Friday Fun: My Mic Sounds Nice Check 1.

It’s time for us to have to have some real Friday Fun.

Courtesy of Shay-d-lady:

2 impromptu rap battles in the middle of dinner with beatboxing and table drum accompaniment
Yo momma is a ho cause I said so.. ha ha ha ha ha……yo turn….

Word??

A long long time ago on my old blog I had a brilliant idea.

So, it seems that quite a few of you are big rap fans.  Hell, the fact that people are on here quoting Gucci Mane is both shocking and impressive to me.  For one, I couldn’t tell you a Gucci Mane lyric if my life depended on it.  Then this got me to thinking about two things:

1)  Who hasn’t wanted to be a rapper at some point in their life.  Money, hoes, clothes?  It’s the life.

2)  Will Spike Lee’s movie be any good?

Well, since I have no control over number 2, I figure the least we could do on this Fun Friday is…

*drum roll*

HAVE A RAP BATTLE!

Yes. I know some of you all are closet rappers.  Most of you probably have always wanted to take a crack at spitting that hot fiyah.  As long as you realize that nobody’s ever going to be better than Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, and Dylan.

I used to do these over on my old site and Monk was there ethering folks.  And since Shay-d-lady,is talking about starting random rap battles to scare folks off, let’s see what would really happen.

Now I can’t create the random beat accompaniment, but who needs that when you can just use the same A/B format that Shawty Lo got famous with.  What up, what’s happenin?

So I’ll set the scenario.  Assume you’re on a wack date and you’re using Shay-d-lady’s method to get rid of him or her…I’ll kick it off….

****

I’m VSB P from legendary VSB

representin’ DC, everybody just breathe

if you got eccentric teeth, you better never say cheese

cuz if a picture’s worth a thousand words, your sh*t needs be free

b*tch please, i aint set the rules i just follow tradition

and you kind of look like rick james with two midgets

with 4 perms smoking a little sherm and snortin’ coke

after hittin’ two rocks and straddling a velvet rope

with more tats than wayne, a worse voice than pain

and so little common sense you’d probably vote for john mccain

with conversation that makes me want to stab a milk crate

now this is what the f*ck i’d call a very bad date

so just in case you think i’m like babyface or some sh*t

it aint true, i don’t ever want to see you again

believe me when i say that your a** just got nexted

you look as bad as Cassie sings, so I need the next selection…OOOOH!

*****

That was just for starters…gimme what you got.  Come on my rappin’ a** friends.  Miss t-lee, Shay-d-lady, Monk.  I know Dorian G. got something for the people.  Give it a whirl.  That means you too Champ.  It’s Friday Fun!

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST

P.S. If you happen to be in the Miami, Florida, area, tomorrow night The Champ, Liz, and possibly myself will be guests on Keeping It Real with Te-Ericka, a radio show on WBRY 1640 AM, a radio show that airs every Friday from 10pm to midnight.   We’ll be on there discussing internet dating and relationships.  If you’re not in the area but want to hear us kicking that dopeness, you can also stream the show here:  http://www.barry.edu/radiostation/ .  CULO!

357 thoughts on “Friday Fun: My Mic Sounds Nice Check 1.

  1. I can’t rap. But it wont stop me from trying.

    *Clears throat*
    *Beatboxing but blowing spit errwhere*
    *hyping crowd up*

    My name is Luvvie and I’m here to say
    Wackness is all around me everyday
    My roast game is tight
    It’ll prolly get me in a fight
    But if the chick is big
    I’ll just run or burn her with a cig

    I represent Chitown, home of the Westsiders
    Who love many things, including Now n Laters
    If VSB was crack I’d have no teef
    Liz, Champ and P-Money are the best, you best belief (hehe)

    *Drops mic*
    *Yells and stomps on floor* SECKCHUAL CHOCOLATE!!
    *Walks off stage*

    *folks say* “That girl GOOD!”

  2. AWWW DAYUM this ninja done called me out….
    Mic Check.. 1 2.. 1 2

    well, you say ya hot shit at VSB but I cant really tell, you more like pu$$y to me
    plenty floggin going round like you got cheese but you more like the type to get got fo yo groceries…
    all in all you seem to talk a good game.. but game recognize game and most certainly a lame…..
    Bytch azz ninjas love to spout noise…but when ya get got you runnin for your boyz
    you aint from the hood, you aint thuging nigga…
    sit you ass down cause you aint seen nothin reala…..

    • i’m the hottest thang ’round VSB and you know this/
      hottest thing from the suburbs, argyle socks and croquet/
      check my spelling bee trophy, and the way i mow my grass/
      its a warning b/c i will s-e-r-r-a-t-e your a**

      and cut.

      • I got mo rhymes than emergency rooms got nurses
        So sit back unwind, while you noddin to these verses
        You trying hard to fight it
        But I got skills you cant deny it
        Im pushin you past your limits
        And battling you to the finish
        I think its obvious who the winner will be
        At the end the crowd will be chanting.. Shay-D

  3. repping my unicorn crew EARLY
    uh, uh, uh 1 ,2 1,2
    You about as fly as emus,penguins, and peacocks
    for real dude , silk peacoats and leather socks ?
    and your idea of romantic comedy is bootleg porn
    I’m outta here, me and my pet unicorn…

  4. repping my unicorn crew EARLY
    uh, uh, uh 1 ,2 1,2
    You about as fly as emus,penguins, and peac.ocks
    for real dude , silk peacoats and leather socks ?
    and your idea of romantic comedy is bootleg p.o.r.n
    I’m outta here, me and my pet unicorn…

  5. “If you happen to be in the Miami, Florida, area, tomorrow night The Champ, Liz, and possibly myself will be guests on Keeping It Real with Te-Ericka, a radio show on WBRY 1640 AM, a radio show that airs every Friday from 10pm to midnight. We’ll be on there discussing internet dating and relationships. If you’re not in the area but want to hear us kicking that dopeness, you can also stream the show here: http://www.barry.edu/radiostation/ . ”

    congrats you guys that is hot as hell…i had a date, but i may have to cancel on his @zz to listen.

    i’ll be back to for my sound check in the morning.

  6. AW dayum my post was held back by “the Man”…let me retry it

    well, you say ya hot shyt at VSB but I cant really tell, you more like pu$$y to me
    plenty floggin going round like you got cheese but you more like the type to get got fo yo groceries…
    all in all you seem to talk a good game.. but game recognize game and most certainly a lame…..
    Bytch azz ninjas love to spout noise…but when ya get got dont go runnin for your boyz
    you aint from the hood, you aint thuging ninja…
    sit you ass down cause you aint seen nothin reala…..

