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Afro Boyz

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#44
Jul 14, 2008
 
Lil Weezy wrote:
Yo, I got a question: were da f*ck did da "Afro Boyz" come from? couldn't yall find a better name that dat? it's terrible dawg. It's like all of a sudden' yall got high on crack or somethin' and came up wit a stupid ass name foe yo selfs, but couldn't yall at least do better at pickin a name?
yo name makes me laugh
Yeah, but yo mamma turned Michael Jackson white
Mr Funny

Branch, AR

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#45
Jul 15, 2008
 

Judged:

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Who ate my fries
who told the lies
who thought they could fly
Mr. Funny thinks he's high
I'm running out of words to rhyme
I'm running out of my time
sour like a lemon, green like a lime
my freind thought my fat sister was fine
I think he's way far out of line
blonde chicks are...naah I won't go there
I'll just stay here, drink my beer

“Lest We Forget”

Since: Sep 07

Surrey, BC, CANADA

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#46
Jul 17, 2008
 
j-LAW wrote:
HOLLA AT YO BOY j-LAW I'M SO FLAWLESS LIKE YA HOUSE AIN'T GOT NO HALLS SO I'M LIKE WHO IS THE GREATEST RAPPER ALIVE WHEZZYFBABY JR. CAUSE YA KNOW I'M SO NEW LIKE A COUGAR ALL U OTHER DUDES LIKE A GOT DANG SEWER SO U DON'T KNOW ABOUT ME SO PLEASE LET ME BE NO PLEASE SAVE ME NO LET ME SAVE U WHO KNEW WHAT WHAT IT WOULD DO LIVE'N IN DIXON LIKE RICHARD NIXON LIVE'N IN THIS TOWN FULL OF CLOWNS S0 DO U THINK U CAN HANG WIT ME NAH JUST LET BE WE BE REP'N CASH MONEY NOW YALL KNOW ME
I think thereís something Iím missing, Iím confused no lie aint winking, hate to be defensive like a cat hissing, make a rhyme thatís intended for dissing, is NOT what I usually do, but I have exceptions for ďrappersĒ like you, DAMN MAN, what are you thinking?, did you write that one after drinking? If so Iíd be careful what youíre mixing, bad rhymes smell and this oneís stinking, itís WEAK, full of holes fill it with water watch it LEAK, with a performance like that, against J-MAC, youíre asking for defeat, itís inevitable, your INability to speak English proficiently is incredible, if handed a dictionary youíd probably ask,ďwhatís this, is it edible?Ē, your vocabulary is FAR from complete, now neither is mine, and thumbs up for trying to rhyme, but next time, make sure you fully understand a word before using it in a line, how does flawless and a house with no walls share ANY relevance? That doesnít make any SENSE at all, a house needs support HENCE why it HAS walls, otherwise it wouldNíT be flawless, these questions are not rhetorical by the way, so I suggest thinking of what to say, in response to the questions I display, we share a common interest I love to rhyme too, advising others is something I like to do, people are ignorant to rap so Iím looking to construe it, I have a goal to help others rhyme and looking to pursue it, write down what I say and never lose it, make sure a dictionary is with you at ALL times, whenever you sit down to rhyme, and I promise that you will find, itís easier to spit when you fill your mind, with words and verbs and learn to combine them, if you canít see this youíre blind then, figuratively speaking though, till the next time however , cuz Iím peacing bro

“Lest We Forget”

