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Subject: BRING IT.. VeRsE -4- VeRsE
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raw_ting 8/4/2007 - 5:21:31
Yes You'v Certainly Heard That Raw Is Hurtin These Herbs, Im Bringin The Heat To You Like A Third Degree Burn// This Guy New Yorker Is Playin GAY RIGHTS, While I STAY t*tE// Im Gonna *Flip The Script* On Him Like dyslexic PLAY RITES, DAMM RIGHT!!/ This Man Ripe, If u Wana *Act Gangster* I'll Give Stage Fright// With GLOCKS THAT'l ROCK YA, SHOTS DAT POP-YA, An Rhymes THAT GOTZ TA DROP YA/ U On Lock Down But It Aint Cops And Robbers, Big Apple? Your More Like The CHARMLESS FARMER/ Because U Cant Make The CUT Like A ARMLESS BARBER/ *
raw_ting 8/4/2007 - 5:35:57
With RAZOR BLADES, Your The Fakest Of Fakes/ The Margin Between Us Is Acres Of Space/ I'l Make A State Of Ya Face Its Like I've Gotten The NINJA EDGE... N.Y Is CONSIDERED DEAD// When I'm Throwing Stars, 2 Leave Your SPITS-IN-SHREDS// I'm Switchin Lead N You Cant *Stop The Blood Loss* If u had A MAXI-PAD.. Imma Make Ya ACNE-BAD/ Like A Candy Eatin New Yorka Drivin A TAXI-CAB/ *
hrdcore0 8/5/2007 - 5:59:02
Got dam raw u ate dat nga up real talk dat was fire homboi *
spit_raw 8/6/2007 - 7:26:21
Its +Beat against the Beasts+/ Raw T just murdered NYORKA, He showed who has the real Techniques// ...NY you lame stay Whack, I QOUTE Stop messing with Crack// Yeah its SPIT in the joint so stand Back/ Dont wanna sound DEVIOUS, But NEW-YORKA just face your just cr*p!! *
spit_raw 8/6/2007 - 7:31:37
The only big thing about you is your Fore-Head.../ You couldn't even drop a dope alb*m even if it slipped out your Hand/ I dont appluse your Flows, I mean you just got cooked And Roasted/ Blah Blah *
raw_ting 8/6/2007 - 11:56:09
I Approach In Stealth From The Thick Fog, To Lick Shots/ Wi Silencers That Muzzle Sounds Of Big Dogs/ NY Is A girl Watch Raws WRECK HIS FLOW, U 2 Close 4 Comfort STEPPIN ON TOES.. U Poppin A *Pink E* Like Ya REPPIN FOR HOES/ Now Take This Beating Your ABOUT 2 CONCIEVE/ U Aint On Our Level New Yorkas Is Just OUTTA OUR LEAGUE/ Man I'l Leave You Strangled And Tamed, When Wer MANGLIN YA FRAME/ Your *Flows More Dry* than Gandhi's SANDLE'S WI NO RAIN/ *
raw_ting 8/6/2007 - 2:30:43
Blatt Get At Him Haha *
newyorka 8/6/2007 - 5:20:25
thanx 4 da topic hating my skills/u c since ur hating me heavy it shows dat im real/honestly keep spittin i dont care how u feel/u all talkn lika buncha s yo wats da deal/stay wit ur metafors/ cuz my still betta thn urs/ u hatas/ ur hate shows dat im greater/i shudnt evn waste my time wit u/ i shud jus take dis nine n hit u/ motha whn i get u/ ul really b dead/ u punks thnk i got prodigits on da head/ u f*gat pusc enuf said / n homie verse 4 verse/ ur is da worst/u a girl son wers ur purse/ keep talkin ul rest n a hurse/ n il pi*s on ur grave b4 dey drop da dirt/stay hurt... *
newyorka 8/6/2007 - 5:54:55
new york da birthplace of rap/ n u pusc motha s degrade it like dat/niga please u aint a tru mc/but best believe u r a wanab/ur a wanab me/but u dont wana c me/ n sho me respect 4 my skills/ il put n ice pik 2 ur kneck whn i kill/new york fell off i aint gona lie/but i aint newyork so its u dats gona die/u aint girls y u wana lie/ i dont kno/but 4sho lame i wont go/ keep rhymin son ur slow/hurry up pusc niga/ u a fkin losa u neva pushd a triga/ *