  7. Yeah girl, this dinner is great. I’m only here wit you cuz I like ya face. I won’t date cha (nahhh), cuz ya breath is hot. That sh*t got more heat than dudes on block. Pop this mint and we can get it poppin, no stoppin, keep the bedposts rockin. Oops, wait…I can smell yo thang. Nevermind, here’s my half for dinner. Buy a douche wit the change. You’re lame.

  8. While I know most of the lyrics to every rap song that I do like, I’ve never had the desire to rap or actually say them out loud.

    However, I’m dying to go here http://www.hiphopkaraokenyc.com/

    I used to think karaoke was wack until I was at a Christmas party and people pulled out the machine and started with the R&B and Soul music.

    It was the best party ever.

    I can only image Hip-Hop Karaoke to be 10X better.

    • Oh snap! I love karaoke. I’d KILL some Uncle LUFFA!! And no, I can’t sing. This fact doesn’t stop me from busting into song (and sometimes dance).

    • I loves Karaoke.. I can carry a note but not really sang but on that drank.. you cant tell me nothing..I already think i am gangsta.. I would shut down a hip hop karaoke.. I can see me doing TI now.. colder than february with extrodinary swag… Thats my shyt!!!!

      • it’s all about the drank shay-d-lady. cuz i don’t have the b*lls to sing in public otherwise. ok…so who’s planning our karaoke night. i know like 5 spots in l.a.

    • Oh hip hop karaoke sounds too fun!!!
      I would bust out all the Ghostface “Supreme Clientele” on ‘em…lmao!!

    • there is a hot karaoke place in Philly where you can get private party rooms for up to 50 people, and private waiters bring you all the sushi, saki and Kirin Ichiban you can stomach…. MAN that was a fund night!

      • “indubitably.”

        There was a cartoon or something that used to say this all the time. What was it?

            • i remember it from the commercial for Crispy Critters cereal:

              I am a crispy critter how do you do, the low in sugar cereal that is good for you….

              they said indubitably in there somewhere…

              but the two little gophers in Looney Tunes used to say that too after they’d hash our their plan to do the days work but they’d never get to it b/c they would spend the whole episode being over polite to one another…

              • “but the two little gophers in Looney Tunes used to say that too after they’d hash our their plan to do the days work but they’d never get to it b/c they would spend the whole episode being over polite to one another…”

                This might be it. This sounds familiar.

  9. Your breath is tart ,we need to put a tweak on it
    You got incisors for days, I’ll put a week on it!
    Pirahna teef ain’t what’s hot in da skreet sun
    but best believe that grill is producing mad heat. One!

  10. Jealous a$$ hoes stay jockin my style
    Cause ninjas are enthralled by this big butt and my smile
    That’s not all I am about by a long shot no
    Wit sharper than the knife that got Nicole Simpsons throat
    But youse a lame.. I can see it in your eyes
    Raggedy a$$ shoes and tight fitting suit dont disguise
    The fact that you didn’t anticipate spending this kind of dough
    And I just ordered up some lobster and glass of merlot
    You sweatin bullets waitin on the check
    Wondering if I can tell that you in distress
    Mind running round in circles trying to get out of this mess
    As I put on my coat throw the deuces and wish you the best
    You pissed now, wondering if you should risk it…
    Knowing that at 30 you will probably be persecuted
    But that’s your delimma and no longer concerns me
    I drove to this joint so Im outty five in this peace!… LMAO

  11. I envy all of you who can string a rhyme together on the fly like this. I really can’t do it lol. *applauds everyone*

  12. La – di-da-di…lol

    I got blinded by the gleam in your eyes
    The moment you opened your mouth I was in for a surprise
    Couldn’t figure out what the hell you were saying
    Speak correct English ’cause Slang I’m not feeling

    No need to trip, count it as an incidental
    That Lexus you’re driving is a rental
    Why you faking and jiving up in this place
    Trying to be a playa without any taste

    No your clothes ain’t as fly as you think
    Move back 50 ft ’cause your breath stinks
    No need to get up out your chair
    As Shay-d-lady would say – peace, I’m out of here.

  13. LMAO>.. one more for the road

    Fool you sportin an scurl and not ironically
    Your button down open with a necklace, are you kidding me?
    You all up on me, hot breath on my shoulder
    did I just hear your say
    No PiRckle on your order?
    Hell to the naw..
    What the f*ck is going on…..
    It don’t matter and I don’t give a dayum
    But I swear fo gawd.. you tap my shoulder again
    Imm a lose my mind and people’s elbow you Biatch!!!! ….

    • ROTF! I just snorted out loud. And as me and Champ already agreed, there is no irony in the rocking of an S-Curl. However, I’m sure the head that is rocking it is melancholy.

      • ROTF! I just snorted out loud. And as me and Champ already agreed, there is no irony in the rocking of an S-Curl. However, I’m sure the head that is rocking it is melancholy.

        that one was for your Luvvie.. LMAO…by the way.. where is VEG?

        • 1. Thanks for dedicating a line to me. I’m touched.

          b. VEG is tah’d from working so hard lately. She’s at home dreaming of which men to kick in the balls (hehe she gon get me for that. but she talked ish while I was missing last week so…)

  14. Five days a week around the midnight hour
    Da VSB crew comes to power
    Champ n’ Panama n’ Liz dere name
    Moving them keys is dere claim to fame
    Dey spit dem words dat makes us laff
    Talkin’ ’bout love n’ lust n’ tits n’ azz
    Betch dey blog in their underwear
    Dey keep it real so I don’t care
    Some folks get mad but dat’s dere prob
    Get out the kitchen if ya can’t take the VSB mob…

  15. they call me Patty-cakes, and i’m from the Burgh
    it’s my last year of Cali, so f*ck what you heard
    you got a belly like Buddha
    cuz you always stay high
    and your lips stay crusty
    get away just die
    you’re too damn pretty
    is that a press and curl?
    you ain’t even snuck a peek,
    are you sure you like girls?
    your d*ck look limp
    i’d prolly have to fake one
    here’s some lube and a cup, go ahead and date yourself son.

  16. dangit dayum moderation….

    lets try it again ..