Since: Sep 07

Surrey, BC, CANADA

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#47
Jul 17, 2008
 
Better than Yall wrote:
Damn J-mac....
I think they was rappin at me?/
YAAA man I think they were
I sense some tension itís getting hot in Ďhurrr
Trying to act hard but they soft like fur
This they realize so now looking to concur
ďLetís introduce ourselvesĒ okay sure
Keep yo self in check and respect
Always reply ďSIR YES SIRĒ
To the one and only MISTER
J-MAC aka JIKKA
My styleíll fuck u up quicker
Than a 40 oz. of liquor
Youíd think it COULDNíT
But it gets bigger and bigger, sicker and sicker
Step? I WOULDNíT
If talent was money to yaíll Iíd be richer
Just like the direction of beer in an empty pitcher
After I scream ďsomeone fill my fucking cupĒ
My games got nowhere to go but UP
Continue smashing the egos of foes, I SHOULDNíT
But I will
And wonít stop until
These sour pickled rappers Iím talking dill
Accept the fact they lack a thing called skill
Like energizer I keep on going and going
Disses like darts I keep throwing and throwing
Thread and needle in hand Iím sowing and sowing
Knocking them over like pins if I was bowling
Welcome to the University of Rap Iím the dean
A lean mean rhyme producing machine
Give me any topic or theme
A pen a pad and see
I rhyme like Ďtwas innate to me
I got you addicted Iím the dealer you the phene
My raps are crack and you Charlie Sheen
Saying you strapping car-jacking
but are yaíll even 19
Better question are yaíll even 14
Whatís being out late to you, like eight?
ďmy mommyís so meanĒ there there donít cry
No need to make a scene
Iím a professional should be on a sports team
Rhyming be my forte it seems
Your rhymes be Like Maple Leaf Chicken they lean
My RAPS be abundant with content they PHAT
Like Sadamís regime yaíll falling and falling
Yet still claim yaíll balling and balling
Leave ya card but no oneís calling and
Iím running while yaíll crawling
Fists up but aint ready to start brawling
You checking and Iím all in
About to win this pot
Oh I forgot yaíll aint even old enough gamble
My bad, I donít rhyme with minors a lot, lol listen to me ramble
Well as entertaining as this has been
I must briefly vacate the scene
But Iíll be back, donít worry in a hurry,
Like a cat that finds a place to get its food at
I will return when itís time for my up bat
Eager for some more combat
BLAHZO

Los Angeles, CA

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#48
Jul 18, 2008
 
Whats that?
J-mac leakin a NON-fact
claimin' u Eager for COMBAT?
C'mon -- Son, Stop that!!
Talkin that sweet shit before
now you want war????-
u betta hit the door..../
before I Stomp That /
on Contact/
U aint expect a possible Comrad
to Bomb Back!/
Attack and slaughter
like black-water Contracts!/
you aint ready for Vietnam, Vietcong Rap/
or Lyrical Iraq'/
man PLeease...
Handle emcees /
and they whole family's/
Dam G'--I hope ya MOMS' strapped/
U rymin that "womp-womp" crap/
queer speakers, lookin like cheer leaders
Put ya POM-POMS back/
Im Atomic on tracks/
explode stadiums!/
Spit plutonium and Uranium at canadian's
U softer than Puff's Plus,
Im tuffer than Titanium/
U dont want BEEF with the
All American like Iranians/
Im cut-throat- like MOB made men
Slay men & Put you on vaca- stylin'
Drop ya body parts in the ocean
See'em floatin off the caymen islands!/

“Lest We Forget”

