all day and I dont need a breather
I want yall to shut us down
How that sound, My name too strong you fuckin clown
you hoes betta get back
cuz every cash rap is like a bitchslap
the only chart u be on is the doctors chart
claimin u gangsta but aint got no heart
Emcee’s talkin bout how they spit, and they shit
I do every bodily function on a nigga when I rip
My format pushes your entire crew into the floor mat
You’ll be needin pet cemetary to try and bring ya dogs back
Words of wisdom like they passed the lips of Buddah
And who the sharpshooter that claim he gonna kill me when he see me?
But wouldn’t aim a remote at a 100″ color TV
You’re askin for spillin blood useless
I turn the most popular rapper from ‘That’s my muthafucka!’ to ‘Who this?’
stop all that pussy rap and write some real lyrics
cuz that shit u wrote i dont wanna fuckin hear it
it aint because that shit is the truth
but u got me wonderin have u ever seen the inside of the booth
only for almighty god i have fear
only for him i shead tears
im ridin this world fearless
i aint playin im so danm serious
im bein honest now u got to beleive this
my heart is now pure
i graduated every problem occures
all ma beloveds i seccure
not only with ma fists even with ma rhymes
not only once but many times
i aint just dissin u
il burn u to thin air
il show u how much life is fair
about u i dont care
my mouth is a cataple
i attack u with rhymes
i make u go silent n act like a mime
u know ur worthless
u aint worth a dime
il digest u like im ya enzyme
life aint unfair
u gotta understand
open ya mind n try to extend
between factz n rhyme i always blend
u take heirowin n u smoke hash
u think ur all that
but ur nothin but trash
yall know im a tank
n i made ya vision go blank
when it comes to rhymes i got sets of banks
i’ll let u flood
not with water
but with ya own blood
i turn all ma battles to a bloodbath
im a problem u’ll neva pass
nobody witnessed ma defeats aftermath
u know u gone shatter
n its ya blood im goin to scatter
its i who matter
to ur mom il send ya death letter
with every rhyme i grow greater
everybody knows im the beloved
n its u the hater
il take place in history
its sth errbody knows it aint a mystery
i blazed with glory
il end this with a laugh
i do not mend ma rhymes
i do not do drafts
when it comes to rhymes, im a craft
keez i beleive ur sick
cuz ur face turned green
u know i aint lyin
im da best rapper u ever seen
yo cashbitch its ya last scene
ur a male prostitute
n ur motha is a phene
u know nothin abt life
n u know nothin abt deen
its ya shit am readin
n it makes no meanin
u a great rapper hahaha bitch u must be dreamin
its me u should beleive in
im responsible for ya ass bleedin
hahahaha
yo punkass bitch its ya blood u gone be cleanin
haha ha
wut up keez..
bitch bow on ur knees
didnt u hear ma high heels
i came to tell ya’ll kids a story
a bout this lil fella who’v lost among his glory
before his burial they took him for autopsy
the reason he died..ma words were stuck in his chest
been stapped by the rest
so now that his dead heres warnin..
never mess with the best
or u’ll taste ur own urnin…
looooool…. am outy
If ya Def than bitch get a hearing aid
Ain’t worth ya gauge ya heart pumping lemonade
Hook, line and sinker ya took the bait
Act ya age, not ya size, not ya weight
Every time you professional making hits
Why it always gotta sound like the next men shit?
Never liked ya fuckin’ ass any goddamn way
Hey Jermaine who’s dick you gon’ ride today?
