CTR LEGACY THREAD

[BeHemoth]

behemoth: top of the pack, or just a sheep in wolf's clothing,
it seems like both, based on what these other hoes bring,
ring ring, who's that? it's your momma on the phone,
she says it's time to do your homework, fool, so get your ass home.

#44

fuck that son you ladylike wearin diaps and baby wipes
tried to snipe quite kaybee like but couldn't rock with 80 mics
in love with patrick swayze type talk shady but he hate to fight
quick to flight take my advice go buy a dress for ladies night faggot

shit son, i can rock without a mic,
emo fag acoustic shit, but hell it pulls the pussy, right?
try to get me in a dress, sorry b you aint my type
i'm a great white shark, and you're a little tripe, just keep swimming.

#45

your post don't make no sense like sandwich bags full of knives
it's pretty obvious you've never battle rapped in your life
a great white shark? dont buy the fake white hype
your styles like rollin the dice, cRAPS, always snake eyes

[FoJaR]

behemoth: top of the pack, or just a sheep in wolf's clothing,
it seems like both, based on what these other hoes bring,
ring ring, who's that? it's your momma on the phone,
she says it's time to do your homework, fool, so get your ass home.

#44

fuck that son you ladylike wearin diaps and baby wipes
tried to snipe quite kaybee like but couldn't rock with 80 mics
in love with patrick swayze type talk shady but he hate to fight
quick to flight take my advice go buy a dress for ladies night faggot

shit son, i can rock without a mic,
emo fag acoustic shit, but hell it pulls the pussy, right?
try to get me in a dress, sorry b you aint my type
i'm a great white shark, and you're a little tripe, just keep swimming.

#45

your post don't make no sense like sandwich bags full of knives
it's pretty obvious you've never battle rapped in your life
a great white shark? dont buy the fake white hype
your styles like rollin the dice, cRAPS, always snake eyes

[HopeLess]

behemoth: top of the pack, or just a sheep in wolf's clothing,
it seems like both, based on what these other hoes bring,
ring ring, who's that? it's your momma on the phone,
she says it's time to do your homework, fool, so get your ass home.

#44

fuck that son you ladylike wearin diaps and baby wipes
tried to snipe quite kaybee like but couldn't rock with 80 mics
in love with patrick swayze type talk shady but he hate to fight
quick to flight take my advice go buy a dress for ladies night faggot

shit son, i can rock without a mic,
emo fag acoustic shit, but hell it pulls the pussy, right?
try to get me in a dress, sorry b you aint my type
i'm a great white shark, and you're a little tripe, just keep swimming.

#45

your post don't make no sense like sandwich bags full of knives
it's pretty obvious you've never battle rapped in your life
a great white shark? dont buy the fake white hype
your styles like rollin the dice, cRAPS, always snake eyes

Ohhhhhhhhh!

[HopeLess]

Whoops. Double.

[Peeping Tom]

...fuck ya'll niggas

who want it

ya'll get murdered thrown on the grill and slow simmered

be easy

[Philaflava]

Good luck.

http://www.philaflava.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=34516

[arlene]

I second HopeLess as well as:

Kilgore
http://www.philaflava.com/forum/viewtop ... highlight=

&

BeHemoth
http://www.philaflava.com/forum/viewtop ... highlight=

[MLink]

so basically...anything dropped between today and tomorrow is considered?? or just battles?

[MLink]

THIS KID MUST BE WRITING HIS RHYMES

[Peeping Tom]

fuck a pen a pad
feel like a lion in a den of fags
i pull out quick not to bust inside
S.W.A.T. how I crush ya'll flies

[MLink]

Your a faggot sleepin in Shit Stained sheets Where Queers Nut
I Roll Up I'm like Sniffin' Cain on a Mirror
You Cold? Shucks, my Spit Game's Fridgid Rain that Near Cuts
You Hole Up in a Ditch Layin, Wishin Prayin I don't Hear Ya

[Peeping Tom]

Your a faggot sleepin in Shit Stained sheets Where Queers Nut
I Roll Up I'm like Sniffin' Cain on a Mirror
You Cold? Shucks, my Spit Game's Fridgid Rain that Near Cuts
You Hole Up in a Ditch Layin, Wishin Prayin I don't Hear Ya

dudes get damaged, he zelda lookin' for his Mans Link
ain't never got pussy, wonder why his hands stink?
he's a tough kid, skinny wit internet savvy
grab beef, make hamburger meat

please next in line

this is too simple like dancin' wit your bimbo

[Peeping Tom]