raw_ting 8/6/2007 - 5:59:01
Ur Not Even Hot Dude, But I Can See You On Fire/ Don't Give Up Ya Hopes, Cause GOD Luvs A Tryer/ Pfft man got murked with 2 bars lol *
spit_raw 8/6/2007 - 7:40:45
Flip that New-Yorka i'm the future of the Cyphers/ Its Raws about to burn you up like Assonists/ Busy eatin emcees like Canibus/ all that hatin Bull- / When it comes to PRODIGITS YOUR WAY BELOW THE RANKINS// Talkin about your the Big-Man / Instead your the smallest thing d*mn/ Hatin hatin hatin what can we Do/ Funny things is we'll never be as whack as You// *
newyorka 8/6/2007 - 11:53:39
i hate hatas/debators/ motha degraders/traders 2tru hip hop /u no s*x hmo u dont grip glocks/u thnk u real u aint 2pac/u stupid 2 think dat ur hot/u cud neva beat me on ur best day/ n da rest say u fake ne way/ u gay u dont no me/2 wana try n clone me/raw u stay on prodigits cuz u lonely/motha get a nu hobby/. i am da original bigman/ wit a m 1 grand/d*mn ill snap u fools lika twig n slam/ ur losa 2 da ground/ go ahead keep fkin around/ it dont matter/ u girl u a snitch ul neva b so nah it dont matter. *
newyorka 8/7/2007 - 12:09:40
Ur a losa raw ting leave ur cell alone/ u think ur hard but probably sound lika girl on da microphone/ newyork is wer i rep n i like my home/watch wer u step u mite get da chrome/ ill leave u mo wet then ur hoe whn she givs me dome/ur moms wanted u 2b a grl so she gav u barbie dolls whn u wer four/ evry female n ur family is a / u aint real raw keep writing ul get better/u jus a girlass trend setter/ n ive bn betta/ thn u on my worst day/ill feed u da sawd offs shells on ur birthday /PUNK girl! *
spit_raw 8/7/2007 - 5:42:01
Hey KID we ain't Wanabe-Gangsters/ Da Raws drop da illest of bars and make -HAPPEN/ You drop da badst of flows and make a Disaster/ You dont live upto your name NEW-YORKA/ I'm callin you a s*cker Boy, You pushin da Broom// NEW-YORKA YOU'S A girl *
raw_ting 8/7/2007 - 6:43:19
Boo Hoo New Yorka STOP-CRYIN.. U Aint A MC So STOP-LYIN/ Ur Fake *Toy Guns* Imitate Your Rhyme They're NOT- FIRIN/ Mine Leave Ya More *Spun Around* Dan COP-SIRENS/ I Dont Need A Mic 2 Beat U I'm A Lyricist/ Thats Why Your Lyrics Are , Cause Think U Rappin On-Line// U Think Ya Packin A Nine When Really U Slackin On Rhymes/ *
raw_ting 8/7/2007 - 6:56:45
All You Can Diss Is My Metaphors, Cuz U Know Jack// You Dont Land A Punch, Man Your Whack/ U Have No Impact, All You Do Is Flow Like Love Songs, I Think This Dudes Cupid// Let Me Show You What YOU DID! Ya A New Kid With New Writs Thats Stupid Like That Fool Kid/ I Rule girl So You'l Get Skooled .. What U Say Is Just Worthless, Rhymes With No Purpose// Your Surplus And U Cant Hurt Us With Them Half a*sed Lyrics, I Wrote This In A Minute, INIT!!! Deliver Somethin With A Meanin, Dat Makes Me THINK, // Motha Limp girl.. *
newyorka 8/7/2007 - 8:06:41
whn i c ur lines i c my rhymes n nbetween ur lying i c how hard u tryin all i got2 say is u ur whole crew il put a whole n u lika donut leave u wit no guts im mo nuts thn hannibal mo grusum thn dem texas chainsaw cannibals motha u aint raw my 9 leave u goin up n down lika c saw punk girl i c ur words aint u a aint worth u aint worth da breath u spit so il giv u death wit da clip n clip u lika sniper i got da hot pipe 4 ur leave u open lika 24 hour store ur raw crew hating on me cuz i saw thru ur pusc desguise if these guys was wise they wud give up c ull live up2 me *