Since: Sep 07

Surrey, BC, CANADA

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#49
Jul 20, 2008
 
I aint ready for combat?
F*ck that heavy raps I pack
Steady ra-ta-tat-tat from my gat
Leave you flat on yo back
Leaking from your cap
Figuratively speaking
Seeking the annihilation of those I label weaklings
Iím strapped with rhymes
Like I was packing a nine
In time youíll find
That the lines I spit
Be deadly like a bullet
Finger on the trigger squeeze and pull it
Fagot a*s b*tch you probably got a mullet
Rap like you golf each swing you skull it
I rap to the fullest-
Possible potential your rhymes are inconsequential
Trying to rap but lack something essential
Which conveniently enough is my best credential
You talk the talk
But do you walk the walk?
Reassess youíre position it needs checking
Speaking down to me cuz Canada Iím repping
What? If you so tough why you back stepping
Diss my name my game but not where I came from
Thatís just dumb
Youíre trapped
Disrespected the J-MAC, time to get smacked
Slapped, spit on and out-rapped
Sit back, relax, and strap in
Enjoy the sights and sounds of J-MACíS rapping
My eyes and ears get sore
From reading or listening to bad raps like yours
Is there an antonym for encore?
If so Imma scream it till you ďhit the doorĒ
I canít take any more
My rhymes be lethal
Scaring you off fleeing like a weasel
Intellect be what you lacking
Thatís why you sttt-uter while rapping
You on stage gums flapping,
Awaiting applause but no oneís clapping
As I patiently sit, finger nails tapping
ďThis is it?, thatís his rappingĒ
My turn, watch and learn
See this what I do
Like a blunt I burn you
My previous rhymes didnít even concern you
But you in my scopes now too
Put a red dot on ya head like a Hindu
ďI told you Iím just like a clock when I tick and I tockĒ
At the front door KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Gonna POP POP POP you with the shit I drop
Ready to rock it, watch it
I got mad rhymes I pull Ďem out my pocket
Inspirational, educational and yes even oneís that are dissing
Too many to number if I had to reminisce them
My rhymes are bullet proof you canít shoot this
Your rhyming itís useless
Like an orchard thatís fruitless
You canít understand how I do this, youíre clueless
Scratching yo head
ďHmmmm not quite sure what I just readĒ
ďMy pea brainís too small to comprehend what he saidĒ
ďWhatever Iíll pretend I did and move aheadĒ
Iíll put you and rhyming to bed,
Tucked in tight covers over ya head
ďyou aint ready for Vietnam, Vietcong RapĒ
J-MAC always ready for war thatís a fact
Shooting and killing I adore the gore
Your mercy and life youíll be imploring for
Helmets and boots
Soldiers and troops
Iíll be the U.S.
You be the gooks
Better than Yall

Los Angeles, CA

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#50
Jul 21, 2008
 
Jmac10 wrote:
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Garbage? buddy if you can't rhyme without a diss, then I suggest seeking the book "how to rap" cuz there's something that you missed, normally when people speak that way to me I'm pissed, but I'm choosing not to take offense to your diss, as you're just searching for a feeling of bliss, by putting down others, a scar on your ego, looking to get your Boo Boo kissed, I give you the same challenge as the others, spit a rhyme without dissing and if you canít donít even bother, just logoff and donít dare post another,
Jmac10 wrote:
I aint ready for combat?
F*ck that heavy raps I pack
Steady ra-ta-tat-tat from my gat
Leave you flat on yo back
Leaking from your cap
Figuratively speaking
Seeking the annihilation of those I label weaklings
Iím strapped with rhymes
Like I was packing a nine/
In time youíll find
That the lines I spit
Be deadly like a bullet
Finger on the trigger squeeze and pull it...
..........
LOOKS LIKE TWO DIFFERENT DUDE's POSTIN THERE???
aHAHAHAHa!!

