My lyrical debate. GO!!

[GSonII]

You never seen a dictionary because your blind to language that isn't imaginary

My conversation is biblical yours is trivial

Your flow is typical like the brushing of teeth

One blow will leave your family miserable like they found you deceased

 

[RiGGA]

blah blah blah
your punchlines are predictable, la di da
You string together words with a weak link to actual logic
but when I do it they know I'm spittin' factual knowledge
Who you tryna impress dog is this college?
put down ya thesaurus, you stay droppin garbage
You chose to start it oh but know I'll end it
Cause I peeped game and I'm on to ya lil gimmick
I found ya formula but no, I'm no chemist
"LETS STRING TOGETHER A LOTTA WORDS THAT RHYME,
YEAH THEN I''LL WIN THIS!"
This is a lyrical debate boy mind ya business
Cuz like I said you gettin somethin started you KNOW you can't finish

 

[Alivethroughmusic]

Look at whats become, of this gathering madness unraveling, my one sanitarium has me graveling sit to chat and say whats happenin?

let me thumb through the text and use my mind reflex, i don't see rejects but I reject your threats your tape ejects. Mind must be size of specs

I get erect, to any bitches that want to call.. m'ay drink a fortay on my birthday it's fucken curse day, sip some gin and watch the earth cave my cold soul is thirsty.

Erase snitches out the spherical box I rock with white clean socks sly like the fox, I slipped you moss? my mouth is never telling lies on every ride and scene I floss.

 

[RiGGA]

i had to show niggas who Rigga is, cats be doubtin then poutin', really upset i raise temperatures. Blood boiling I'm too nice, call me two dice,

gamble wit ya life against me you roll a one..twice. Snake eyes, game over every time you'll lose and every rhyme I spew is like the Gospel.

I try to be holy but these niggas make me hostile so I gots to stay wit a gun in case they want some, I pop you. Stop dudes in they tracks,

I got tools from nina's to gats to macs..I'm defensive but they stay on attack, so get whacked....brrraaaatttt!

 

[Mr. Gervinho]

More money manipulates matters, Factual
Status update, grapple the track like Thai
Tie time up like a wavelength
Tidal or idle, anticipate the fake
Like you didn't have to save face

 

[G.R.I.P. Money $$$]

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[DMTxTHC]

I'm dope as GRIP's selfless promotion
But i stay in the wrong like Elvis gloating

When it comes to lyrical debate, i school niggas like an administrator
Emcees be the coal, and my mouth be the incinerator

Me inhaling the reefer breeze is second nature
I get notes like Alicia Keys, so you know i'm about my paper

 

[Alivethroughmusic]

Your presence is irrelevant, don't mean to be negative but you no relative to me jack
I keep it coming back and attack with fat stacks of that mack
I seek security luxury no war or fake cats
No people stealing cheese and no man stayin hungry no poor and dysfunctional families indeed you learn to stand me
not into criminals, my mind state is bigger than yours man
tell your boy this deal ain't gonna go the way that he planned man
tell this boy to keep his hands off of my grants man
Tell this boy to get his grades up and get back to school, quit failing in classes and rolling with bad dudes
I ain't a fool, makin' way up to center stage getting paid fuck you bro my mind is made.

Can't stand these lies and fake egos
Only the true gents here we attack those old heroes
You can't match these raps your screw be all zeroes
take this tape and musical fate.

We keep it coming back raw, skip the high class and taste shit
we take the pipes out and break shit but no lives are wasted

 

[sicklyill]

yo - you talk about fake men with real egos
dont tell that to me when im in my kitchen eatin eggos
you have me coughin up some syrups with my pastries
i see you recording with dat camera man - HD!

if you think this is a joke, i bet my pencil pokes
rewrite your insides like drawing the results of a kaleidoscope
you think im done, nah im only just beginning
i'm in the reason forum - WINNING!

Welfare reform is a must! peace yall

 

[sicklyill]

yea I said it... WINNING!

 

[Alivethroughmusic]

sickly dat was ill

A,B,C,D,E then me to a G. I slang more sesame on the street than bert and earnie.
Hey girly see me for big D, you stick up the bank but I take the money, run to kentucky
my brain is fuckly, no I mean fucked bunch I could take paintballs freeze 'em and shoot 'em at the church
I know it hurts but I need that revenge dessert I chop you like sprinkles make human ice cream dirt.

 

[Alivethroughmusic]

You guys can crown me the master blaster end up with your body wrapped in white plaster, my rhymes faster I be the best in here.