newyorka 8/7/2007 - 8:21:10
u il put da pump 2 ur head n let da thumpa blow da lead til theres 6 pints of red bside ur bed theres no evadin this home invasion homie dis slusgs wont b grazin theyll jus b enslavin ur soul n hell 2bad u punk girl get a whole frm da shell my lines r infinite like pie so wit ur beef u stepd n it n i m da cleana n im gonna clean ur clock wit da street sweeper call me ur grim reaper n yo punk nigas rhymes chaepa thn da 99 cent store f*gat ull neva settle da score *
spit_raw 8/7/2007 - 8:49:18
Yo NEW-YORKA you ain't even got Flow/ Dude SPIT is lyrically gifted from Head-To-Toe/ You couldn't even settle the Score/ Even if i lyrically knocked off your Jaw/ Leavin you speechless like AWE// *
newyorka 8/7/2007 - 11:13:01
spit raw mothafuka u need to get raw .stop wit thm crack hoes n get more money.u wana battle me r u sure money?evrybody knos u a limp di*k f*gat n ur hos a dummy.yeh 4sho motha ur skills is crummy.my heater leave ur leg runny like u got die a re a .punk girl u aint nothing but go ahead n try i c ya.n afta im thru i wouldnt wana b ya.u fake wana b but u dont wana c da blade at ya. cocroaches dats y i got da can of raid at ya.punto time to die.send a message to ur moms tell hers its time to cry. i believe its a chrime to lie. yo RAW i c dat fake n ur rhymes so say by by. n get ready to go on a long trip below da dirt.u motha girl wers ur skirt. *
newyorka 8/8/2007 - 3:18:36
raw ting is a girl meanwhile spit raw is out tryin to snitch f*gats s*ckin each othas di*ks until dey switch nobody knos which is which.n its me u try to dis but evry punch u nigas pop is a miss. word, now i got anotha hata to cross off the list .yh i sip dat goose while raw drinkin da arbor mist. loser put up ur fists .its time to get beatdown u clown cuz i do it like this.i got dat fo pound to kill u wit no sound homie u putn ur life at risk. stop lyin stop tryin evrybodies stopd buyin ur . ill leave ur body flyin wit multiple hits . n i got multiple clips stashed n da wip . to dip u n blood.fake gangsta u aint a crip or blood. all u is is a peice of fake thug. *
hrdcore0 8/8/2007 - 6:44:59
Gotdamit yal realy at echothr throat. Dnt want n0 piece of dat sumbdy gne hang wita rope. Newyorka ma nga spit an raw b da crew bt i cnt get n da midle of da btle u dudes. I spit truth as lng as he aint getn at me cuz if he do den ima show who realy hrdcore b. An if dat dnt hapn ima stil b me bt stil wantd 2 spit sum bars wit ma rap famly *
raw_ting 8/8/2007 - 6:53:05
Why U Crying When U Suppose To Be A Gangster/ This Guy Couldnt Cop A Look Off A Gang-Stare, In A Hood With Hands By Your Side And A Shank There/ .. Your A Pranksta Wiv Badly Input Lines// You Just Flow Plus U Av No Data, We Could Destroy U Now But We'l Leave It Untill Later/ This Guy Bites Of Others Like A Alligator// A Hiphop Traitor Dats Why We Slate Ya... Cause Your Lyrics Ar So Basic We Slay Ya > *
raw_ting 8/8/2007 - 6:58:29