PHRO 1 i eat him for lunch kinda wholesome
like Folson
I'm penetentiary livin
given your bitch big dick like martha gibbons
I cut your heart into ribbons
just for bein' a mark in the system
come into cali when its dark and you missin
cook up your body parts in the kitchen

Its EASY

[Deadguy]

Never had heard the name Kalama until I walked into the Rebel Truck
Stop on Monday morning. I suppose it may have been an oddity in the
mind of the bleached blonde hussy working the counter for a
non-trucker to stagger in just as the sun was breaking the cold of the
early morning air. Her slowed small town speech pattern and meth heavy
smile desperately welcomed me to a table adjacent the snack aisle.
A cream cheese muffin and small Styrofoam cup of bad, really bad,
black coffee would not be enough. I beckoned the eager servant back
and placed an order for what was advertised as Washington's best
bisect and gravy. A regretful decision I would pay for throughout the
day in the form of a twisted stomach. Sad to say that my stomach pain
would never match that of my neck & back at the moment.

I stand boldly by my choice to sleep there that night instead of
braving the 5 mile walk back to exit twenty-seven. The rain storm and
late hour had almost everything to do with that choice. Plus it's not
like I can afford a hotel room anyway. Plus the Wallys had suffered
enough rain damage within the few minutes I had spent out under the
hood. Doubled up semi-trucks passing at 70mph less than 6 feet from
your resting head makes for a horrendously bad sleep. Although I did
manage to lose myself in two extremely odd but none the less erotic
sex dreams while lying in that entirely uncomfortable position. I was
a Spaniard with a long pony tail in the first. Blessed with the
uncontrollable habit of public masturbation. The crank starved pale
faced women of the region enjoyed it much more than I did.

How the heck is bushy tailed, dull eyed boy from rural Alaska
supposed to know that it is illegal to sleep along side the
interstate. Surprisingly, the trooper was completely sympathetic to my
situation, turning a blind eye to the six pack sitting in the back
seat he offered his assistance in getting the Topaz running.
Unsuccessfully of course, but he left me with direction to the closest
outpost.

Upon my awakening I was greeted by blue sky, and the noise of the
morning commute. I spent the entirety of my walking cursing my father
for sending me on this now aborted mission. Even more so I was cursing
the dope fiend relatives with whom he had left the automobile in care
of. I was told it was in proper condition to make the sort drive from
Winlock, Washington to Salem, Oregon. When I fact the vehicle was not
in shape to drive to the local Wal-Mart.

The tow driver couldn't have been much older than myself and didn't
utter a single word during the ten mile drive south to Woodland. I
held my tongue as well in order not to disturb his enjoyment of the
Garth Brooks song that was loudly playing over FM station 99.5. Ended
up at a place called Dave's Garage where I sat discussing with a group
of fat men the negatives of vacationing via cruise ship, unruly
teenage girls and the joys of living in the Tongass National Rain
Forest. This went on for an hour before I got the bad news. Whatever
the fuck it was that had broken would take three days to fix. It
wasn't until I spent an hour wandering the town in search of a working
pay phone that I fully realized how grim the idea of spending that
time in Woodland, Washington really was.

I remarked to the mechanic that only a week prior I had found myself
stranded along the C

[Deadguy]

NEVER SEEN YO HERE
I AM LEARNIN TO FISH THIS SUMMER , SO I LIKED IT

lately alot of people have been starting to express an enjoyment of my arranging of words. so i thought i'd begin sharing.

[Peeping Tom]

I got necrophilliac bitches ready to fuck a deadguy
from brooklyn to bedstuy, chief till we catchin red eye
I'll put two in ya head guy, mom's crying by your bedside
heaven like next time, hit you wit the tech 9
you bleed in the streets got me doin fed time
i bless rhymes greedy like jewish fucks Eckstein

[MLink]

Your a faggot sleepin in Shit Stained sheets Where Queers Nut
I Roll Up I'm like Sniffin' Cain on a Mirror
You Cold? Shucks, my Spit Game's Fridgid Rain that Near Cuts
You Hole Up in a Ditch Layin, Wishin Prayin I don't Hear Ya

dudes get damaged, he zelda lookin' for his Mans Link
ain't never got pussy, wonder why his hands stink?
he's a tough kid, skinny wit internet savvy
grab beef, make hamburger meat

please next in line

this is too simple like dancin' wit your bimbo

awww c'mon man....

