Emotion Posted September 12, 2005 Posted September 12, 2005 Were talkin to Musturd and we decided to rap battle somebody so anybody wanna battle me EMOTION ? I take on anybody!
dUSt Posted September 13, 2005 Posted September 13, 2005 Yeah im a webmaster but never use it as an excuse making your lyrics look as childish as Dr Suess I run the spot and I'm paying the rent You think you're .com but can only hang with .net You think it's funny I aint Vanilla Ice so when i grab the mic you betta think twice forget that, you see me you better run and hide cuz i'll make sure this is a verbal homicide whoever said you can rap... they lied you think the mic is your weapon? please if that were true then you got suicidal tendencies you can't touch my raps they come too quick and too fast this is a two man race and you just came in last
sweetpea316 Posted September 13, 2005 Posted September 13, 2005 Very nice dUSt... you've got some mad skills.
dUSt Posted September 13, 2005 Posted September 13, 2005 That was for Emotion. Here's something for Delivery boy... They call me illest and iller, there's no one chiller It's not Michael Jackson, and this is not thriller One def rapper, cold know I can hang I'm dUSt from phatmass, not Kool from Kool in the Gang Cuz I'm the coolest of the cool, they call me dUSt see And ain't another rapper who's as bad as me I got a high powered voice, I'm the party people's choice I got so many rhymes, you gotta take invoice
Apollo Posted September 13, 2005 Posted September 13, 2005 [color=red]OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!![/color] dUSt just dropped you like a bad habit.
dUSt Posted September 13, 2005 Posted September 13, 2005 And this is just in case JRD feels brave enough to step up... They think I work for Kellogs mouth full of Frosted Flakes I wreck the mic like if you drivin and lost your brakes Game damager I take trips up to Canada Raps so clean I got more soap than a janitor Crawlin' low like a tarantula, here I come grab your camera Even though I'm a rookie I'm still far from an amature Its the trunk dismantler from Fair Meadow Drive Catch me in Kansas on Sarah's camera live My screens fall kinda similar to coconuts My rhymes are iller than Jazzy Jeff's cuts Im sitting crooked and throwed, wide squatted and slow JRD's rhymes are wacker than a Nelly show It goes down boy you already know - hahaha
MC Just Posted September 13, 2005 Posted September 13, 2005 [quote name='dUSt' date='Sep 13 2005, 12:21 PM']Yeah im a webmaster but never use it as an excuse making your lyrics look as childish as Dr Suess I run the spot and I'm paying the rent You think you're .com but can only hang with .net You think it's funny I aint Vanilla Ice so when i grab the mic you betta think twice forget that, you see me you better run and hide cuz i'll make sure this is a verbal homicide whoever said you can rap... they lied you think the mic is your weapon? please if that were true then you got suicidal tendencies you can't touch my raps they come too quick and too fast this is a two man race and you just came in last [right][snapback]721854[/snapback][/right] [/quote] MC DUST!!!!
Guest Posted September 14, 2005 Posted September 14, 2005 that was some fire dust i cant even front on that
Guest Posted September 14, 2005 Posted September 14, 2005 you dudes is geniuses tryen to outduel delivery u whack you lose you geniuses you mimick me im fresh im nice i move with the energy u fail u falter u envy while resenten me DELIVERY BOY ya'll kiss the feet my flow cooken in the kitchen about to be hustled on the street sellen mixtapes out the trunk prolly like 500 hundred a week take that money and hit malls and put 24's on the jeep i mingle i flirt i sip i chill she hot she short she fit the bill she phones i answer she ask i tell she stops she visits wit some taco bell but back to the battle cuz that pimpen is old ur flow like a lease that keeps getten repoed or better yet its like a junker that cant get sold u lads is out of ur mind thinken u can get wit D-BO
point5 Posted September 14, 2005 Posted September 14, 2005 [quote]you think the mic is your weapon? please if that were true then you got suicidal tendencies [/quote] Biter!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! probably ripped off some other stuff too...didnt read the rest...stick to the ones and twos lol jk
dUSt Posted September 14, 2005 Posted September 14, 2005 [b]This is for Moses the Black:[/b] You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap Where you at? Lubbock? Where the heck is that!? Never that, black, my raps are unlimited Yours are prohibited, of course that's contributed To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test When you step into the house of the dUSt and get blessed Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees Young slacker, save that trash talk for the above fake rappers I'll crack yo back again with ten knuckles Rhymes are weak, they make me chuckle like a name buckle You call em lyrics, please you need to stop You goin out - scratch that - you goin pop I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet Call the paramedic and tell him your pathetic Your lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic Your gimme gimme is lame, yeah I said it Look over your shoulder moses, where you headed Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid Intake these rhymes and fill your lungs until I rip it Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin YOU SEE THAT? (dang dUSt, he was only jokin) Warning: all MC's better retreat You're too lame to walk down your own street Better run and get the Black Eyed Peas Cause I eat, eat, eat emcees Devour their titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon And tell your boy Flip don't even turn his 8 ft mic on Sold ya punk, thought I told ya punk Crossover, slam dunk, game over punk (one more time?) Sold ya punk, thought I told ya punk Crossover, slam dunk, game over punk