it im done, i was just playin wit the .. Thinks He's a mc but he knows about it.. If he can tell me the five main elements to bein a mc, then i'l believe and let him be.. But till then keep pre- writin wiv your Pen G *
raw_ting 8/8/2007 - 7:16:27
The guy bites his rhymes, I mean you talk about GUNS in every line.. U dont Own A Gun And Uv never Cine One.. Do uself a favour Stop Actin like u own 1.. Ya not a gangster and it aint gangster paradise here.. If u was a G Then You Must be queer.. Cuz Gangster Dont Spend All Day On Prodigits.. So do u self a favour and make ya Own lyrics.. Gangster This Gangster That, You gota be a pratt 2 think we believin that.. Just cause u from New York Doesnt make u a gangsta, Stop Lying In Your Spits Boy.. Ur probly still at home, bein mummys little Rich Boy.. *
raw_ting 8/8/2007 - 7:31:50
Bet he's gona come and shoot me with all his GUNS NOW.. Pow Pow!! Haha Fake Azz Lyric Bitin Son Of A girl Chow 4 Now.. *
hrdcore0 8/8/2007 - 10:25:48
Dam raw i lyk dat *
newyorka 8/8/2007 - 5:05:49
fake girl none of my is pre written. im on prodigits ten minutes at a time givin u a free hittin.u still aint got skill good ridins.im da definition of hood pimpin c*m on my block il b da one in da black hood gripn dat switch blade c*m to NY to wat dat hood made....motha *
newyorka 8/8/2007 - 5:10:32
fake girl none of my is pre written. im on prodigits ten minutes at a time givin u a free hittin.u still aint got skill good ridins.im da definition of hood pimpin c*m on my block il b da one in da black hood gripn dat switch blade c*m to NY to c wat da hood made....u dumb motha dats y u neva passd six grade.u hmo ho girl its time u learnd da trix of da trade. i told ya not to misbehave *
newyorka 8/8/2007 - 8:16:46
im da best of da best.ur da worst of the worst.c*m on get stabd n da chest so who wants to go first. how about u. u wana go.u thnk u can stand toe to toe.ull neva survive goin blow fo blow wit me .look at it simply ur gone ur history. son its not a mystery dat i got dis wit me. da heater cut n 2 u lika meat cleaver.im fast lika cheetah u cheata. u cant honestly say dat u b da best.u flunkd out while i passd da test. n i aint lying my pump out so bring vest *
newyorka 8/8/2007 - 8:31:38
wat u waiting fo u goin thru ur rhyme book.walk thru my c me rollin wit nine crook. n thn finally look me dead in my eyes n c da fire burnin red bcuz of ur lies. ill sho u da dead n disguise whn i leave ur guts on da out side. u jus anotha motha hata..wana b manipulator.f*gat turnd trator.time 4 u to get served lika waiter. tell evryone goodbye c ya lata. u dont no me but c how i flow b..i get doh call me homer homie *
newyorka 8/8/2007 - 8:33:14
wat u waiting fo u goin thru ur rhyme book.walk thru my hood c me rollin wit nine crooks. n thn finally look me dead in my eyes n ur gona c da fire burnin red bcuz of ur lies. ill sho u da dead n disguise whn i leave ur guts on da out side. u jus anotha motha hata..wana b manipulator.f*gat turnd trator.so now its time 4 u to get served lika waiter. tell evryone goodbye c ya lata. u dont no me but c how i flow b..i get doh call me homer homie *
newyorka 8/8/2007 - 8:44:31
u dont botha me not n da least.im a cannibal n its time to feast.i do chrime im a beast. wat u talkin bout raw . all thru ur lines i c flaws.u dont wana c claws. whn u c me all u gona do is pause *