    I know I shouldnt and this might start a war I aint ready for.. but P did say bring it.. and I meant it when I said I aint never scared.. so..hear goes

    My name is shay d lady,
    Bout to lit this thang up, not sure if yall ready
    spittin realness that ninjas scared to hear
    I aint gone lie, yall ninjas right to fear
    I throw bows like luda and shoot nines like rhymes
    Don’t believe it then try me..waiting for a ninja to test mine
    I speak the truth and all you ninjas better bear witness
    Fake a$$ ninjas and lames get dismissed with the quickness
    Mayne why she so hot but treat a ninja so cold?
    Aint never seen a lady like me, cause I broke the mold
    Now rapper I don’t claim to be,
    Definitely aint my specialty
    But I’m so fly
    even my lame verses you amazed by
    P you called me out and I think you thought I was a flogger
    Your punchlines are quick, yous a funny a$$ blogger
    but I’m not sure with this rhyming thang you should bother
    its okay, don’t worry, no apologies necessary,
    Im use to standing tall where lesser b!tche$ scurry
    Never doubt that when tested shady rises to occasions,
    Wit sharpened, ready to spar, your small jabs never phasin
    Equipped with lyrcal lines hot fiyah I be blazin
    As I sit back laughing last, which is the best don’t you agree?
    Hopefully your mistake made others think twice about f!#kin wit me.…..
    You feelin a little sick, you might need to call earl
    but go on and shake it off and well really see if you can f!$k wit ya girl!

    • okay…and let the games begin…

      to ms. shay-d-lady is it shady cuz you’re stuck?/
      standing behind the P, and the huge shadow i conjure up/
      i require you press your luck, so welcome to your own funeral/
      a general in this army, 4 stars i shine beautiful/
      i’m so dutiful, its a must I dust your a**/
      and stash your wack raps and your wack a** so that/
      you understand the game, i own a monopoly/
      and i refuse to bail you out when you come at me so sloppily/
      there’s no stopping me i’m like puffy, i can’t do it/
      but that’s okay!, it hurts me more than it hurts you/
      when you step forth, so tally ho and then sally forth/
      you rap game is worse than Soulja Boy + Scott Storch/
      trynna spit game about ballin’ and donks and supermannin’/
      you like Tom Brady, you thought you had game, I’m Eli Manning/
      i’m always the last man standing, it’s what it is accept it/
      you always gon’ be second place, or third or fourth, whatever/
      so the next time you see Shay-d and she’s staring off in awe/
      don’t worry she’s looking at me, cuz her eyes are watching god

      • Aw okay

        You rhyme game aight, but it cant touch this kid
        Might as well move to the left, like Beyonce’s ex did
        Now you say Im Tom Brady and you Eli manning
        I figured you the type to be all band wagon
        But footballs a team sport all about your crew
        I holds my own so I’m more like Tiger, now look at you
        I m sure you get the picture
        Tried to take the crown but it didn’t fit ya
        Popped a few shots that came close but the mark you still missed
        Now teacher’s a little tired, so for now.. class dismissed

        • “Now teacher’s a little tired, so for now.. class dismissed”

          And P has just been schooled! hahaha

          It’s official Shady, Im starting a record company, JUST so I can sign you.

        • i agree you’re like Tiger, just not the one that you’re thinking/
          more like Tony, a big pu**y – attention, your ships sinking/
          i appreciate your attempt, it was truly a great effort/
          except it really wasn’t, son, you’re half steppin’/
          the only weapon i need is my sexxiness, I’m focused/
          you’re like a penny with a hole in it, homey, you’re hopeless/
          no wonder the teacher’s tired, working hard on such wackness/
          you and Allen I both need the same thing: practice/

          • I knew it would be like this,
            I tried to save you this embarrassment
            But my warnings you didn’t heed
            So once again I’m forced take the lead
            You calling me a pu$$y, that’s cool
            Ninjas always resort to name calling when they lose
            Once again I rise above, but homie its your ship that’s sinking
            Got you all off you task, sitting at home thinking
            Wondering how you gone save face when this rap batlle you have to concede
            Victory is close, I can smell but I am little sad that I had to do the deed
            I must admit this battling has been fun
            You may have won some but you just lost this one…..

            • i ain’t gotta save face, my visage is world wide/
              everbody wishes they could be P, i know you tried/
              i’m honestly surprised this is the best you got/
              you talk a good game, but speech is cheap, sh*t or get off the pot/
              i provide hope for you amatuers, and dream for all you busters/
              I’m a confident superfly cocky motherf*cker/
              I don’t think you get it, I’m doing this for fun/
              i got on flip-flops, you showin’ up in cleats ready to run/
              my swagger won’t allow me to even really get tested/
              got you showin’ up at midnight, every night, check the record/
              i suppose i’m just bless-ed, so i thank my lucky stars/
              that i been gifted with the ability to spit some hot bars/
              you shawty lo, i’m T.I. hanging out in Bowen Homes/
              you Yung Berg in Detroit, where you know it’s so cold/
              if you had a chain i’d snatch, along with your respect/
              it’s so cold in these streets, what the f*ck did you expect/
              the only thing i lost in this battle was interest/
              cuz i feel like i’m battling an autistic midget/
              its not fair to whip a midget’s a*s, nor is it shay-d-lady/
              cuz you really ain’t hot, you cold as ice, ice baby…

              • you aint gotta save face, so why tryin so hard
                trying to prove you got it on the VSB boulevard
                you started this shyt but Im gone finish yes I am dayum it
                I m still on the pot, I know you smell it I just shytted….

                and you right I do frequent this site,
                your blog is hot, I aint never denied it.
                bloggin is your future and you should really stay wit it..
                but this rap game aint for lil boys so give it up,P just quit it
                But while this may be your blog, this battle is about more than just writing
                Ive schooled ninjas before, had them ready to fight me
                Rappin is my weakness its already been stated, but what that say about you
                That my verses still slayed ya
                you claim to be a rapper but so far its all babbage
                Wack tastic a$$ metaphors are all you seem to manage
                Give it up son, your rhyme game is in crisis
                you got one thing right, my flow is colder than ice is
                You call me shorty low and say you TI
                But you flow got asthma and you need a TO
                But okay, Ill give you TI your flow is kinda cute, son
                But I’m a real woman and I got work to get done
                I toyed with you to long, I admit its my fault
                I’ll be the bigger woman and let you win by default

              • ~~~awarding a dozen roses to Shady-d-lady~~~

                That battle was hot

                @ P

                “got you showin’ up at midnight, every night, check the record”

                Spitting th’ truth to crackheads errwhere

              • ~~~awarding a dozen roses to Shady-d-lady~~~

                @ P

                “got you showin’ up at midnight, every night, check the record”

                Spitting th’ truth to crackheads errwhere

                accepting roses.. Thanks.. I aint a rapper or a poet really, but I think I held my own..but on the flip side
                you calling me a crack head IH? LMAO

              • the crackhead refrence were to all that lurk in the midnight hour waiting for the latest VSB Post… I know there have been at least two nights where I texted, or Im’d Liz cause Champ was late posting and I know (I mean I have on good authority) that Panama’s post last night was late, cause I fell asleep (with my phone in hand refreshing VSB) around 12:15am EST and there was no post yet.

