Rap Battle (Page 34)

When you hear my song, role down yah window,
Let the music thump yeah, and set u high in flow,
Take a walk in the club, thats how I role
dont be sad, i'm i hommie to roll.

when step on the scene, so fresh so clean
Lookin like a wet dream, yo know what i mean
Its about that, what time would that be?
Wind yah waist line to the base line

Slow it down now get the beat right
put ya hands in the air yeah, get yo hands up
i flo to roll, when i roll you shout
this is what i do, so feel my rhyme

idoalize me your favorite rapper,
and keep it movin, and watch ya groove
hey yo fellas, light the flame
i'm hot,  i rock & always on top


hail 50

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Posted: at 28-11-2010 01:51 PM (13 years ago) | Addicted Hero

I got a pet, I named easy
when he's hot i say take it easy
And all that freak shit that you into
Hidden in the stash of your brand new shit
My dawg flo and roll, you little niggaz on

My dawg shit on ya, kick your shoes off and get comfy
bump uglies punk of you if you ain't got your monthly doe
I'm gonna' rock to the beat till' it hurts you niggaz
I ain't lyin' folk that's my word

Da prize is mine, kid get a seat
To bang bang & bully you kid the boogie
If you want my nookie you got to come quickly
Cos i know little dawg like you need to fill your belly
You aint reach half way & u get exhausted

See hommie I rock da bells,  I rock the city
I rock the forum,  I run the show, u back off
I reign, yeah! hommie I reign for sure
I'm a hot hommie, really hot in town

Hail 50

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Posted: at 28-11-2010 03:57 PM (13 years ago) | Addicted Hero

I don't give a SHIT about you punk about what they think I said to you
 What they say They can call me a freak cos my words are dirty
Call me anything they wanna name 50
I don't give a, I don't give a shit
I just wanna take him home Take him to the house to shit on him
And turn 'em him to be my dawg
No one ain't checkin' for you I don't give a shit whos your mama is

About what they think What they say They can call me a freak
I run the show and I reign for sure
Easy da peessy shit you call yourself
I rock the show and I REIGN till eternity

No one to claim the prize
if not 50 then no one else
I cannot stop throwin, shaking, uttering the lyrics
I keep my piece so sweet yeah nice and warm
Y'all grab my words, idolize me your favorite rapper

50 rule
hail 50

 

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Posted: at 28-11-2010 04:25 PM (13 years ago) | Addicted Hero

Oh nah, i said it you're shit
full of shit, will smith ?
Oh what!!  are you shittin me
Ima make YOU muthaphyukas See who is he
Nigga when ya come around bow to me
Don't act like a suckin' silly
No chicken heads allowed here u shit
No time for the kissy kissy, buggin
And when they askin' who is he, he's shit

Strickly major effected, u silly brim
I get the doe, u get nothin
Trackin' stacks and then countin' em
You nigga stay tuned for the rest of my album
Shit on you Easy da crazy
Word up, your lyrics such
The muthaphyukin nigga
With this quick lil' drop on ya all your lyrics shit
Nigga stay focused on me
I'll shit on you

Keep ya eyes and ears on this fulfillin' shit
Make be a numba one
Blossumin' like beautiful flowers'
On yeah you muthaphyukas Stay tuned
I run da show, back off easy da crazy
I win the cup.

Hail 50 see whos winning now
Shit on you easy crazy

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Posted: at 28-11-2010 05:15 PM (13 years ago) | Addicted Hero

Hi Haters,
Honestly no disrespect guys, but y'all really really really need to work on your lines, seriously, Easy2000 is  bit acceptable though some polishings are needed but this emmm.. 50? WTF! he (sorry to say) but u sound like u dont know wht ur doing, make those who visit this forum know that we've got real spitters in da hows, I mean, dont u listen to 50 cent? (the real 50Cent) does he sound like you? Obviously not!! You are doing it all wrong (its true even though it hurts) See u've got ambition and u'd make a good spitter but ur bride wont let u. U're disgracing the name of this forum. Peace!

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Posted: at 28-11-2010 07:23 PM (13 years ago) | Upcoming

sum times there re reasons what so eva that have happen has happen.