Couldn’t wait to get the green light from Dr. Dre
And I could care less if we was mates
Your style been dead Columbians should drop the weight
if its fuck cash then
Fuck you, fuck ya niggas that’s writing ya raps
What up lo get ya kuwait rap pass revoked
Don’t get me wrong Papa Smurf you won’t get smoked
But ya might get robbed and choked
Or you might disappear, kidnapped with no ransom note
Off the leash, off the hook, off the chain
Fuck md you ain’t gotta say my name
Speak now or forever hold a dick in ya mouth
u aint shit u as dumb as bitchez on the South
motherfucker you will be on
your The underage bitch in the Kelly tape getting pee’d on
Cock-eyed midget with a Napoleon complex
Nickelodeon fetish you represent nonsense
Harlem Shake to that, high jump to hell
You the best in the business, I can’t tell
Too late to apologize kiss my ass
We about to cut your whole sound scan in half
Got to keep your hands up homie protect yo’self
Stop fucking with the keez nigga respect yo’self
It’s a short ride to the top and a long way down
This ain’t no beef it’s more like lunch meat
Loss caliber heat let’s take it to the street
u can find me in the trenches
Call ‘em how I see em, these niggas is bitches
I cant believe I gave you dap
Wit da blade on me, I should’ve gave you dat
cut u up, layed you flat
md a disgrace for the game of rap
You fake like Janet’s titty
One call, 300 of my peeps at Any part of the City
And don’t try to pull rank on cash
Cause the niggas I’mma send to do are gon get yo ass
Be laid up stiff I spit straight up piff
i hang wit real homies, not 2 fake shits
i break em both like 24 bits
this nigga funny like yogi bear
put your money mouth is and make my a dick a millionaire
yo cashbitch ur nothin of a man
u always act, cuz ur a nomad
it seems u like to ride
il give u sth in ya ass it’l be a great ride
u see unlike u i flow alone
ima eat ya flesh n swallow ur bone
im indepent n ur a slave
ur name got “Baron” u still live in a cave
its a matter of time n ul sleep in ya grave
ur a pussy fake gangsta dont act all brave
u think ur super man n its keez u gotta save
bitch ur all grown u gotta behave
lets play card
s is for spade
n u gone need all aid
d is for dimond
it was u the bitch who was fucked by simon
u make me laugh u must be a clown
do u always look stupid when u frown
im looking from above ur going straight down
not to earth but under the ground
i can vision it clear with pictures n sound
im goin to let u be lost n u wont be found
im done with u i won every round
its too bad cuz ur a disgrace
is it an ass or is it ya face?
wats dat behind u?
it aint a tale n it aint a shoe lace
pull the dildo of ya ass
its gonna leave a bad trace
y u still here? u know u got no place
to me ur nothin u take no space
hahaha
im a jipsy now “walaaa”
i see u will still mumble “bla bla bla”
havent i pridected the dissback
n hatred n hostility that u lack
ur middle eastern u aint black
u call ur self a nigga n bitch thats wack
im a murdera i aint a killa
il murda yo brain after i fucked it fella
u know nothin of respect
cuz ur just a fuckin new prospect
hahaha go call ya 300 peeps
il blow them alone n send u there feets
im dangerous, im from the streets
on ya body n on ya mind im gonna feast
my blood is viscouse n its boiling
urs is volitile
soon enough its ma name u gone be calling
what a bitch u are, ur still moaning
ur talking about age n respect
ur old enough n still acting like a prospect
u dissed a female i can see ya respect
the only respect i see is u takin it erect
what a pussy bitch u are
hahaha
im four feet tall, n 300 peep u gone call
i got the balls, to make u fall
to me ur nothin at all
y dontcha leave now so u play with ya doll
face ya doom, ur ma dick’s groom, u neva gone bloom
u may get married but u aint da broom
ima fuck ya ass n im gone cum a stream
danm u gone scream
u gone scream as in u neva dreamed
soon enough ima fill u with cream
u throw verses as many as u want
all im gonna do is throw u one
i wont need more
cuz it gone be done
man u suck!
shut up , dont say nothin more!
hahaha
seems u got enough
chow mami…
ha ha
WR 4 eva
in the memory of the beef, that i’ve started
left some grief over their broken hearted
cash ass if you’r da baron..im da tribune
for me.. you’r like snow in june
i.e.. you don’t exist
and if you do..your way too far, ya aint noticed!
ya aint no lyrical ya judicial.. love n hate ppl wheather they’r rich or
poor..
who are ya? the loard? wonder why ya aint blessed nor pure..