                So I mean VSB is THAT CRACK! but I ain’t got no receipts, nowamsayin’

  17. ***in my eastside voice rockin to the beat***Hey Yo…P Money…Look what Starbucks can do man. You said I couldn’t do it man.You told me to drink tea, man. Tea ain’t coffee man. You said starbucks was “the man” man And not in a good way man. But yo..a barista wit a green apron and shyt changed my mutha fykin life this morning.

    ***hey yo turn me up in my headphones, im bout to show these ninjas what a white cup and brown sleeve can do…***

    no one can really stop me
    you may and try to clock me
    but no one can run a mile in these heels
    ya know

    ah no no
    ah no no

    i spit fire on every track
    wit(h) breve misto and my gat
    i mean my…
    MAC sheer pressed compact

    but ah yo

    they say Im iridesecent
    and my beats so pleasant
    but i perfer to be hot ta def

    ah yo yo
    ah yo yo

    while im makin a comeback
    you makin a “stop dat”
    but its all good

    ah fo sho
    ah fo sho

  18. *tap tap* Is anyone listening…Im so nervous! AHHH okk heerree we go!

    Back, back, back, back
    gimme 50 feet
    You know its cus your breath so stink
    I came here lookin like the spice of life
    and the way you look is making me want to die
    I had high hopes for you and me
    walking on the beach, hand in hand, so lovely
    But here I am and there you are
    I know I didnt wish this upon no star
    Dirty nails, english subpar
    I can see this going no where at all!!!

    lol ok..that was fun!

    tax payers dollars going to waste..sowwie yall.

    • Dirty nails, english subpar
      I can see this going no where at all!!!

      LOL great line.. whats up with ninjas and dirty nails though.. yall dont have the “how to wash your hands properly” instructions posted over your bathroom sink in the mens room?

  19. I’m glad you have so much faith in me P-Money, just cause I love rap doesn’t mean I can, I don’t even try. I need a Jay-Z type ghostwriter…lol I love the Pitbull reference at the end.
    My freestyle was inspired by Michael 5000 Watts…lol

    (screwed and chopped) with this beat in the back
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zrx4GGGztEw

    I’ma come down
    Way north of H-Town
    Stay fly in streets
    Also in between the sheets
    What you know bout that?
    I’ll beat a bytch with a bat
    I-35 ridin’ straight factory
    I’ma fly chick bring a nuh to his knees
    Don’t really care what you think about me
    Try as you might but you could never be

    I won’t be quitting my day job anytime soon…lmao!

  20. I don’t freestyle no more, cuz I don’t rap for free
    But I’ll kick it with y’all a minute, um let’s see
    You already know my name, you already peeped by swag
    So cool with the kid you think its freeze tag. (Adlib: Your it!)
    Just laugh and nod, read, blog and post, on the site
    and don’t let the bosses catch you coast…ing.

          • Well I’m gonna…(kick the LL flow)

            A little nice Biddie Came to see me the other night
            “anything you want Dorian, mE ain’t gonna Fight”
            baby i’m a G but witH you I’ll take it slow.
            put on them Jams and licK you from head to toe.
            Lovers, eneMies and frieNds ain’t all that different yOu know?
            she said “stoP, what you mean enemies i told you we ain’t gonna fight”
            no Question baby giRl, juST lay back i’ll make yoU feel alright.
            we made loVe not in the club, and We did some nasty things too
            she eXploded on my tongue and screamed “dorian i love You!!!!”
            i said chill homie, you can’t love me, you barely know me
            but you invading my space ms. enemy, be out i gotta catch some Zzzzs

  21. Yo why you all up in my face tellin my I’m fine?
    You think I haven’t heard? Pshh that ain’t the first time
    Ya lines are lame and you aint got no swag
    You even failed the test of the brown paper bag
    That’s problem #1, won’t you get that fixed
    Pull a Michael Jackson but the nose you can nix
    Ha! Just kidding. Do you think I’m mean?
    Will that make you go away? Cuz that’s kinda the theme
    Of this here rhyme that I’m spitting to you
    So please take heed…wait did you just call me “boo”?
    Now you done pissed me off, see I was tryna be nice
    But you bout to get got cuz I’m…pulling…out…my…knife…

    • “Ha! Just kidding. Do you think I’m mean?
      Will that make you go away? Cuz that’s kinda the theme”

      Don’t walk up to me asking ,”what’s wrong boo?”
      Cuz you’ll sware I did you wrong when I say that it’s you
      So you and your halitosis make a U-turn back to the bar
      Cuz that blackhole breath is the closest you’ll ever be to a star.

      • WOW!

        Y’all are quite talented

        my favorite line thus far…

        “Cuz that blackhole breath is the closest you’ll ever be to a star”

  22. AWWWWWWWW SHYT!!!! Not a rap battle….let me give it a go.

    Mic Check 1 2 1 2

    Riding down the street and I had to stop
    Saw you rolling down the street lookin o so hot
    Say you look so good you look so fine
    Ima take you back to Cincy and make you mine
    Twistin my hips and licking my lips
    Got you hanging by my pretty lil finger tips

    I know u know how to lay the pipe in the bed and streets
    Puttin these corny azz nyggas straight to sleep
    Besides every through nygga is a bad azz b*tch
    All you gotta do is say the word & Im flippin the switch
    On these lame azz nyggas and bytches too
    You know Im the one u gon call ur gangsta boo

    Had to let my inner pretty girl thug out.

    CHALLENGE!!

  23. “P.S. If you happen to be in the Miami, Florida, area, tomorrow night The Champ, Liz, and possibly myself will be guests on Keeping It Real with Te-Ericka, a radio show on WBRY 1640 AM, a radio show that airs every Friday from 10pm to midnight. ”

    This wouldn’t happen to be Te-Ericka of prettygreeneyes (not the real site address, I dont’ wanna put her out there like that)?? If so…..I LOVE that chick!! Talk about someone who keeps it real!

  24. Yeah girl, let me buy you a drank. It’ll lighten up ya mood and make you act less stank. You were my last choice, I really wanted ya friends. Too bad for me, cuz they all got men. They asked me to take you out on this date. Maybe take you home, smash you down, and frost ya cakes. Don’t try to order dessert, or you will be deserted. Wait, you ready to leave now? Great. That’s perfect. Get your coat.

