Rhyming?

Whos got skills? Post up some rhymes, works in progress whateva lets see whos got some talent. And if you haven't got any go and write some see what you can come up with.

Please no dissing this is just for fun

Any takers?

"im tighter than helen clark's bike shorts"

Yeah I know, heard you talkin on Tahu last nite. Well done bout the Welli battle and good luck for all the up and coming events, Reprazent the 03!!

Don't know if you'll remember but I bumped into you outside All Bar a couple of weeks ago.

Alright this is a work in progress, but this is what I've come up with so far.

When I cypher I more deadly than a snipers rifle
Like a lyrical emperor, tha crowd hearing my call to arms,
Come follow me and u can become one of my decipels,
I step up to the plate to spit a verse,
when that mic meets my hand, one thing you must understand is,
at that very moment I’m possessed by unknown spirits dark n evil
Please believe me when I say I’ll be back to drop a sequel,
so just when ya think ya up to scratch and your skill, is superior or equal,
I raise it up another level and convert my lyrical tounge to lethal,
I’m on a power trip like illumanati or rockafella,
Wanna buy me a drink strictly Heineken or Stella,
Im here to unite the 4 elements of hip hop and tell all you critics
That this hating has got to stop,
or one of you dissers is bound to get your head knocked.

Whattah ya think? (constructive criticism)

^^ Is it really that shit no1 can even bother replying?

its all good

Hey man, did you get my email?

not bad...

here yah go...


villanous venamous its the commical chemist
penmenship courageous master of mic and stages
line by line i ryhme endless - apprehending your appendex
sending all offender's back to being blender's
being's are rendered useless in my precense
truth hold's its premise so you mould the tenant's
not what i call destruction and battery
karizma one this is the end of the weak like saturday.


just a muck around keystyle...

Chur,
PZ
Galesima.

Heres another peice I working on,

Dissing me is like signing the end of your own suicide letter,
Coz I spit ryhmes like a bullet sprays come out a bretta,
You won’t get shit for free from me my minimum charge is that of a hundy,
Coz Im a rhyme killer equivalent of the serial murderin mad man Ted Bundy,
Which means Im kinder sick n twisted with a complex mind incurable,
AMI and State telling me no way you’re uninsurable,
And know what you say wont effect me coz my self esteem is durable,
Coz who are you to me anyway mr no one, mr no way,
Your sadder than a bald man, who has a crooked toupee
You keep looking at the honeys but never get no play,
So back up a little moment so I can make this shit official,
I’m gonna keep it real for all my people and never turn artificial,
I’ve kicked off my mission,
in stealth mode I’m gonna earn my recognition,
I’ll be getting freaky while you stick to your missionary position,
And If I was a gun you know I’d be AK only difference I’ll use my lips as a trigger
and won’t run out of ammunition.

the ryda

I make the city jump as da bass goes thump
And I make that rump thump as my dick goes pump

Messin wit dis nigga is like messin with a digger
You guuna die no lie, im just too fukin fly

Yah man!

wot up bo? we should catch up sometime, ripping it up like the old days...

Hey man! I'm just slacking off at work. Keen as to catch up, it'd be mint! those were sum good times aye I want to get back into it proper.

keep bustin sum more lyrics ryda..

U say u grew up in the ghetto
I grew up on the doorstep of Soweto
The one white kid flying solo
Taking each man on mano e mano
So no u dont know
I brought the whole of 473
Step up ta me, ur commiting suicide G
I smoke 5 trees easly and still have ya bitch call me daddy
U c i got the vanacular to be a insult spitter
I got da guns ta be a coffin filler
I'm the bad guy who gives u a black eye
Dont try and spy or i'll hang u with ur neck tie
C 4 u this is where it ends
No time ta say goodbye to family and friends
I'm the pain in this game
Who brings ur lame name ta shame
U better hang ur head in sorrow
U families grief start tomorrow
What cha wanna swallow
Bones or teetch
Ya need 20 years of grief
Ta be called $toff
I gotta idea
Y dont u pack ya bags and FUCK OFF!!

WICKED THREAD GUYS!!

bored at work, here goes

My presence is a force stronger than skywalker
Got no time for people with closed minds and shit talkers
coz I got my mind locked down in an alternate reality,
Got my moves memorised like a flawless victory, followed up by a fatality,
You can call this an MCs resurrection
I’m back and I’m prepped to spread like an outbreak of an infection
As soon as the mic and my hand make the connection
and the DJ got you brocking out to mad selection
I'll provide a verbal vibe creating injection.

If you're into mc-battles than you should check out this awesome site (www.sixshot.com) My mate 'pactu' is a talent to be reckoned with, so check it out if you have time. Laterz

i wouldnt call typing a rhyme on the net battling bo..

maybe theres more to it?




u wanna sit here n type? grab a mic n then cum correct
u think u got style, voice it, not on the internet.
u b boldand underlined, take the time n then quote it
coz when i chat its real time, not pre-written & loaded.




F.A. represent..one woman, nuff rhymes.[/quote]

who hogged the poatato
pass me the kethup
i need to fetchup some more pies
rueban ate em all

peace