if poverty such a shame for you..that cuz you’r close minded
i dont blame ya..i blame da mama that raised ya, n kept ya dark sided
all i c is fiddle-faddle.wut you typed is a false battle
do u even know me? think u could blow me? by listin me in the wack rappers
catagory?
i aint sorry for startin this..
im acually glad cuz now i got a proof ya kids are hepicrates
boys ya better step off this field
as keez said i started with the best..n now ama end it with this feind
so leave with wuts left to u..ya ran outa tears
this is just a beginin..to soem its a fuckin fierce
here’s wut ama reveal….
ima spit the shit that let keez n his bitch think im poor enough to steal
..
its cuz keez paid 2kd outa his pocket for ma ride
2kd?? keez fuck it!! where’s ya pride!!!!
acually it even slipped outa ma mind!
when we meet ama put em up ur asshole
remind me to moisturize em so u wont get paprer cut..haha fuck, i would
use em to roll!
ya get a 25 peice i get a 1 double o
i take few for me, the rest i give it for free to addicts like ya’ll..
schyzomyzosaccharize… hit the niggaz back let em rap with their mics!!
im sick of readin this crap its so sad wut u did to the visitors eyes.
fags..ya both penurious..
keez used to steal..when i aks bout him they say (keez the thief)
ya half black half annonymous..
for me ya a row beef
if ya think i get paid by sleepin with men?
atleast they offer me great check n dimonds
but still i wouldn’t
they’ve told me ya bitch mama does it for quarters n halves
probebly she slept with 8 men whn u paid me the 2 kd for the caps!
i couldnt post this earlier cuz i had finals
but now im done with grades A and B stand for both of ya..bitches and
assholes..
n in case u didnt notice i wear earings n braceletes made of dimond n pure
white gold..
so even if im ugly it wouldn’t but me..so god bless me with wut ma parents
hold..
this is ma last post..cuz kids ya style became old.
ya keep repeatin the same shits in each diss ya spit
i suggest ya go to marina court where ya’ll find kids in ur ages
other wise ima keep fillin up those 100 pages
so bad keez that u became a soka..
probably your mama;s breasts were filled with vodca
game is over
i better run to a funiral..
open your eyes to the world. there’re more important things than hash n
blings cuz after all…aint no body is mortal..
n wut i just wrote is a reflection of your style..
cuz whut i usually do write bout real life
schyzomyzosaccharize… that word you found in a dictionary,
you try to come up with complex shit, thats bull, dont think you scare me,
fuckin shave your mustache, you lips is so hairy.
dimamonds you say i bet theyre plastic, or glass
ma cock shines more than that white gold you talkin about,
braggin about who buys more hash, you dont fuckin get it
i can flip 2 ki’s and fuckin rub you pussy with it,
i can see your fuckin horney over drugs,
well get this 2, i really dont give a fuck
talkin about gettin As and B on your card
A stands for amatrue, b Bitch, to u that aint hard
i know you can write 100 pages of bulshit!
but when keez eneter, automatically, you pull quick
wearin earing and fake bling, yea i gave you that money,
i felt sorry for broke ass, so here you go honey,
whats sad is they gotta read your stupid shit over,
talkin about keez the wanna be cosanova,
bitch quit it with that shit,
yea ma nigga is the baron, wtf does a turbine have to do with it,
your lyrics stupid, thats a crime, get it?
yea ill go to the courts and find some cats to rymes with
your ass aint allowed out tha house, that why your online, rymin.
crap, better back, i told you sit so u sat, i told u your rymes are wack , you had the nerve to look back,
when u was sittin next to me, you can see i wasnt readin your book,
you smelled so fuckin bad, the other way i had to look
gave you no fuckin attention. then fuckin got rid of you, after that i sent you a message sayin fuck u,
thats when you got pissed, like a bitch would be,
started writin bullshit, spreadin rumors about me,
so i was like thats cool she a girl and im a man
i just found out the whole you had a dick in your hands!
you were like, yo keez i need a place to reacord,
if you parents that rich, then work a studio at your home,
i mean hut, talkin about bling bling, that sucks
try to make up stuff that actually makes sence, you fuck!