  25. My name is 8th Wonder, and I’m the best
    All the homeboys want to feel my breast
    but you WON’T, you’s a lame
    And there’s no discussion needed,
    Wouldn’t get a second date if you sat up here and pleaded
    And you wanna know why, well I’m so happy you do
    The convo’s so slow, could swear I’m listening to screw
    Your outfit’s so wack, can’t even try to use some tact
    Beetlejuice would walk in here and ask me, “Why’s he wearing that?”
    You gots no swag, there’s a damn swag deficiency
    Ain’t tryna go back to your one room efficiency
    The date is done, nah, hell no, it wasn’t fun,
    Now go and tell your mama that you just lost one!

    *B-girl stance*

  26. Its No More Heroes coming straight from the D
    And aint no ni&&a on this blog fu**in with me
    And all the ladies know that I will be a playa for life
    Me and my ni&&a Kwame Kilpatrick running game on your wife
    She said she hates your wack raps in addition to your lame charm
    I hit the spot, you comin up short like McCain’s arms
    Titties like Esther, @ss like Bria
    Will make a ni&&a buy a ring as soon as he see ya
    But im not TI so no “whatever you like”, Its whatever you deserve,
    but only if you can get on top, bounce and swerve
    And these hobbyless hoes are getting on my nerves
    Read a book, knit socks, go fishing or kick rocks
    Cuz I keep on moving with no breaks or pit stops

    • I hit the spot, you comin up short like McCain’s arms

      so that cracked me up…thats about as f*cked up as obama’s McCain computer illiterate ads when the mans arms won’t let him properly use one!

    • Titties like Esther, @ss like Bria
      Will make a ni&&a buy a ring as soon as he see ya
      But im not TI so no “whatever you like”, Its whatever you deserve,
      but only if you can get on top, bounce and swerve
      And these hobbyless hoes are getting on my nerves
      Read a book, knit socks, go fishing or kick rocks
      Cuz I keep on moving with no breaks or pit stops

      this was hot

    • No More Heroes
      you are officially a dude I can f*ck wit.. but I still will warn my daughter about your kind.. LMAO

  27. *stepping into the ‘boof’*

    You need some treatment cuz wackness is a sickness
    Fubu, Boss, MCM, and Pelle Pelle is not da bizness
    Fanny packs & sandals with socks ain’t a fashion statement
    Are your clothes stored in a time capsule in your mama’s basement?
    I think I need to Miss-t-lee to throat punch the crap out of Cupid
    Because you in that Pacer all I call think is : Cole… you stupid

  28. You know what this date is wack-tastic,
    Your overweight and you’re wearing Walmart jeans with the elastic
    You’re built like Sherman Klump and look like Flava Flav
    Gas as is high ass hell, this is $3.89 I could’ve saved.
    I cant sit here any longer and endure this bullsh*t
    You lied to me, so my wrath you gotta deal wit.
    Your mom dropped you off on her way to BINGO,
    And did you say you were the cashier at Dominos?
    I am going to bounce, cause this shit is unreal
    Im out son, I hope your moms gave you enough money to pay the bill

  29. Okay, I’m about to channel my inner Killa Cam’ron, so here goes:

    *grabs the mic* (no double meaning, not that theres anything wrong with that)

    IT’S THE COUCH!
    eff you couch ninja
    yeah

    un, un, un
    Yo, you straight up wack so this whole date is fin fin (finished)
    I forgot my wallet so your paying for din din (don’t forget the tip)
    If I knew that you looked like swanp thing (damn!)
    I would have just took you out for Chicken wings (chinese store ninja)
    And a Bootleg movie and shrimp fried rice
    Don’t worry about me asking for sex tonight (nah)
    Yeah you heard me miss, this ninja’s good (good)
    I’d rather watch midget porn and beat my wood (yeah)
    It ain’t my fault that the date is over (over)
    You should have known when you order “skrimp” and a orange soda
    Man you so ghetto, I’m ’bout to flip my lid
    So take this doggy bag home to your 6 kids
    Ronnie, Bobby, Johnny, Ricky, Mike, and Ralph
    Signing off it’s ya boy eff yo couch!!!

    And I’m out
    Holla!!!
    *starts barking like DMX*

  30. Okay, I’m about to channel my inner Killa Cam’ron, so here goes:

    *grabs the mic* (no double meaning, not that theres anything wrong with that)

    IT’S THE COUCH!
    eff you couch ninja
    yeah

    un, un, un
    Yo, you straight up wack so this whole date is fin fin (finished)
    I forgot my wallet so your paying for din din (don’t forget the tip)
    If I knew that you looked like swanp thing (dang!)
    I would have just took you out for Chicken wings (chinese store ninja)
    And a Bootleg movie and shrimp fried rice
    Don’t worry about me asking for s3x tonight (nah)
    Yeah you heard me miss, this ninja’s good (good)
    I’d rather watch midget po.rn and beat my wood (yeah)
    It ain’t my fault that the date is over (over)
    You should have known when you order “skrimp” and a orange soda
    Man you so ghetto, I’m ’bout to flip my lid
    So take this doggy bag home to your 6 kids
    Ronnie, Bobby, Johnny, Ricky, Mike, and Ralph
    Signing off it’s ya boy eff yo couch!!!

    And I’m out
    Holla!!!
    *starts barking like DMX*

      • P thats not gonna past muster right nah..cause Obama even said that the President has to handle more than one issue at a time.

        so Champ needs to get his internal rhymin’, metaphor havin, irony, sonnet writtin butt to the mic. PRONTO

        this aint the lyricist lounge..don’t nobody get coffee, tea and pastry breaks.

        • “so Champ needs to get his internal rhymin’, metaphor havin, irony, sonnet writtin butt to the mic. PRONTO”

          i’m here now, ninja. who want what?

  31. More Camron-esque rap flow. This is happening on the phone….

    I don’t love you shorty. I barely like you.
    I got a pitbull for a pet…and it looks just like you.
    If I wasn’t a man, shorty I’d prolly fight you.
    Your face is terrifyin, so I think I have a right to.
    You’re annoyin as sh*t! just shut your mouth.
    I was drunk when you had that pillow in ya mouth.
    You woke up, and I wasn’t even in ya house.
    My arm was still there wit u, give it back or throw it out.

    • “I don’t love you shorty. I barely like you.
      I got a pitbull for a pet…and it looks just like you.
      If I wasn’t a man, shorty I’d prolly fight you.”

      Why am I imagining the beat to “Touch It or Not(clean version)” while I’m reading this?