at least try...

your first 4 were better than that

[T-Wrex]

i dont rap
gimme dap
oh crap
time to nap

[Peeping Tom]

i dont rap
gimme dap
oh crap
time to nap

Take a step back when the Massacre Starts
Cold blooded kill the T Wrex like Jurrasic Park
I piss on you shit on you
lickety split stick my dick on you...no homo

[curiouscharles]

What everybody else said. Spit it with emotion and add some flavor to your voice when you flow it so it don't sound like you're reading. Great lyrics tho'.

yeah i agree with these guys, when you rhymed things like cool kid and foolish i wanted you to accentuate that with more emotion and emphasis, i was spitting it in my head goin' "cOOl kid and fOOlish"

edit: I just realized after spitting some of my shit i flow a lot like ras kass, thank god I know I have a west-coast flow.

[curiouscharles]

I say that Wallstreet dude

co-signed, brought some unorthodox material to the keystyle rap game.

[Marsh Drips]

welcome to the enter, escape, delete
standing in the center draped in concrete
evidence of disbelief, digusted through the streets
meet maker, the beat breaker you cheap traitor
sleep later cuz i never, ponder along the whether
or nots of dots and sin, got us walking in moccasins
cherried, i pop, lock to win, they lost in the androgynous
hip like a pot i miss, green smoke to bongy bliss
so as long as theres no cloudy mist, i think clear
never blink in fear, sink in despair, wait, drink beer...

drunk, dunk tank the dumb bank and run, break!
bounty, bread with the enemy, dead inside energy
fled the scene and never caught up with me
cop couldn't see, the perception was perfection
captured the essence of pretense in publics' attention
unwanted, night flaunted it's protection...

whispers on windows, breaths through doors
followed directions, through ceilings and floors
finding the foundation, was a figment of imagination
stayed waiting, patent patience, with silent displayment
a simple displacement of something now vaccant
creeping and crawling, sleepin in and drawing
a line to rearrange, pieces, partially patterned
actually scattered, into creative quality of completion...

disappear dissenting.

[Philaflava]

so basically...anything dropped between today and tomorrow is considered?? or just battles?

if you're the only one who drops something, you win.

if the person who comes in and challenges you is better, they win.

[Peeping Tom]

so basically...anything dropped between today and tomorrow is considered?? or just battles?

if you're the only one who drops something, you win.

if the person who comes in and challenges you is better, they win.

ive been ripping everyone for the past day i better not get robbed again

[MLink]

so basically...anything dropped between today and tomorrow is considered?? or just battles?

if you're the only one who drops something, you win.

if the person who comes in and challenges you is better, they win.

ive been ripping everyone for the past day i better not get robbed again

iyo

[MLink]