Look who's startin to Shed A Tear/
crying over the Net in Fear
like you got somethin to Let us Hear/
Forget it Queer'
I run the Walk/
u struggle to Get a Chair/
Sit and listen At It
what happened J-mac, to Mr. Diplomatic?
now u tryn to Grip A Ghat-Shit???/
Detectin' poor Reception u
Spittin Static/
See the chest pokin from this Weaklin'
Yea U Leakin -but u Drippin Whack-ness!/
Actors/
U couldnt Flip Raps if ya notepad
was in an Accident/
pay attention to the vernacular acrobatic/
your flow's dull'er than ya mother's mattress/
Its mashed in ,
and the box frame is Splittin' & Crackin'/
cuz i Pimped her for Cash,
and had her pussy split open
and rip into her Ass...
then all the way up her back KID!
& I'm just sittin back Laughin/(LOL!!)
you aint got no Traffic/
I rock streets like concrete,
ya writtens is saran wrap Plastic/
U pull rose pedals for Practice /
While my real foes get Blasted out they
full metal Jackets/
you fake -- face it/
beat the breaks off you &
Shake you off ya axis/
u rappin Match box car Bars/
I'm vintage 68' classics/
And the indianapolis 500's fastest/
U spit bull shit like Ron harper in 98'
while radiant thoughts i create
stay sharper than a Cactus/
Ya weak flames get smoldered,
Im colder than blizzards/
Ya just a kiddie emcee
at Mickey D's/
slurpin blizzards' in glasses/
This Canada's Dry!/
I'LL WET U UP
w/out even havin' to TRY/
or Battin' a EYE/
Im a Lyrical Cash Cow
Dumb lips- u
Redundant w/ya Rap Style-
and sweeter than Fun Dip
u bluffin - & Lack "...WOW"/
Typers with Arthritits
are Far Better Writers/
See- I can see right thru ya Diapers
like u wanna ACT WYLD!!/
Talkin baby food/
Gerber Verbals/
U aint neva Bang a Tool/
or blow pounds oF Purple Herbals/
get back on the Curb Duke
aint it past ya curfew?/
U ryme Nursery tunes/.....
Slobberin some tuff-shit/
tryn to walk the walk
but U hobblin off on Crutches/
Snatchin duckets when I cast a verse/
You gave me ur best,
I only wrote this
cuz I was just bored... at-work/
Sculptin' Multiple syllables -- killin you'...
CANT U ryme MORE then just ya sentences LAST WORD??????

STEP YA GAME UP-!

“Lest We Forget”

Since: Sep 07

Surrey, BC, CANADA

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#51
Jul 22, 2008
 
ďCANT U rhyme MORE then just ya sentences LAST WORD??????Ē
Obviously youíre illiterate you idiot
My rhymes are untouchable being youíre a midget
Actually to say youíre an idiot is a complement, just a bit
Go back and give my rhymes a checking
And discover you have problems recollecting
You say youíre at work is that correct?
Iím presuming a job not requiring intellect
Just a guess
Not trying to squash youíre success
Even if I was right bet you wouldnít confess
Many lines of mine have double rhymes
But I have neither the time nor patience
To find them for cognitively impaired mental patients
Iím glad you quoted my previous writings
This may actually be a challenge itís quite exciting
I hate to write rhymes for the purpose of fighting
But you just donít get it
I was trying to teach a lesson but forget it
Prepare to embrace the J to the M-A-C
As I reminisce what yo mama did to me
Wasnít gonna bring her up, but f*ck
You enticed me to do so by being so concise
About how you f*cked mine and how cheap the price
All lies for she avoids guys
With d*cks sized like grains of rice
But back to YOUR mama
I f*cked her not once, not twice but thrice
Had her hands up eyes closed like Ďtwas a heist
Came right in her mouth I was precise
Iím thinking ooooo this is nice
Sheís screaming and phening for the semen
Getting hot and heavy, sheís steaming
Iím just scheming
About how to make this more appeasing, more pleasing
Maybe call up my buddy start tag teaming
I got a bimbo to f*ck when I want
Like Kimbo Iím tough not to flaunt
But like a turkey that pussy I stuffed
Yo mama likes it rough
Screaming... a*s-hole bleeding ďJ-MAC thatís enoughĒ
Finally a man to fulfill her needs
Pounding p*ssy like a drill till I see my seeds
ďThatís it b*tch time for me to leaveĒ
Didnít use a jimmy nor received a vasectomy
But yo mamaís had a hysterectomy
Which is relieving
Knowing no other f*ck ups like you sheíll be conceiving
ďLOOKS LIKE TWO DIFFERENT DUDE's POSTIN THERE???
aHAHAHAHa!!Ē
Youíre right itís like Jekyll and Heidi
I lied
In my previous rhymes I implied
I donít like to diss
Yet go ahead and make one like this
I wonít deny it
But guess what
You demented little f*ck
Son of a sl*t
Keep ya mouth shut
Pull the dildo out ya but
And listen up
I know heís on his knees ready to suck
Begging you to bust a nut
But wait till Iím done
Then you and your bf can have fun
I tried to write rhymes without being cynical of others
But people like you couldnít and wouldnít be bothered
Mad at the world probably cuz you werenít fathered
Everything was cool
I was trying to school them the rules of the sport
Looking to give them some support
But then you came in
With ya diss gun aiming
Looking for a haven
Bitter rhymes like limes it was raining
ďSTEP YA GAME UP-!Ē
ME? Step up? hereís some news ummm
Iíve got too many styles to choose from
You have like...ONE
Your statement only further proves my point.. youíre dumb
Seems to me
Youíve been defeated time to concede it
Accept it your rhymes are depleted
Like a plant trying to grow without being seeded
Couldnít compete even if you cheated
No matter what you say or do
Thereís only one loser and the loser is you
Tell ya moma until you stop rapping nonsense
She wonít receive her 15 cents
Better than Yall