  32. So my rappin/freestyling skills SUCKS!
    (Read on to see why I should stick to singing)

    Awww yeeahhhhh…one two one two (three four five six)

    The Queen’s in the house and I’m DC homegrown
    You ain’t even close to getting all up in this throne
    I never shoulda agreed to go on this date with your wack azz
    You took me to Mickey-Ds you cheap bastard, you have no class
    Temporarily blinded by your dimples and buffness
    I didn’t stop to notice that you’re lacking in toughness
    You holla’d sitting down at the bar on that stool
    I had no clue (Adlib…Whatttt)
    You were 5 foot 2 (Adlib…Dammmmmmnnnn)
    Your boring conversation sucks…To sleep it’s putting me
    You have no clue how to treat a woman like royalty
    You unemployed, baby’s daddy with no drive or degree
    You ain’t even ready for a stunna like me
    (pause…said I’m the number one stunna…wha, wha, wha, wha what!)
    When I went to powder my nose, you tried to pat my butt
    Fine can only get you so far, seems your time is up
    Gettin buddy buddy all up in my face
    I’m bouncing before my security has to spray you with mace
    It’s been real…real terrible…don’t ever bother to call
    Don’t even speak if ya peep me out at the mall
    Next time you riding wit your boys and you hear them sireens,
    Think about how you almost made it in the motorcade with the Queen.

    *The Queen walks off stage bowing and waving. All the men in the room are in awe of her sexy and flyness (not her rapping skills)

    • You ain’t even ready for a stunna like me
      (pause…said I’m the number one stunna…wha, wha, wha, wha what!)

      LMBAO……Don’t you hate when they sit on the stool trying to appear taller. Ninjas be in booster seats and shyt.

  33. Ooo, my turn, my turn! (putting my bamboo earings on) ahem…

    My name is Tiffy and I’m here to say
    don’t ask for my number cuz I’ll say “no way”
    I came here to work, you came to play
    While I’m cashing big checks you’ll receive no pay.

    Now, there’s really no reason to get upset.
    I’m bopping to Jill Scott and you’re screamin’ “Dip Set!”
    I donate to Obama, you’re for that old vet
    Now it’s time to part ways before I get you wet (I’m incontinent)

    That’s right, your wackness made me pee myself.
    Please put that gold grill back up on the shelf.
    I’m almost 5’5″, clearly you’re some sort of elf.
    If the option is you, I’d rather be by myself.

    P.S. – considering that I ride the short bus of anything approaching swagger or cool, this is an almost superhuman feat for me. Lavish praise accordingly.

  34. I call you the Game cuz you have punk tatted on your face
    Your game efforts are futile, you’re running in place
    Going nowhere fast, these goodies you’ll never enjoy
    So from now on I’ll call you an ‘ol’ treadmill lookin’ boy’

  35. I’m BACK, snitches!! (NO SNITCHING!!)

    DJ, Spin that sh*t!

    I’m formerly of WaMu, Now I got Chase
    My bank history, hope it wont be Erase-d
    If the bank is closing I need my money
    Gimme all $50, don’t play me honey
    Under the mattress all my money should go
    Even though no interest will show
    I need a place to stash my dough
    The financial market is currently my foe

    *B-girl stance*

  36. This is my FIRST EVER attempt at flowing….

    I should have know from the start that you were wack
    When you told me you left your wallet in you fanny pack
    But I let it slide and gave you a shot
    Who knew my money woulda been better spent in Vegas on slots

    Your attire is tired, like taking a benadryl
    It wasn’t the members only jacket, or the silver mesh shirt
    But damn them tight skinny black jeans, don’t your B@lls hurt?!

    I would’ve fallen asleep but your breath kept me up
    Every time you opened you mouth I was like what the FLOCK!
    Did something crawl up in there and die?
    Trust me when I tell you, You aint the least bit fly.

    I almost swallowed my tongue when you asked me back to your place
    That’s when I spit out my drink in your face

    Now go back home to your mamma’s basement
    I’m moving on looking for your replacement

    I admit I was in a dating slump
    Thought I’d give you a try, but I think I got Punked

  37. i’ve had my afternoon Starbucks and i’m feelin a lil bold. *cracks neck* i’m no MC by any stretch but i’m a fan of “Green Eggs & Ham” so i’ma try to get my Dr. Seuss on….

    when we first exchanged numbers you seemed kinda fly
    but now you’ve proved what they say bout ni99as and flies
    yeah ok you paid for school but class you can’t buy
    you doin way too much and all that cologne has got me high
    i hate to break it to you but i gotta be straight forward
    your gear is jacked, your convo whack, and frankly i’m just bored
    if i wanted to be put to sleep i coulda just called Tyrone
    he’s my mr. tune up man, hmmm i wonder if he’s home
    cuz a free meal ain’t worth all this its a waste of time
    i can’t pretend to like you even after all this wine
    look i aint ya mama, i don’t raise boys to men
    but you could learn from VSB, check em out and grab a pen
    my lyrics may be lame and so what if my rhymes are weak
    but truth be told even my flow got your sorry @$$ beat
    you lack quality and you bout as bland as this salt-free food
    so it’s time for me to be going, don’t call me I’ll call you

  38. (Lil Wayn’e A Milli beat)

    I’m no millionaire

    Don’t call me Fred Astaire

    You h*es all stop and stare

    Realize you don’t compare

    What I’m rocking you can’t stop this

    Naw you cannot cop this

    Get yo own rock star pose and still can’t top this

    You’s a loser chick at the club turning tricks

    like you’s lil b*tch Go home and tell ya snitch

    I’m so fresh in my 7even jeans, old school J’s clean

    Loc’s flowing down my back

    when you see me know I’m a queen!

    YEAAAAAAA BOIIIIIIII! (Standing in my B-boy stance)

  39. This one is dedicated to my short-armed homie McPain, I mean McCain

    I heard your arms are too short to box with God
    And that your breath smells like old dead Cod
    You trying to win the race by playing off of race
    Really you would do this country such a disgrace

    You tried to pull a bitch move like you were playing chess
    While rubbing your hands all over Sarah’s breast
    My man Obama called your bluff
    Now you pouting over there all in a huff

    Crunching numbers on a Friday night
    All I gotta say is….Yeah right
    Looks like youll be having a debate
    Which I bet you hate

    You dumped your wife for Malibu Barbie
    And you old as phuck and running a lil tardy
    100 years old in the office
    Youd be better off trying to get Dyck to toss it

    You tout that you’re a prisoner of war
    Yeah that’s fine and dandy but your still a whore
    And you got a lump on the side of your face
    Face all droopy like you just got maced

    $5000 in make up and you still look dead
    While you’re looking at Sara like give me some head
    Speaking of Sarah what were you thinking
    Oh wait you were just trying to get some of her pinkin

    That’s okay because come election day
    Obama 08 that’s all I came to say

      • “V Renee, that should be posted on Barack’s website! Awesome.”

        and then, 10 minutes later, barack would have a press conference officially cutting all ties with v renee, all of her associates, and the entire city of cincinnati

        • He can’t do that.

