Post by Authentic on Mar 20, 2007 16:47:41 GMT -5
AUTHENTIC :
Let's go, I'm defeatin these quitters, raps bringin ether and triggers//
And the only time they say "J Fresh" is if they speakin of Jigga//(JaY Z is fresh)
I've murdered both you faggots time to pick on TJ Dee//
Only time you "on Game rhymes" is if you're DJ Skee//(The Game and Dj skee, game rhymes are good lines)
When it come to this pen shit, you rookies and I been ill with a crown//
And you dudes is just mad, why? cuz wit my rhymes I can "spin" "Lil" around//(Lil Spin, spin him around, leave him dizzy, confuse him, you get the point)
I'm silencin' herbs, and been abominatin' you jerks//
Tryin to be a street 'gang in Italy' too bad the mob is dominatin' ya' work!//(masnada means "gang" in Italien. "gang in italy" the mob started in Italy. Put down work for your hood, you get it)
Say one thing fags, and then my words will crush clowns//
But quit rappin, forreal, you dudes is better at scorin' touchdowns//(you all on the football team)
J fresh You ain't touchin us, you phonies, you dame lyers//
Can't 'fuck wid us' only time you got accused of 'rapin someone' was with Kate Dyer//(rapin someone = killin them lyrically. I know that was harsh, but dont take it personal this is all for fun haha)
I'm squeezin on these clowns, soon as I sight these groupies//
Killin 'em, just call it the 'italien job' its just like the movie//(Masnada is "gang" in italien. The job is like killin someone in assasin talk lol)
DEF FLOW :
Fuck masnada, yall cats be cowards/
Yo raps is my breakfast, yall get devoured/
Imma Rain On Em, cause these cats ask for showers/
Glock is still hot, even after hours/
Im snatchin powder, crashin towers/
Illest motha fucka still castin powers/
Yall glocks are quiet, my elastics louder/
You bitches is a soft snack i call Bastard Chowder/
I doubt yall will ever stop the top/
Im steppin on you cats like hop wit scotch/
Cocksuckers, ya whole blocks a crotch/
Masnada's lifes a time zone, and imma stop the watch/
Petal to the floor, i rock top notch/
I roll up and glock the spot, pop the cops/
Try for the boat, i knock the docks/
Tick tock im hot, i glock ya flock/
It's like ya blind folded, can ya see me?/
Call me an ent when i cop ya weed B/
Flash is like indian china and imma botch his Teepees/
Ya girl heard Only a Legend, and now she stopped ya free bees/
FATAL :
masnada yall some cucksuckas, dont trip wit me/
if u do yall get popped like the triple c's/
im the hunter yall is tha hunted/
masnada is pussy ill get em shunted/
lil spin you a punk bitch, get spun around/
long range or short range ill lay ya down/
fuck six shots to ya torso wit da eagle/
i got a headshot thats precious similar to smeegal/
ya rymes are older then rocks that the hova got/
j "fresh" gona get spoiled due to my lucky clova shot/
when my choppa come out your best to move/
ya rymes is leftova, i jus eat 'em up like yesterdays food/
the bullets get ya face busy like a bitch wit 3 jobs/
you say you a true masnada but i got more people then the mobs/
when i spray ya dome and the clip got sutin in common/
they both emty, ya shit look like the noodles in top ramen/
VS.
LIL’ SPIN :
Man Fatal you aint shit//
You say you hot shit but cant even get a lil clit//
The only fatal here is you//
My rhymes put you in that wooden box cuz that’s wut I do//
Def Flow your no rapper//
I find betta shit when I look in the crapper//
All you’ll hear is boos Def Flow after your done//
My rhymes be chasin you so ya betta run//
I put “Lyrical Gods” in the ground//
POP POP POP three bodies go down now theres not a sound//
But the screams of Masnada as the be splitten your ears//
When you hear this Authentic you’ll be put to tears//
Hey man don’t fuck wit us cuz the cosequences are dyer//
Our shit so hot we’ll set LAB, Def Flow, Fatal, anyone on fire//
The sounds of LAB is fadining away//
And the screams of Masnada are startin today//
J FRESH :
you called def flow cause your rhymes fall on def ears//
battlin masnada is like facin your biggest fears//
i aint got time for any three of you queers//
my rhymes pick and stab like i nailed you wit spears//
I make authentic look like a bitch in front of his L-A-B peers//
these rhymes bring so mush hurt they make you burst out in tears//
wehn im done you'll have three shoes, 2 on your feet and one in your rear//
And Fatal, damn man, you must be lyricaly retarded//
should have know youd lose when you go this shit started//
When this is done i'll make ya'll dearly departed//
you three shouldnt have stepped to us see//
should have know not to step to us three//
we the best tjdee, lil spin, and me//
we all know who the winners gunna be//
you three aint nuthin but a tease//
think you got us beat, bitch please!//
TJ DEE :
yo did I wanna battle, no not really//
not cuz im scared i just couldnt think clearly//
But im back on track if only for the moment//
im ready to take on all of my apponents//(spelling error i think)
Def Flow yah lets start with Jervis//
this kid cant talk i think im makin him nervous//
Maybe this bitch thinks hes tough//
Talking about how his friend got shot and stuff//
Enough on him lets move on to fatal//
his rhymes are weak like the ones i wrote in my cradle//(when i was a baby)
Dont know who you are but ill still break you down lyrically//
fear me cuz drop punches fast like Muhammed Ali//
Last up in Authentic yup PJ//
his rappins good but i think he eats all day//(sorry man its for funn)
wat can i say about this man right here//
perhaps that he reaks says girls like alison geer//