Los Angeles, CA

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#52
Jul 23, 2008
 

Judged:

1

ME LOSE??????????
/ Please- FOOL!!!
U must BE-Confused/
Speakin illogically
U Obviously Need a Clue/
or at Least a Few /
No need for Prophecy to See...
Im Who Defeated YOU!/
Take -- Heed and Chew/
on another Sequel -
of my LEISURLY Spewed.../
BEEF Stew /
Feedin' these...
Unworthy Expendable Challengers
you must have Chemical Imbalances
in ya Cerebral !!/
Hence - you not even 1/10 - of my EQUAL/
Wussy, I smell pussy!,
nah it's you --- All Salty like Seafood/
Cuz I Speed Bag Beat You/
Ya style is See Thru /
Im Airin' U out
cuz Beatin You 's a BREEZE Duke/
You're Garbage - Tarnished
BUMS Starvin' wouldnt Eat You'/
Nuthin you said even caused- Me to Move/
in fact Ya Jawn made me Yawn'/
I was in ZZZZzzz's -& Snoozed.../
thanks for drawing' some shit I could Sleep To !!/
& I barely gave U a Preview/
Mad at the world???
Nah, Im actually rather Peaceful /
happy as Ya Girl, After i smashed
and leaked my Semen Juice
on her teeth,... Ewww!/(Lol!!)
ALAS,
i saw u tryn to Preach to People and Knew.../
you Wasnt GIVIN ass whoopins,
but U should RECEIVE a Few /
And wanted to give u a Lethal - Cheek Full /
So Keep Cool-
Actin like You the HIP HOP police, Puh-lease!/
Ur out of ur jurisdiction
Ur spittin should be illegal !/
ya Rymes are older then Times of Medieval /
U see the signs, Im Divine/
Better kiss my Feet's Shoes/
Like Jesus' Crew/
You musnt realize who your Speakin To/
I should be charging you A FEE,
for how I teach YOU/
Whut I say matters/
Your matters are just Grammatical Fecal/
Speakin heaps Of POO
Ur from a Weak Gene Pool / seemin Feeble /
& U probably still Eat Glue/
J-MAc is really J-"Whack"
My Styles the HAYSTACK, you just the Needle/
hearin U shout ,
while Im wearin u out like a Cheap Suit/
Got this fake Em-cee Vexed / tryn hit RE-SET
and get a RE-DO /
Pull the Plug on the Chyld
& SHUT'em down
Clown, You know u LOVE my style-
& u wish u could BE ME TOO!/

P.S. my name is BETTER THAN YALL for a reason!

AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!
R-Money

Voorhees, NJ

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#55
Aug 4, 2008
 
i jus got my new whip so i can move my shit in pounds underground stop thinkin u can fuck wit me cuz u cant i get so much money i got my own stamp i get money like lil wanye yo bitch can lick my lollipop i pull out dat 9 and den u see dem bodys drop
tbone

Markham, Canada

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#56
Aug 8, 2008
 
Da DMPz wrote:
You think you can rhyme wit da DMP'z?
Show us you own freestyle!
i been chillin gettin my self a popsicle do you think you btiches can finixh an obstacle. yes sir it will be difficult please proceed never give up until you face starts to bleed. finish this whole track hang it on the plaque im better than dr.dre and thats a fact
tbone

Markham, Canada

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#57
Aug 8, 2008
 
yo bitches it me tbone. my statement is i wanna go home its alright ii'll win the fight im a hardcore martial artist like jackie chan and bruce lee. everyone likes to see me on the tv, buy my cd i sold more than a million copies yo your rhymes were so whack it wasnt even in the plaques. im not trying to embarass you im just stating the facts. you see idnt evenhave to curse cuz tbone is the best rapper in the whole universe
tbone

Markham, Canada

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#58
Aug 8, 2008
 
i went to my basement what did i see a whole swarm of motha fuckin bumblebees look at me i take everything seriously. i went to the hive they were making honey i was so scared i didnt think it was funny. listen to me what did i say when you go to your job your gonna get fired the first day. i know nobody cant write a better verse than me cuz im like lil wayne and your nothing compared to me
tbone

Markham, Canada

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#62
Aug 11, 2008
 
yo all freestyle rappers, looks like they've came back. when i start rapping it looks like you've been sniffing crack. Bitch please bring this mike back to track and rewind it back. cuz these people aint understanding my theory. they think they do whatever they want and still not hear me. bitch i aint a thug , im a regular person. atleast i can look at my dam face in the curtain.when i get shot it wont be hurtin. cuz i'm immortal and your nothin. its like that rap group immortal technique. were they dancin with the devil or just plain freaks cuz ive fucked around with alot of geeks. yo i know i the next lil wayne except my mane is tbone remeber it or ill rob your home.
Dopeboy

Branch, AR

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#63
Aug 11, 2008
 
Gotta get High
more dro to buy
but i stay fly
20 on my wrist
26 on my ride
Ciggarello i blow
on cam, off cam
even on a TV show
i get high everyone know
I just sit wit weed to smoke

Get High!
Yung Seazar

Chicago, IL

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#64
Aug 16, 2008
 
ya still do rhymes cuz i got wanna thats bangin yall ready:
They say imma beast but im not cuz im crazy
Lost it for awhile started getting hazy
Fell out the rap game landed with ya lady
Now we bumpin in the mercedes
My raps are miracles so young people call me moses
My words are plagues to other people watch out for the locust
U can call me Ye and im coming home again
Reason why i got tired of roming
Did so much fighting you'd thing i was Roman
But im irish i think thats an omen
I seeking out my targets scratch that im homing
I flyin straight to the core
Young baby people falling straight to the floor
But imma king man my name is ceasar
When it come ot your girl i can please her
Yall aren't beast just yet yall still in the stable
But im untame like HBO on cable
So if i die b4 any of my rhymes get sold
I promise yall everything i've ever said won't go cold
Because the ground i walk on and everything i touch turns to gold
And you could burn me just put my ashes in two bowls.
One for Ceaser the other for Deep
Both are me just different molds
THe End [:)Ceasar(:]

“Lest We Forget”

