Paragraph President wrote:C'mon man, don't just throw it...Gregg Popabitch wrote:i forfeit.
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Princeton thought heגs worthy of sanction?
not cause heגs urban ben franklin...
Dean of Admissions said Thunגs a product of Affirmative Action
trying to work within rapping but youגre lost with ya views
STICK IT TO THA MAN, THUN!
Oh Word? your boss is a jew?
let me summon the truth, you witnessed drug dealers, gunfights, and indo?
you get to princeton studying books
not the events outside ya window
you donגt need a priest for god, son....when you get fleeced and knocked on
cause ya situationגs bleaker then the street police get shot on
this diss is spot on, watch how i flip the set
relishing in the fact that youגre a hip hop historian on the internet
donגt try to test son, hereגs a thought that you can reflect on
you can probably work at the temple under KRS-One
heh, the temple...
donגt mean the synagogue, i apologize
and i feel sorry that rafiגs crabs in your pubes has colonized
my verse got lobotomized,
weגre better off not knowing that or explained
thunגs on the atkins diet
itגs the only reason he going against the grain
what can you diss about me? what can you write in this battle?
how about:
גonly way Gregg gets over the hump is by riding a camelג?
this ainגt voodoo,
the last line will be the reason you will lose kid
cause i probably dissed myself far better then you did
not cause heגs urban ben franklin...
Dean of Admissions said Thunגs a product of Affirmative Action
trying to work within rapping but youגre lost with ya views
STICK IT TO THA MAN, THUN!
Oh Word? your boss is a jew?
let me summon the truth, you witnessed drug dealers, gunfights, and indo?
you get to princeton studying books
not the events outside ya window
you donגt need a priest for god, son....when you get fleeced and knocked on
cause ya situationגs bleaker then the street police get shot on
this diss is spot on, watch how i flip the set
relishing in the fact that youגre a hip hop historian on the internet
donגt try to test son, hereגs a thought that you can reflect on
you can probably work at the temple under KRS-One
heh, the temple...
donגt mean the synagogue, i apologize
and i feel sorry that rafiגs crabs in your pubes has colonized
my verse got lobotomized,
weגre better off not knowing that or explained
thunגs on the atkins diet
itגs the only reason he going against the grain
what can you diss about me? what can you write in this battle?
how about:
גonly way Gregg gets over the hump is by riding a camelג?
this ainגt voodoo,
the last line will be the reason you will lose kid
cause i probably dissed myself far better then you did
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you suck ric.ric wrote:pops cause it was more entertaining, thuns was blocky and slightly mechanical to me
So we all know the reasons this aint getting no response is beacuse its a shitty round.Claiming that Poppa was more entertaining is shit, you should check the rest of the battles where popa was murdering.This verse has no energy what so ever.The only thing that got my attention was the "let me summon the truth..." line, the rest is just something that was written so that this could be called a verse.Same thing could be said for Thun, but he kept some fire from the other battles, although this kinda verse wouldn t even get him through the second round.That said its still better that popa`s so my vote goes to Pres.
Props for both of you making to the final, but this wasnt something to be remembered at least not the final, the rest of your lines were straight fire.
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I'll have Hell To Pay
I'm a piece of shit that never amounted to nothing
I'm found as a gun man, in every town that I run in
I'd rather listen to what my momma say
Just wreck shop and have some homage paid
But I let the Thomas spray cause I have to pay Honest Abe
Child born with Autism, but can't afford Princeton
even with these raw rhythms, I sought prison with the lost christians
I'm in a depressed state, putting niggas in a neck brace
To collect papes, police get the red tape if my check's late
This pattern living isn't wise to keep
Fucking up my metabolism depriving sleep
and this captalistic society brings out the cannabalism inside me
I'm writing deep philosophies that's made into mockeries
I'd probably should play the lottery instead of studio time for these jotted themes
But mother fuck a Pick Four, I'd rather flip raw
Shit or, I can get more, from robbing every thrift store
All my life I'd felt ripped off, abused and discouraged
I never had to flip burger, I hit niggas with clip burners
Accused for six murders, viewed a nick server, in saloons with mixed burgulars
Fuck this, I've had it with this bad life
Mag might, have a Jag swiped, and take you and your man's ice
Even young kids in my circumference, get they mug split
When fiends is on a drug binge, sending a syringe in your son's chin
And when it's done with, I jack him, with a Magnum
It happens all the time, relapsing back in the same address
Fake clothes, stain matress, a rundown hotel with a slain actress
Many times I did petty crimes, taking every dime
Even the pennies mine, before I kicked in steady rhymes
And there's no difference, this is no condition to grow your kids in
A cold commission, no stove or even a bowl to rince in, it's low and sickening
Police better say May Day cause when it's Pay Day
I stay with A "K" like Chris Carpenter, with them clips sparking up
And a narc get struck, cause my lights off and it's dark as fuck
I'm spraying random at any parking truck, to get the largest buck
And they come sporatically so they hard to duck
What's in my hearts enough to put anyone in orange jumps
I guess it's just this artists luck, being a mytr's tough
Wake up every morning in the cell and lay, why am I in jail to day?