          (Screaming) HE NEEDS US!!!!!!!!! Ohio stand up….well not all of you, some of you can sit down.

          • “well not all of you, some of you can sit down.”

            This is how I feel about some of the members of my family

        • I concur, Champ.

          I think it should be premiered @ the Inauguration house party, cuz it is hot. But noooot quiiite yet…

  40. Ahhh man, rap battle? Damn, I wish I would’ve got in here earlier!! Anyway, here’s a warm up verse.

    If you didn’t know, ask your mom / about the Very Smart Brothas – V.S.B. dot com / Where folks come to chop it up, share their wiz and rant / Hosted by by the trio – Panama, Liz, and Champ / Typin’ stories that never bore me all about relations / These other sites are washed up like McCain and Palin / I give a shout to peeps who represent the best / Genius Khan, Deviant, and of course the Hostess / Luvvie and Shay-D hold it down in the early morn / Be havin’ 80 plus comments by the break of dawn / Shatani and Miss-ti-lee definitely in the house / Along with WuDaMan, Shay, and the homie Eff Yo Couch / Droppin’ dope anecdotes like Rick the Ruler / Can’t forget As Is, Big Buck, and Kamakula / Big up to Puff, Sisanda, and the homies overseas / The Comback Girl, V Renee, and Naturally Alise / Shouts to K.I.T. and to V.E.G. / Slim Jackson, Dope Fiend, and Ms. P.B.G. / Miss Patty represents as well as Dorian G. / 8th Wonder, No More Heros, and Miss ABCDE / The Queen and Sister Toldja keeps it real and honest / Just like J. McFly and Intellectual Hedonist / Lil’ T and Sonri are always good and fresh / And I don’t know about y’all but damn I miss Goodeness / QB, Sheila, and the homegirl Dom / What up Cornell Westside and AroundHarlem.com / Full of spunk, VSB always bringin’ the funk / Signing off but I’ll be back, it’s your homeboy Monk!!

  41. damn…who’d a thunk there’d be a freestyle friday the one day i actually had to work, lol. oh well, here goes..

    (to “swagger like us)

    the champ is the buildin/ swag at a hundred thousand trillion/

    this aint no bailout though/ ya’ll can’t see me, so pull your braille out, ho

    no…neva, will the champ be defeated/i stay on fricassee, ya’ll just getting heated

    i’m at the top of the list/ you cocky, miss? well talk to the 5th

    …or the nine and the twins/the uuzz, 22′s, choose and you’ll make the news

    lose? please. ease up with the cool sh*t/before i start sneezing… i’m allergic to bullsh*t

    • “damn…who’d a thunk there’d be a freestyle friday the one day i actually had to work,”

      (uhhh huhh…wit congress right and the other congressional unicorns (where’s Alise)

      “ya’ll can’t see me, so pull your braille out, ho”

      dam@n not the braille. that was funny.

    • that was well worth the weight champ… LMAO if only to “hear” you say pull your braille out Ho… I tell you the metaphors and analogies brought forth on this site today… sheer genius I tell ya.. sheer genius

    • flyness jigga-esque.*championesque. …but confess*my flows are the best* i fix rhymes like a sandwich artist* at Subway eats fresh*grab a pillow if u need to caress* and i wouldnt waste 5 minutes marinating ur azz, farenheit the great churns heat, eats fire, slobber lava*yes*test*u’ll get crispy fried with the rest. u jus a crispy az crunch to a vet* [crunch] i bequeath thee hades hotsauce rhymes to adress. saw ur profile on match.com*and ur lipstick was matching ur dress.

      i wanna thank me for letting u be urself now lets get it in Champ.

    • *Deeply inhales*

      Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

      (You’ve been gone all day, so I didn’t get to clown you…sue me.)

  42. First saw this cat, thought he was all charm
    Til he raised those turkey wings he calls arms
    To wave me over, ask me out
    I think this mofo has progressive gout
    But I accepted the offer, with serious doubt
    Whole dinner passed, all he did was pout
    Couldn’t stop laughing at his leaning shoes
    People still shop at Goldblatt’s? This was news
    Not to mention his lethal breath
    He said his eye lazy, I said “it’s near death”
    Oooh wee, look now he’s pissed
    “Kindred, I ain’t know you was gon be like this”
    Shidd, why not? Kept myself entertained
    Don’t sign up if you can’t play the game
    Hmm, look at that, I’m outta time
    Use the rest of this date to catch your hairline

    I’m COLD. AS. ICE. Ask somebody!

  43. I wouldnt call myself a “closet rapper” but definitely a poet. Are the two one and the same? I mean…you gotta have a certain flow, style, and rhythm to be a good poet in your pieces that rhyme….and the entire scope of being a (good) rapper is comprised of the same elements. I’ve never really tried to rap but I definitely do Spoken Word on my pieces; a lot of mine are Spoken Word, matter of fact.

    I’m just curious…..

    Oh and……to finish your title, lol:

    (start)

    P-U-F-F
    Wanna make ‘em go deaf
    Make ya say, “who dat?”

    Total *laughs* Bad
    Kim, Keisha, and Pam
    Oh s*yt, Goddamn!
    Now should I cram it
    Or slam it
    (forgetting words here lol) –Jam it!

    (end)

    (start applause)

    LOL

  44. to all The Office fans on vsb: how ridiculous was the rap freestyle snippet of Michael and Holly on last night’s premiere?? talk about foreshadowing…

  45. Me and Genius Khan got a collabo hit song.
    I hope you enjoy.

    Introducing ya to Powerful & Awesome
    Wait till you see our rhymes really blossom
    Our flow is tighter than John Legend’s Vest
    Our flow is hotter than the TV sold by a crackhead
    Heftier than Re-Re Franklin’s tit game
    Our lack of contract is really a shame

    First up is my guy Genius Khan
    His intellect is sharp and you’ll become a fan
    His tongue is quick, his words are long
    He may entice you to end up in your thong
    Fiercer than Andre Leon Talley’s gold cape
    His wit is something you cannot escape

    GENIUS Khan!!