ill give you a time and an place, and you wouldnt show up!
cuz you know youll get served with a cherry on top!
as for u MD dont think i got enough pric
i figured out what your name stands for Mini Dick!
i dont really know your ass, but i bet you know me
your tha type that walks around and calls keez ” ma hommie”
cuz you suck, and you know it and me im called skills
i can talk about you ugly ass that pays no bills
your the irrisposible typa kid, sits at home and eats shit,
cant bother to help your folks, you just moan and scream bitch
i know you love big dicks, goin up your ass real quick
well trick, try the big house, youll get hit real quick
if you know what i mean then you wont write back
cuz i know this will end any fuckers carrer, that fast,
but i bet your wack enough to fuckin write some crap back,
i wont take it personal ill just fuckin write bak
only if u man to show up in a place, and give a time,
ill get you served and itll be that last time we hear you wack rymes
as if for you makavelli the don, its fuckin on
you come through with that mini dick, and walk home wearin a thong,
cuz ma dogs will take you man hood, i mean real dogs
i fuckin spit ill, they bark, i spit cuz amma hog
you trana fade ma style, na that will never occur,
put the number of the niggaz you know, with the number of the ones that you dont, you wont even be close to servin me, fuckin joke!
call your self a don, i bet you got ki’z of coke,
i bet you got fuckin bitches on your hit list,NOT!
your just a simple bitch that likes braggin bout his weener 2 dicks up your ass don, dont you think i cant be meaner
as i said lets meet, get you served, nop doubt,
youll be cryin back home, ill be laughin my ass out!
i must be the illest MC you ever fucked wit,
so tough shit, ma rymes just blew you of, you base is fuckin destructed,
no more, soldiers left, surrender,
i got ma fuckin click on your ass,both genders
you think cuz you got a bitch on your side youll win,
well dont you think thats a nevgative apperal for kuwaiti kin,
alizay listen up, youll never get married,
and if you do , ill tell you husban that your hoe used to rap, now aint that scary
i bet you aint even got the heart to deal with the cause,
take a pause, think back…… yea that was the cause
you fuckin with the wrong Mc so your history.
no more alizay, where she go? youll be a mystery
then ill fuckin let the people know that you got murked and jerked,
you fuckin 2 ft. tall bit, amma call u a smirf,
when im writin this shit, i feel sick cuz its aboutya,
ill fuckin talk about another fuckin pric, even your rymes doubt ya,
Mini dick aint you fed up, the way i make you get up
make you try to write somethin like like” MD’s ghetto”
you aint, i bet you aint even seen the slums
i aint sayin amma gangsta im just sayin you is dumb
crumb you down break you and trow you around the streets,
now the poor piegions in kuwait got some shit to eat,
defeat is all you faced, victory is all i faced,
you try to switch that around, ill fuckin doom and i dake,
you shake, from fear, i shake to make, you sucka Mc know whats the real fake,
definition obvious its Md and alizay, and a so called don, thats freakin horney over way,
ill get you stranded on the row, like snoop, and the lady of rage,
ill close your book and open mine, and flip the fuckin page and flex,
and write, 3 fuckin fakes are over with , whos next?
hahaha
bitch… i didnt know ur that fuckin lame
u learn words from ma rhymes…bitch we aint same
danm…its a really big shame
u may got the money but certainly aint da fame
u talk about small n big dicks
bitch ur fuckin plain
ur just a badboy tryin to play an old man’s game
ur nothin of a man between ya words u cant maintain
u wanted to end this n now u wanna blame
don’t lie u took it personaly u even felt pain
u wouldn’t mention it if it aint true
when i hit ma verses u dont know wat to do
ur heart pounds fastter and ur face turns blue
now ur lost between ma words u aint gotta clue
go on now, get lost
ur a filthy bitch no body likes you
il put pressure in u,and ur brain will brake into two
u’ll be served by nurses
after i finish u with ma verses
i spit true factz n rhymes i aint into curses
i take hiphop back to the oldskool i dont do disses
but bitch this is ma third time n look what i did to you
i made u live in fear, pannick, and dont know wat to do
its I who fucked ur brain mentally watcha gone do?, “Sue”?