Since: Sep 07

Surrey, BC, CANADA

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#65
Aug 17, 2008
 
ďmy mane is tbone remeber it or ill rob your homeĒ
You meant to say name I assume/
Youíre getting annoying/ you know/
Like excess perfume/ time to go
Cuz your flow is oh so/
Boring causing snoring/
I donít need to read
The end of each line/
I know what Iíll find/
What word youíll rhyme/
Itís the same each time/
Your gameís lame but not mine/
No one can combine
Words and verbs
Like me you see
J to the M-A-C
I have my own kind of rapping/
I call it J-MACíN/
Smashing and thrashing foes/
Yo Iím asking/ who has what it takes
To partake in a battle against a rhyme I make/
Like pamís boobs
You fake/
You a noob/
New to the game
Which is evident from your name/
Címon man thatís lame/
Tbone? Iím well known
For embarrassing rappers so they never leave home/
Again/ I came into this world with a brain
Perfect for rhyming/ a rap membrane/
Iím insane/
Like Saddam Hussein/
In my footsteps youíd love to follow
No meaning to your rhymes they hollow/
Donít bite more than you can swallow/
I wonít repeat it/
Quit trying to be it/ the best rhymer/
Virgin to rap..first timer/
Believe it bro I got you beat/
You canít compete/ I have almighty power/
I can write more rhymes in an hour
Then number of times in a month you shower/
Bitch I dare you to rob me/
If you rob like you rhyme
I know the job will be sloppy/
It be a fib/ to say youíd have another day/
To live if you robbed my crib/
You act tough but soft like foam/
Tbone
Youíll be greeted with chrome to ya dome
If you dare step foot in my home/
The moment I see your ride
Iíll find a spot to hide
Inside/
Chilaxing, relaxing, as each shell I slide/
Into my 12 gauge pump/ you chump
I Dump it all to you fall/
Body slump/
Slamming your chest
What a mess
The buck shot makes
When it sprays/ I canít wait
For this day to come/
When you become acquainted with my gun/
ďatleast i can look at my dam face in the curtainĒ
Damn G your English is hurting/
Curtain? Are you certain?/
Cognitively impaired person/
Itís too bad your dadís
Condom wasnít workiní/

“Lest We Forget”

Since: Sep 07

Surrey, BC, CANADA

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#66
Aug 17, 2008
 
You chirping/ like a bird
Did I just hear what I thought I heard?/
You used a grade 3 word/ in the wrong context/
Thatís absurd/ Do you smoke that herb?/
Intellectually parallel with flies on a turd/
I think you meant mirror you queer/
It would appear
You havenít been near/
A dictionary since like...what year?/
Help me here/
I rhyme without fear/
Like I said bitch
Be Lil Wayne I donít give a shit/
I make it rain rhymes/
Unleashing pain each line/
I hit you with a diss
Your kidneys shift/
Like a spliff I light you/
Four-fifth when I fight you/
15 shots and Iím aiming Ďem/
Hollow tips in ya cranium/
Thatís it/ I give you all I got/
Full clip/ empty each shot/
POP POP/ whether a gat or a rap/
I make you drop/ nonstop/ Iím hot
Like a coffee pot/
Listen up trick
I wonít quit till you admit
You canít spit/ at all/
You should split/and leave this brawl/
Stop rapping/ cuz hereís whatís happening/
I keep attacking/ like a bear during a maul
Even when you fall/
Go ahead and call/ for help/
No one will come/ you by yourself/
The rest werenít dumb
And listened when I warned them ďrunĒ
If you donít want to face the one/
And only/ J to the M-A-C ainít phony/
Youíve been warned
Prepare for the storm/
In time youíll find my rhymes
Are like bees in a swarm/
I sting you with a diss/
Send you running home
ďMommy give my boo boo a kissĒ
You see Iíve been drinking heavy
Thinking steady/ rhyming plenty
And came to a conclusion/ you aint ready
To embrace losing with me G/
My rhymes hit ya hard they cause bruising/
I got so many flows I have difficulty choosing/
Dr. D-R-E
And the D-O double G
From C-P-T
Share a common trait with J to the M-A-C/
Rhymingís easy for us three/
For we be natural rhymers ya see/
Me/
I bang MCís easily/
Leisurely/
I love it
Like when girls be pleasing me/
This rap game I run it/
Like the one with THUG LIFE tatted on his stomach/
You wanna fight letís fight/
I can do this all day and all night/
Like BIG ďIím in the lime light cuz I rhyme tightĒ/
If talent was weight Iím heavy/
Like a heart rate I rhyme steady/
Any other rapper youíd like to be?/
Donít matter the name cuz my gameís like the best/
The one from the west/ hoochies and gold chains on his chest/
Any guesses? Please tell me Címon bro/
If you donít answer Makaveli your wrong though/