Guest Posted September 14, 2005 Posted September 14, 2005 (edited) alright check it u dudes aint hard u aint reppen the streets u dudes iz soft u'd get robbed on seaseme street ya'll remind me of bobby trendy, just a tad bit gayer if " whack rappen " was a town, u'd probally be mayor ur sixteens are weak, i callen em anarexic u need some creatine in ur rhymes, if u gonna be flexen you remind me of garbage smellen all rotton ur flow like a junkyard the trash u keep droppen and now its piled so high its taken up half the thread callen me a fake rapper when u the one thats dead lyrically merked you with the flow, po po callen it 187 the blood all up on my hands, the mic the muder weapon like ur old coach said, winnen isnt everything im married 2 the flow thats y i sport the wedding ring the flow divorsed you, she said u were cheaten dr phills there to help ya if u still stressed n weepen Edited September 14, 2005 by Guest
point5 Posted September 14, 2005 Posted September 14, 2005 [quote]This is for Moses the Black: You soft as a newborn baby takin a nap Where you at? Lubbock? Where the heck is that!? Never that, black, my raps are unlimited Yours are prohibited, of course that's contributed To not knowin ya limits and who you need to test When you step into the house of the dUSt and get blessed Get on your knees, bow down to my degrees Young slacker, save that trash talk for the above fake rappers I'll crack yo back again with ten knuckles Rhymes are weak, they make me chuckle like a name buckle You call em lyrics, please you need to stop You goin out - scratch that - you goin pop I feed you a poisonous verse so don't try it No more rhymin, you on a lyric fast diet Call the paramedic and tell him your pathetic Your lyrics ain't energetic you're sweet as a diabetic Your gimme gimme is lame, yeah I said it Look over your shoulder moses, where you headed Write a verse and flip it, melt it down to liquid Intake these rhymes and fill your lungs until I rip it Chest busts open, heart bursts and smokin YOU SEE THAT? (dang dUSt, he was only jokin) Warning: all MC's better retreat You're too lame to walk down your own street Better run and get the Black Eyed Peas Cause I eat, eat, eat emcees Devour their titles, cause I'm an idol slash icon And tell your boy Flip don't even turn his 8 ft mic on Sold ya punk, thought I told ya punk Crossover, slam dunk, game over punk (one more time?) Sold ya punk, thought I told ya punk Crossover, slam dunk, game over punk[/quote] Listen up wannabe, cause Im sayin this once Tried to settle this in Lubbock but you were afraid of the punch I Eat Dust for Lunch yo you wack on the cuts DJ "can't scratch" couldn't scratch the hair on my _____! And its like that when I get on the mic and just spit Hidin behing your computer you oughta just quit Your keystyle is weak child so flee while you still can And meanwhile you'll feel Kiel beating you with one hand And one mic, scatch that I don't need a mic My words haunt your dreams keepin you up at night And it's sad you reside in bed thinkin of me While your wife's unsatisfied it aint hard to see Yeah I'll bow down to you, to see if you're all right From gettin knocked on your ___ when you tried to fight Me the Mo Black know that it's on now Your flows wack you won't pass the first round Stick to what it is that you do best Not sure what that is but it aint this rap contest I promise no more, cause you my friend and this hurts Better think twice before steppin to this "Christian jerk"!
FranciscanRocker25 Posted September 14, 2005 Posted September 14, 2005 ouch i agree w/ kat this is quite enertaining
Guest Posted September 14, 2005 Posted September 14, 2005 [quote name='point5' date='Sep 14 2005, 11:13 AM']Listen up wannabe, cause Im sayin this once Tried to settle this in Lubbock but you were afraid of the punch I Eat Dust for Lunch yo you wack on the cuts DJ "can't scratch" couldn't scratch the hair on my _____! And its like that when I get on the mic and just spit Hidin behing your computer you oughta just quit Your keystyle is weak child so flee while you still can And meanwhile you'll feel Kiel beating you with one hand And one mic, scatch that I don't need a mic My words haunt your dreams keepin you up at night And it's sad you reside in bed thinkin of me While your wife's unsatisfied it aint hard to see Yeah I'll bow down to you, to see if you're all right From gettin knocked on your ___ when you tried to fight Me the Mo Black know that it's on now Your flows wack you won't pass the first round Stick to what it is that you do best Not sure what that is but it aint this rap contest I promise no more, cause you my friend and this hurts Better think twice before steppin to this "Christian jerk"! [right][snapback]723016[/snapback][/right] [/quote] hahaah getten gangsta with it wow we gotta be pushing the limits for lyrical content on a christian site
dUSt Posted September 14, 2005 Posted September 14, 2005 Punk you don't even know the half about me I bring it straight to your chest, ask Sean P about me I'm just a little bit older, plus a whole lot wiser I might advise ya, or I might pulverize ya I can visit any city, get respect on the web While you alone in Lubbock with me in your head I'll take a second to speak, cling to me like a leech You listen to my rhymes and get swept off your feet I have a black chic that loves to slap preppy white hicks You're too weak for me so I'll get her to settle it She's down like a clown through thick and the thin Call me when you grow up, ask where your wife is Satisfy that, jack, aka Moses the Wack Checkin every five minutes, fiance-whooped hack You can't compare to the status right here Legendary world wide web, we can battle right here Listen junior, gonna mess up your pretty blonde hair I come in high definition so all you can do is stare Can't even keep your lyrics clean, how scary Haha, just shows how you lack vocabulary Stop grillin me, and all that frontin is killin me You leave me no choice but to hurt your feelings G You ain't heard a style like like this in a while Boom, bip, child, I stack Kiels in piles
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