so sue me, aint no bitch like u can blow me
god can make me
but aint no man can break me
i aint knew in this game
i aint doin it for fame
hahaha
u couldnt handle a women u needed back up
i just interfered to witness ya assfucked up
u talk about age and respect
im repeatin now, “YOU STILL ACT LIKE A PROSPECT”
your still mumblin, but u make no effect
u lost ur manhood you still take it erect
here’s a quote by guru
“u talk all crime but ur scared of jail”
u will be broke and noone gone bail
while we’r in da yaght, through the gulf we sail
im a problem u will always fail
youl be lonely inside, u wont receive a mail
the only path u got is followin our trail
you mess with ladys n females
i doubt ur a man, u maybe a shemale
im da problem u wont end up solving
this is how it goes its how life is revolving
i intered ur brain grooving
everything is stuck nothing is moving
do not resist
n do not insist
or ul end up witha fractured rist and fist
ur 24/7 fearfull
im 24/7 fearless n awake
its ya brain mentally im gone brake
ur heart is pounding u started to shake
im huntin ur mind down
its like ur da pray n im da snake
ur reactin like a child
messin u up is a nice ride
me callin u ma hommie
hahaha
keep on dreamin
soon enough ur nerves will stop u wont be feelin
its ma rhymes in ya mind u gone be keepin
im always da predater
n ur always ma pray
why dont u shut ya brain
and move away
before u turn insane
and fade away
i predicted the diss back
n u dissed back
i predicted the hatred n hostilty that u lack
n u still lack
“I PREDICTED YA END!!”
dont rush
cuz its comin when u least expect it
I blazed with glory like i always do
bitch accept ya defeat n fuck u
its I da problem u will never pass
i shattered ya brain n ur soul like glass
u talk as in ur all dat
bitch look at ur stat
its WE | U
—–|—–
infinity | none
|
we’re da best, on us u got nothin
man ur wack, atlast ur convinced ur aint black
ur convinced that u aint gangsta
so u were fake all along
now its time to witness ya defeat
all u gone be feelin on ya head is ma feet
“crash”smash ya face on da street
u aint a man
to prove dat u cant handle ya defeat
hahaha leave bitch
its u errbody gone ditch
u get in trouble then u snitch
there in ya brain u got glitch
ur groin ficth
u animal bitch
ayo when u gon admit it
that u aint the illest
talkin shit like u richest
fuck it
talkin about aliizay not gettin married
i give u 5 bucks if ul get married once or remarried
couse no gurl wants a man with a asshole which is already open
so who u callin??
tha baron guy to give ya a hand job
or to do a double masterbutin
so who u think u r??
jarule to clap back or saiten
dont u get it u aint a nigga
so stop using that word
or u gon get fractured
whos next???????????????
who gon come to u
when a gurl burrned u
ur evaporatin pal
by a fatal gal
called a.l.l.i.z.a.y
and ya md who put ya head on a tray
so wat u say
u still think ya the best
standin ova the rest
man go check ya chest
and ya do ya ass a test
couse with ma dick ya abscessed
and sorry baron i dont need ya breast
im in this contest
just to see how u conquest
but u aint wat i thought off
so open the window and jump off
couse i know u dont wana get blast off
so handsoff
and get the hell outta here
or u gon get riped off
like a paper outta a book
couse u aint a legend or captain hook
and u aint fine like brook burk
so wats make u tha best
u aint like me a don
so get lost son
o ma bad keyz the Son
“just a badboy tryin to play an old man’s game” stop stealin lines off tupac bitch
2d can u get any wacker?u lookin for breast cuz that dyke allizay aint got none shit get the fuck outta here u aint worth my time typin up shit this aint pre skool u got a problem u talk to me in my face bitchass 2d the dong minidick and actingay the whore
talkin about my brain split into 2!
mother fucker read some bilogy, the brains already split, fool,
talkin about me gettin married or remarried, you better check what u sayin, its all stupid, its shows your worried
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