    That’s powerful hooking man, quack. U betta duck aflac. (inhales)
    Chia Get that lil swing
    … u get In ur hips
    1 time for me.
    Um chia
    Heh, heh, heh (inhales) whoooo!

    Tricks, tramps, sluts trollops and strumpets.
    Take a week or two off relax drink some Gatorade pin the tail on the donkey
    Blow the skunk-n, recharge LETS GET IT IN! and hit it bumping.
    They Total recall, my name in the streets
    From low places to high places we buy places,
    replacem with my spaces
    Ergo “that dude” where go “that dude” there go: “that dude”,
    My hand traces Nice curves, tight swerves, but Mami that’s rude.
    Least let this dude finish his food before u wrecking my mood.
    She said Duuude..

    booty shakers checking for they rump
    chin checkers checking for they chins
    Everybody checking for some honey
    Powerful & Awesome always checking for their money

    What should the video to this HIT song look like?

  46. (sorry y’all, i have a complex about bad ‘teef’)

    It’s not Halloween slack jawed youngin’
    But your gums are dressed in all black like the Omen
    And you been out all day Trick or Teefin’
    Gingivitis goblins and tartar terror in your mouth beefin’

  47. i wasnt gonna do it…

    handcuffs on the bedpost? u already kno
    all i need is the yellow tape, im good to go
    crime scene in the bedroom
    ya girl is a beast
    when i start, i put work in, til noon at least
    no shame in my game, dog i dont play
    this girl is live straight wildin out of the streets of BK
    they wanna kno “who dat the up north jackie o?”
    “round lips t*ts hips and sick raunchy flow?”
    its s-h-a-y
    yes thats how i ride
    youngins watch how she do it
    aint really nuttin 2 it
    take notes, matta fact make a checklist:
    1.(its all in the tease) talk reckless,
    2.they always watchin so look cute
    3.never talk guns ‘less u bout 2 shoot
    4.i ride for my man
    5.and i stunt for the fans
    not to mention witty to boot (thats crazy)
    shorty is a creeper and im also a 10
    at the end of the night, straight to the lions den
    this lioness is all pride but roll for dolo
    ur goin home by ur lonesome
    ill call u 2morrow

    • thats a shay tight flow. i mut say
      thats a wrapped tight, heat type glow
      and u could leave it but take tips, turn flips for a swank type bro.
      whoa!
      u feel ur tits type grow and ur cli*s like swole.

      whoooo!

      about to let loose a lil spittle
      gem stones like bailey banks and bittles

  48. This was fun. It’s d@mn near therapy. Maybe like once a month, or once a quarter, we can pick a topic for everyone to freestyle to. Possible topics:

    Friend/family pi$$ed you off
    Significant Other pi$$ed you off
    Co-Worker Issues
    Stranger who by the grace of God didn’t catch a beat down from you
    Good/bad $ex someone may have recently had

    The topics are endless………

    • This was fun. It’s d@mn near therapy

      I must admit I did have a blast.. I was dreading coming to work today and this made it worthwhile.. I have literally been sitting here with tears in my eyes reading these posts.

      • Yeah laughing at yourself! Your lyrics were truly impressive!!!

        Don’t tell P, but you definitely won the battle in my opinion.

  49. It’s posts like this that make me miss WuDaMan. Can ya’ll imagine his contribution? It would be like some Twista mixed w/Das FX and some Fu Schinickens on the side.

    And 8th Wonder would get hella paid for her translation services.

  50. They call me Headsprung yes I’m your main squeeze
    I’m lactose intolerant drink milk and sh*t cheese
    So turn down the treble and crank up that bass
    If you’re the freestyle king and I’m the freestyle ace
    If you say Fort Worth you better say my name
    Men with jewelry is tacky you won’t see no chain
    I’m on some grown man stuff so I keep my wheels plain
    I’m tight like a straight jacket, I’ll make you insane

  51. Okay, I fully needed inspiration so I took it back to the ex….funny is we’re super cool now, but hey he was on some extra jerkdom back then…who knew?

    You try to
    smile in my face
    bask in my grace
    I see how you
    glance at my thighs
    through your egotistical
    lust-filled eyes
    no replacement could ever
    even try on my shoes
    as if that b*tch
    could ever rock
    these Jimmy Choo’s
    Yes, I changed all the credit cards
    took your keys and locked the doors
    I never could understand
    your co-dependence
    masked like you made some
    “great dissent”
    Baby…just…sit…down
    Let me school you with the crown
    Good girl on the outside
    But a fighter for the underground
    Just stop and study
    watch my success
    so when you see my name
    in bright lights
    remember
    It’s Kamilah Jones b*tch!

    Okay, that’s all….lol! :-)

  52. You wack as he-ll
    I cant even muster the courage,,
    Hell to the naw I cant just grin and bear it
    You wasting my time, making me miss must see t.v.
    Re runs of different world are way more appealing to me
    Like line james rhymed 911 emergency
    But please disconnect yo self from the community
    Your an embarrassment to all, yea son even your moms
    to borrow another line from my tv show chest
    Like a sucker you walk around
    like a sucker you going down
    are words that describe this situation best
    Tired of quoting these lines from one of my favorite shows
    To but it bluntly you suck and you blow
    I know that seems impossible
    I thought that way to
    But your wackness is proof, and indubitably so
    Im drained and taxed and can take it no further
    So go back in your corner
    You f*ckin ninja turtle

  53. Hey is this thing on okay here i go:
    A blog a blog A F-ing blogger
    call him a word play smith cause blogging is in his heir
    When they blog on V-S-B they be trip—pin
    see rappin aint built for these weak MC
    Its built for hard core philly street ninja like me
    this my first time posting so I’ma show you how i be
    I aint even a rapper but you can ride it wit me

  54. o.k. this is my first post on this site ..but who can past over a good rap battle

    talkers talk/ walk in the fire with hands by their side
    ni&&az claim it but i doubt these bit@@es ready to ride
    gang war is on the street and its bout to collide
    you in the middle and the ending is you gotta decide
    flogging ni&&az fake they claim and now they cuaght in a lie
    having thoughts of suicide now they buried alive
    if the mouth hot coals and the throat is some fire
    them my vocal cords will get you to a volcanic high
    speed of a jackel and heart of a lion
    be careful when you be clubbing of the ni&&az you eyeing
    i comfront ya just to settle what you bit@@es denying
    that you can find another younger brotha better than i am
    let me take ya to a moment in time
    where ni&&az go and find little great moments in time
    so they by my tape,stop, fast forward, rewind
    until they memmorize every last one of my rhymes

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