Remember the elders say "if you fail to pray, you'll have hell to pay"
The outside world is completely dead to me, until I'm deceased medically
I've already rest in peace mentally, from the chest I speak theoretically
I know what some Mcs are said to be, but I'm Triple H
Only I could put niggas in my pedigree, poetically
And in a year, I'll probably be below the depth of seas, or heavenly
Or have my rights being read to me, or a nigga putting lead in me
As I'm done perfecting these paragraphs, of a man who has nothing left to see
and technically isn't here to last, so beware of that while I bare the facts
I'm found as a gun man, in every town that I run in
I'd rather listen to what my momma say
Just wreck shop and have some homage paid
But I let the Thomas spray cause I have to pay Honest Abe
Child born with Autism, but can't afford Princeton
even with these raw rhythms, I sought prison with the lost christians
I'm in a depressed state, putting niggas in a neck brace
To collect papes, police get the red tape if my check's late
This pattern living isn't wise to keep
Fucking up my metabolism depriving sleep
and this captalistic society brings out the cannabalism inside me
I'm writing deep philosophies that's made into mockeries
I'd probably should play the lottery instead of studio time for these jotted themes
But mother fuck a Pick Four, I'd rather flip raw
Shit or, I can get more, from robbing every thrift store
All my life I'd felt ripped off, abused and discouraged
I never had to flip burger, I hit niggas with clip burners
Accused for six murders, viewed a nick server, in saloons with mixed burgulars
Fuck this, I've had it with this bad life
Mag might, have a Jag swiped, and take you and your man's ice
Even young kids in my circumference, get they mug split
When fiends is on a drug binge, sending a syringe in your son's chin
And when it's done with, I jack him, with a Magnum
It happens all the time, relapsing back in the same address
Fake clothes, stain matress, a rundown hotel with a slain actress
Many times I did petty crimes, taking every dime
Even the pennies mine, before I kicked in steady rhymes
And there's no difference, this is no condition to grow your kids in
A cold commission, no stove or even a bowl to rince in, it's low and sickening
Police better say May Day cause when it's Pay Day
I stay with A "K" like Chris Carpenter, with them clips sparking up
And a narc get struck, cause my lights off and it's dark as fuck
I'm spraying random at any parking truck, to get the largest buck
And they come sporatically so they hard to duck
What's in my hearts enough to put anyone in orange jumps
I guess it's just this artists luck, being a mytr's tough
Wake up every morning in the cell and lay, why am I in jail to day?
Remember the elders say "if you fail to pray, you'll have hell to pay"
The outside world is completely dead to me, until I'm deceased medically
I've already rest in peace mentally, from the chest I speak theoretically
I know what some Mcs are said to be, but I'm Triple H
Only I could put niggas in my pedigree, poetically
And in a year, I'll probably be below the depth of seas, or heavenly
Or have my rights being read to me, or a nigga putting lead in me
As I'm done perfecting these paragraphs, of a man who has nothing left to see
and technically isn't here to last, so beware of that while I bare the facts
"I spit that thug shit nigga, MOTHERFUCK singing"
random battle raps i thought of while eating breakfast
im sorta like a palm reader thats readin the lines
predictin death at the very end of this rhyme
hold a seyance to summon up your career
then tell it it never made it, glad it died last year
puttin the fear, back into to competitors ears
blackout on def lyrics so my method is clear
leave your man red, theres a darkside here
battle your whole committee, send em back to the rear
back of the line, so they can come back with some lines
about the last time they tried beat a king of this kind
calibers leavin challengers with unsolveable algebra
tessellate rhyme schemes with an overwhelming talent ta
stack mine, poison coated bars bringin nap time
rap nine, then wait another seven for the flatline
predictin death at the very end of this rhyme
hold a seyance to summon up your career
then tell it it never made it, glad it died last year
puttin the fear, back into to competitors ears
blackout on def lyrics so my method is clear
leave your man red, theres a darkside here
battle your whole committee, send em back to the rear
back of the line, so they can come back with some lines
about the last time they tried beat a king of this kind
calibers leavin challengers with unsolveable algebra
tessellate rhyme schemes with an overwhelming talent ta
stack mine, poison coated bars bringin nap time
rap nine, then wait another seven for the flatline
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this shit was ill. i dunno what you dudes are talkin about. thun murdered.Paragraph President wrote: In comparison, embarrasingly, on the contrary
Youגre left with more lumps then herds of dromaderies
Words is bond, Greg, care to wager monetary
To the tune of an arm and a leg you canגt stomp and levy
My dues plus interest, this must seem kinda scary
Kneel five times to real live rhymes גcuz you unfairly
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Congratulations to Thun for winning the CTR battle tourney!
all comments about how great Thun is should be said here!
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look up in the CTR forum there is a showcase going on about Magneto ask him there.Wha don`t you post something about the ill verses he`s puttin on.
And again somewhere in the near future if you can Magneto, i`d like to here some of this rhymes on a beat or just one, to see if you can do your thing on the mic like you do on the paper.
There were some blastin moments in the middle of this verse.
"But mother fuck a Pick Four, I'd rather flip raw
Shit or, I can get more, from robbing every thrift store
All my life I'd felt ripped off, abused and discouraged
I never had to flip burger, I hit niggas with clip burners
Accused for six murders, viewed a nick server, in saloons with mixed burgulars
Fuck this, I've had it with this bad life
Mag might, have a Jag swiped, and take you and your man's ice..... "
And again somewhere in the near future if you can Magneto, i`d like to here some of this rhymes on a beat or just one, to see if you can do your thing on the mic like you do on the paper.
There were some blastin moments in the middle of this verse.
"But mother fuck a Pick Four, I'd rather flip raw
Shit or, I can get more, from robbing every thrift store
All my life I'd felt ripped off, abused and discouraged
I never had to flip burger, I hit niggas with clip burners
Accused for six murders, viewed a nick server, in saloons with mixed burgulars
Fuck this, I've had it with this bad life
Mag might, have a Jag swiped, and take you and your man's ice..... "