Winners : Authentic, Def Flow and Fatal
Let's go, I'm defeatin these quitters, raps bringin ether and triggers//
And the only time they say "J Fresh" is if they speakin of Jigga//(JaY Z is fresh)
I've murdered both you faggots time to pick on TJ Dee//
Only time you "on Game rhymes" is if you're DJ Skee//(The Game and Dj skee, game rhymes are good lines)
When it come to this pen shit, you rookies and I been ill with a crown//
And you dudes is just mad, why? cuz wit my rhymes I can "spin" "Lil" around//(Lil Spin, spin him around, leave him dizzy, confuse him, you get the point)
I'm silencin' herbs, and been abominatin' you jerks//
Tryin to be a street 'gang in Italy' too bad the mob is dominatin' ya' work!//(masnada means "gang" in Italien. "gang in italy" the mob started in Italy. Put down work for your hood, you get it)
Say one thing fags, and then my words will crush clowns//
But quit rappin, forreal, you dudes is better at scorin' touchdowns//(you all on the football team)
J fresh You ain't touchin us, you phonies, you dame lyers//
Can't 'fuck wid us' only time you got accused of 'rapin someone' was with Kate Dyer//(rapin someone = killin them lyrically. I know that was harsh, but dont take it personal this is all for fun haha)
I'm squeezin on these clowns, soon as I sight these groupies//
Killin 'em, just call it the 'italien job' its just like the movie//(Masnada is "gang" in italien. The job is like killin someone in assasin talk lol)
DEF FLOW :
Fuck masnada, yall cats be cowards/
Yo raps is my breakfast, yall get devoured/
Imma Rain On Em, cause these cats ask for showers/
Glock is still hot, even after hours/
Im snatchin powder, crashin towers/
Illest motha fucka still castin powers/
Yall glocks are quiet, my elastics louder/
You bitches is a soft snack i call Bastard Chowder/
I doubt yall will ever stop the top/
Im steppin on you cats like hop wit scotch/
Cocksuckers, ya whole blocks a crotch/
Masnada's lifes a time zone, and imma stop the watch/
Petal to the floor, i rock top notch/
I roll up and glock the spot, pop the cops/
Try for the boat, i knock the docks/
Tick tock im hot, i glock ya flock/
It's like ya blind folded, can ya see me?/
Call me an ent when i cop ya weed B/
Flash is like indian china and imma botch his Teepees/
Ya girl heard Only a Legend, and now she stopped ya free bees/
FATAL :
masnada yall some cucksuckas, dont trip wit me/
if u do yall get popped like the triple c's/
im the hunter yall is tha hunted/
masnada is pussy ill get em shunted/
lil spin you a punk bitch, get spun around/
long range or short range ill lay ya down/
fuck six shots to ya torso wit da eagle/
i got a headshot thats precious similar to smeegal/
ya rymes are older then rocks that the hova got/
j "fresh" gona get spoiled due to my lucky clova shot/
when my choppa come out your best to move/
ya rymes is leftova, i jus eat 'em up like yesterdays food/
the bullets get ya face busy like a bitch wit 3 jobs/
you say you a true masnada but i got more people then the mobs/
when i spray ya dome and the clip got sutin in common/
they both emty, ya shit look like the noodles in top ramen/
VS.
LIL’ SPIN :
Man Fatal you aint shit//
You say you hot shit but cant even get a lil clit//
The only fatal here is you//
My rhymes put you in that wooden box cuz that’s wut I do//
Def Flow your no rapper//
I find betta shit when I look in the crapper//
All you’ll hear is boos Def Flow after your done//
My rhymes be chasin you so ya betta run//
I put “Lyrical Gods” in the ground//
POP POP POP three bodies go down now theres not a sound//
But the screams of Masnada as the be splitten your ears//
When you hear this Authentic you’ll be put to tears//
Hey man don’t fuck wit us cuz the cosequences are dyer//
Our shit so hot we’ll set LAB, Def Flow, Fatal, anyone on fire//
The sounds of LAB is fadining away//
And the screams of Masnada are startin today//
J FRESH :
you called def flow cause your rhymes fall on def ears//
battlin masnada is like facin your biggest fears//
i aint got time for any three of you queers//
my rhymes pick and stab like i nailed you wit spears//
I make authentic look like a bitch in front of his L-A-B peers//
these rhymes bring so mush hurt they make you burst out in tears//
wehn im done you'll have three shoes, 2 on your feet and one in your rear//
And Fatal, damn man, you must be lyricaly retarded//
should have know youd lose when you go this shit started//
When this is done i'll make ya'll dearly departed//
you three shouldnt have stepped to us see//
should have know not to step to us three//
we the best tjdee, lil spin, and me//
we all know who the winners gunna be//
you three aint nuthin but a tease//
think you got us beat, bitch please!//
TJ DEE :
yo did I wanna battle, no not really//
not cuz im scared i just couldnt think clearly//
But im back on track if only for the moment//
im ready to take on all of my apponents//(spelling error i think)
Def Flow yah lets start with Jervis//
this kid cant talk i think im makin him nervous//
Maybe this bitch thinks hes tough//
Talking about how his friend got shot and stuff//
Enough on him lets move on to fatal//
his rhymes are weak like the ones i wrote in my cradle//(when i was a baby)
Dont know who you are but ill still break you down lyrically//
fear me cuz drop punches fast like Muhammed Ali//
Last up in Authentic yup PJ//
his rappins good but i think he eats all day//(sorry man its for funn)
wat can i say about this man right here//
perhaps that he reaks says girls like alison geer//
Winners : Authentic, Def Flow and Fatal