Aight look, We gonna Take This back to the Basics
Okay Kids? Show the whole Game Quick what Game Is
I'm Spittin that Flame if I Spit it an Quickin the Pace It's..
Like a virus a rogue machine Slipped In the Matrix
See I don't Snap on Rappers I'm Snappin Rappers to Peices
I Snap, The Heats like Elastics I Snap An Release It
Aw Snap, With Beef? I'll Leave you Bleedin For Fun
You try an dead it an I'll write a diss Speakin in Toungues
An Each of my Lungs is collapsed from Weed an I'm Drunk
You wanna throw down? Aight, don't Need to See I can Punch
"Easy C'mon Linc, slow down Leave it, He's Done"
Aw Fuck no, Ima Beat him 'till he's Leakin in Chunks
It's What I came from..my will? Never will Break Mine
My whole style is Columbine Set to a Bass Line
Came seven deep, What? you Expected to Take Mine?
We ran up on you with the steel an 7 Kats Ate(8) Nines(9)
If I had Beef with you, that shit's in the Past Since..
Now kats that wanna Peice of You gotta Look in the Trash Bin
I Catch Wreck like Superman Savin a Car Crash
You Cash Cheques for Groupie Fans Payin for Star Status
Start Askin About Linc, Acknowledge the Kid..
I'm ill like missin All my shows always Callin in Sick
I can't fall off, this rap shits a Bottomless Pit
So I'll beat you with your own mic if your Talkin that Shit
I Gives a Fuck who's Down with your Crew
I give rappers the business like I was Ras Kass in 2002
Not gettin jerked by these record companies, I'm Sorry he Did
But gettin fucked by a label Just aint a 'Priority' Kid
See I'm..More than Just Sick
I'm in a Hospital on some gettin wheeled in by an Orderly Shit
You Sure you can Spit? I've broken down Borders With This
Turn a Soldier to Bitch Kid...Are you Sure About This?
If I'm Dissin I Name Name's so you'll be Sure it was Him
Cause these Bitches are Playin Games so if I Score Ima Win
You aint..Roll like a Pimp, Nobody's Heard of you Check It
With just..Words an some Letters I'll Straight up Merc you on Record
Serve a Contestant in Less Than a Third of a Second
What you Heard is Perfection Yes It's Turnin some Heads This..
Isn't just Spittin on some Dope Shit
Catch me in the club an I got a drink Stiffer than the Pope Is
Ohh Shit..You can't Handle this Honest
Ima 97 Mixtape with Canibus On It
Can't See Me, Been rockin since 2000 B.C.
Can-I-Bus? kick 100 Bars walkin down Beat Street
Believe Me..Go Download the MP3
It's Easy, 60% of homes now Own PC's
Please We ready to Bitch Lames..
I gotta Spit Game as Hype as Rick James After he Sniff Cain
Your Bitch Aint Faithful...I bust in that Bitch Face
Have You, your Crew, Family, City an Gender Disgraced
I don't care if I'm Advancin or Not
As long as when I ask you what you thought of it you Answer "It's Hot"
I Damage Ya like 6 month 'fore you get the Bandages Off
Understand It? My shit makes yall surprised at what Canada Got

[MLink]

ya Shits Trash...hearin you Spit Ass? I'd rather Piss Glass
Go back to ya last cypher an ask for ya Dick Back
Everytime you enter a thread you fuckin Homo it Out
Kid needs an Auto-No Homo everytime he Opens His Mouth

[Peeping Tom]

ya Shits Trash...hearin you Spit Ass? I'd rather Piss Glass
Go back to ya last cypher an ask for ya Dick Back
Everytime you enter a thread you fuckin Homo it Out
Kid needs an Auto-No Homo everytime he Opens His Mouth

Please pussy no homo's not for homos rockin pink
i might apply pressure put by boot in your stink
He comes at me ain't nothin but fags dream
M Link still has bad dreams gettin sucked off on his dads knee

[Peeping Tom]

I ain't never gave a shit what canada got
we from killa cali wrap bandanas 'round glocks
when the hammer pops, pull strings like santana rock
2 quarters in my pocket stay patiently waitin'
cook pigs north of the border smell the canadien bacon
I'm a flagrant, vagrant put your fuckin mouth on the pavement
stomp your head out leave brains hangin
hatred pumps through veins kill pussy painless
ancient technique gods and earth statement
5% no hashim pull bitches like cavemen
I'm a real artist, leave bodies strewn about carcus
smellin up my apartment, body part carvin
I put you out with the garbage, leavin' bodies heartless
spread the wealth like marxist, no contest
I blackout to darkness, bring the troops sergeant
back it up and park it, dick hit the target
the most wicked mc, master of ceremony
santaria animal sacrifice mark the territory
mark of the beast, support you kids like alimony
i pussy pop like paris hilton on the cock
obnoxious adopt a kid nicole richie's pop
i tell a bitch to put a hickey on the cock
slob on the chode plop my balls in ya mouth and bob
New York kids come to cali with steal
i'm on the block wit crackhead bitches lookin like ally mcbeal
LA not valley in here, fuck ya bitch in bally's on heals
The X twitch my back switch the facts
get back, hit a sack, only dubs thats how I pimp my 'lac
I'm a pimp this black, dump guts than split in half
get the hash, fill it up lip it back
light it up you get lit in half
I talk money diamonds in the smile
you walk funny, lookin like the queen of the nile
you all dummies, not thugs more like queers in denile
mack daddy gave brittney spears my child
I cross borders, flip quarters,
come back with a half, push a pound on order

[Peeping Tom]

so basically...anything dropped between today and tomorrow is considered?? or just battles?

if you're the only one who drops something, you win.

if the person who comes in and challenges you is better, they win.

ive been ripping everyone for the past day i better not get robbed again

iyo

I kill Link finish what the games don't do
but you just keep wanting to play games don't you
see me in person the 4 5th poke you
put you in ICU the white cloak on you