Posted: at 29-11-2010 12:57 PM (13 years ago) | Newbie

y'all kno I'm alert anyday
Ready to fight half niggas I give dap to I don't even like
The same cat who never gave a damn about your name
I dont give a shit about it like the next selling Clippers' game

I spray my words like a weapon, hope the clip hit your heart
You and your coward shit, claiming the prize wit me
Who call theyself screaming about a challenge
Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent

My skills are deeply embedded even your crew said it
In the middle of rappin I own the mic, the show
And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrappin
50 and my nigga we get it cracking,
While the paramedics pick you up we on the side laughing

Hey yo lil rappers, bow & dont be outta control
Trail 50 path not against it, or else you'll be hit in da heart
Stay lo & shut your mouth up.
No mo words from you Hommies
50 reign all da way

Hail 50

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Posted: at 29-11-2010 07:13 PM (13 years ago) | Addicted Hero

While im in the next room havin my way with your girl
Pop shit my gangs on da alert
Watchin every step u make
You ever trail me, you gonna be silenced


You nigga aint crooks plus you all shook
Have you mom suck my butt while i read my lyrics
I aint sayin this for fun

But ask 10 outta niggas then gonna praise me
Ya think I battlin we on some gang shit
Duck quick cuz u niggas might get hit
Ya'll shit ezrano damn nigga
I swear Dirty dozen we gunna kill all ya

shit talkers
Got a love for six round snipper
takin aim at your damn shit head
Are you missing your lunch
Le' me give a straight head shot
ya'll feel no appetite no mo"

Caughin, ill be slittin your trought for thinkin of talking
half shit niggas messin up with 50
No love for punk who stand against me
May as well give em the dick

Shit on you Easy, Ezrano
And when they ask where is 50
I just tell em im not unavailable for hungry musician

Same shit i tell every chicken head like you
Ya''ll make me angry by sayin shit to me
They dont beleive it but they know i'm upset in lyrics
my words are dirty, strictly made for damn punk like you

Ya niggas pushin cats in wheel chairs down flights of stairs
Startin fights with a chairs no more,
Go hikin niggas ya'll cannot defeat me
before i sentence you to jail

Hail 50
The master of lyrics

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Posted: at 30-11-2010 11:45 AM (13 years ago) | Addicted Hero

Yo, gather round hustlers that's if you still livin
And get on down, listen to 50's lyrics
Here's a couple of jewels to help you get through your bid in prison
A ribbon in the sky, keep your head high

50 is here voice of the people
Mouthpiece for hustlers I'm back motherphyukas
I reign on the top all ya little hustlers
Y'all can't mess with me', what type of X y'all on?
I got great G's on my back with six guns clip

Charges don't stick to dude he's teflon
I'm too sexy for chick and hommies choices
I'm not guilty, now GIMME back my prize
Plus - Hov' don't run, Hov' stand and fight
Hov's a soldier, Hov' been fightin all his life so

What could you do to me? It's not new to me
Sue me; damn you - ya'll cant face me in rappin
But you will respect me, simple as that
Or I got no problem goin back

I'm representin for the seat where President sat
So I go, let the trumpets blow, 50 is comin
Hold you niggas, hail 50 bow & back off the stage
The ruler's back

50cent is the winner

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Posted: at 30-11-2010 07:40 PM (13 years ago) | Addicted Hero

50's back for the revenge
I lost a battle that ain't happening again
I'm at your throat like strep
I step, strapped with a pen

Metaphors wrote on my hand,
Some are just stored in my memory
some i wrote on a napkin to shit on you
I'll do anything to claim the prize

Pull at it all stops, any who touch a mic prior's
Not even a president Powers,
And tell that psycho to pass the torch
To the whack as I take a shit on ya
And smash it on his porch

Now get off my butt
Ya'll little hunger Gbankor
Get outta my way, you prick shit
Gbankor call me the champ; call me the master lyrics spitters
I just blew you up, matter of fact if u need a lawyer

I just laced my gloves wit' enough plaster Gbankor
To beat your butt naked and peed in his corner like a chicken shit
See he's in a whole nother weight class
He slugs, your BB's your bean bag bullets
You're full of shit; you were dissin' like punk

Gbankor you're back like someone who pissed in his wheaties
No peace treaties, he's turned into a beast
walkin like a dead ghost, damn muthercka
you aint compete me, i'm da best

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Posted: at 1-12-2010 12:51 PM (13 years ago) | Addicted Hero