“Lest We Forget”

Since: Sep 07

Surrey, BC, CANADA

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#68
Aug 21, 2008
 
I think I should mention, that itís come to my attention, itís been a week since I last heard you speak, did you come to grips and accept defeat?, realizing you DIDNíT have what it takes to compete, you know how it be, canít handle the heat, then stay out of the kitchen, quit yo bitching and listen, to what I say, Iím like a camel always spitting, all day every day till my head turns grey, you coming to play without any practice, is like showing up to a gun fight strapless, the rhymes you make, are light like angel cake, youíre not ready to embrace the raff of J-MAC, I laugh at your raps, with a game and name like that, no wonder you being gay is a fact, you donít have what it takes, to partake in a make or break rap off youíre a fake, BETTER THAN YALL, show some respect, to a sick ass MC like me, J to the M-A-C, I bet you tried to post one, but couldnít get it done, all night you stayed up, but eventually gave up, it happens more than you think, rappers throw everything at me but the kitchen sink, I donít even blink, come back with a rap, and watch them sink, as they attempt to spit, a beat up rhyme replete with bullshit, youíll find in a battle Iím like a full clip, in the grip, of a cocked back nine finger on the tip, of the trigger, hot and fresh rhymes I deliver, I give a half ass effort while you just giver, yet Iím still the winner, my disses cut you deep yours leave a sliver, not to boast, but from the east to the west coast, all observers are engrossed, it appears, my rhymes are pleasing to the ear, soul and mind, for each line of mine is sincere, something difficult to find in this kind of poetry, got game? Then show it G, and hopefully, you can handle a battle, maybe play some scrabble, cuz your vocabís weak, peep, the judge has slammed the gavel, the verdict is out no doubt, youíve been threatened a life sentence, if any more weak rhymes come from the tip of your pen again, my presence, is felt when I rhyme betta strap on ya seat belt itís time, your rhymes are repetitive like a record thatís broken, my rhymes like BBQ sauce, they smoking, I toss you like a salad, with rhymes presented in this ballad, you see me and start sweating, I see you and start prepping, processing lines that rhyme aimed at you stepping, acting tough, but fooling nobody, Iíve enough bro, hereís a buck fifty catch the bus yo, the material I write is true to me and who I be, ya see, I can rhyme about ANY thing, I have MANY things, to say Iíll just wing it, so enthralled youíll want a copy so you can sing it, next time you rap against J-MAC, your A game you should bring it,
tbone

Markham, Canada

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#69
Sep 15, 2008
 
watch it if he never played that guy about to stop it. yo im playing basketabll with biggie but will they still miss me. i am earning my love wit my mom, but she died in the bomb. i could feel the pain, these teardrops are driving me insane. if you report this abuse you will not have any excuse, cuz my lovers luv me until i die, i could feel the pain in my mother's eyes, so let me decide , should out foor a joyride, remmember never drink and drive, so watch for theseek and let me hide. my best rappers are game and tupac he got shot, by a glock, ifelt so sorry, i wanted to apologize tell everyone what really inside, see igot nothing to hide, my secrets already happen, i got nothin to lie. i aint gonna diss all these other freestylers, cuz they good rhymes when im tired, thats why they gonna get fired and then i gonna get hired. So dont dest my patience
ill make it very clear, my name spreads out through the whole atmosphere.

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