newyorka 8/9/2007 - 12:15:22
raw write ur rhymes out...b4 i put mine out... do u want alotta gore cuz this nines out n ready to blow.punk girl r u ready to go.gimme a minute while i get dis heady frm ur hoe...i can flood ur topic. u aint a thug lil homie u need to stop it...dont evn pop bcuz if the glock hits ill end up puttin ur soul n my pocket try n il blast u like a rocket u wack so dont knock .pusc *
newyorka 8/9/2007 - 12:26:04
raw look at ur rhymes der all da same. maybe 4 u whn u drop a line its a game.but for me.i take dis seriously. i approach dis furiously.n u raw twins r delirious c how drop my flow n combine da rhymes so dat dey go n order. u didnt jus get served u got slaughterd.raw is *
newyorka 8/9/2007 - 12:40:04
heres some mo hot 2 dis hatas topic....u 2 r way 2 wack dats y i mock urs *it... im gangsta niga il pop u n da lip.n make ur body do flips.na go on n hate me cuz u ...u lame girls its u dat shud quit...talkin da 5 elements. im 2 real 4 ya nigas n i do got da steel 4 ya nigas.u hatas can hate its ur job but my lyrics will engulf u like da blob.raw pusc my clip will off u like da mob. u shud call me gambino. but im jus a real niga wit a yankee fitted iced out n sum chinos. *
newyorka 8/9/2007 - 12:52:15
n yes i do b mo real den u u talkin confident until dis steel hits u.u must b talkin while ur bent wats da deal wit u.n yo i dont even half 2 split u n half 2 get u. ok ders already 2 for me 2 rub out.stop hatin rawgirl n put da luv out. u hatas dis thugs out *
raw_ting 8/9/2007 - 6:51:02
Lolz Everythin This Guy Sprays Is Fake, Still Talkin Gangsta But Cant Raise The Stakes.. What The U Here 4 If Ur A Crook?? I Only Need A Half A Verse 2 Leave U Half Shook/ You Couldnt *Solve Problem* If U Used A Maths Book/ Its Not You Wer Hatin, Its Them Lies That U Rhyme.. They Recline And De - Climb So Dont Call Me A Hater// The Only Time You'l Be HOT Is When Da Raws Cremate Ya.. Faker, I'l Break Ya N Leave U More HEAD LOCKED Than The Locals In Jamaica/ *
raw_ting 8/9/2007 - 7:04:20
I'm Like A Potato, Straight From The Underground// I'l Make Punter Pound Like A Fake Azz Thug Hidin From A Thunder Sound/ He Thinks He's Waving Guns Around.. Jeez What A BIG JOKE U Are, When My Puns Astound/ If U Have Crooks As Homies, Why U Here Tryna Bust Up On Me?? U Rhyme Books A Phony/ Ur Probly A Skinner Lookin Bony.. Face It At Least Im Real, Your Lines Are Fake And U Still Can't Beat Me/ Seriously All I Hear From U Is POP Like A Will Smith CD/ *
spit_raw 8/9/2007 - 9:18:58
Its SPIT, You ain't even got / New-Faker you more phony than a Chinese-Product/ Dumb-Ass Gangster! You must be sniffin c*ke/ Dont you know that the RAWS are the dopest on Either-Coast/ ... Hope you takin Notes/ Maybe one day you'll be as ILL as US// *
spit_raw 8/9/2007 - 9:26:36
You's a wannabe Mother- / Im beatin you and i ain't even started to punch Ya/ The trash thats comin outta your mouth, You belong in a Rubbish-Bin// Hey Raw, Donno why we wastin our time wit this SNITCHIN girl.. *
raw_ting 8/9/2007 - 4:05:55
True True, Not worth wastin lyrics on a fake writer/ He's probably copyin our stuff so he can bite ya/ *
proverse 8/9/2007 - 7:08:27
all in one accord.i leave yo death assured.lyk a lame warrior gone 4 war.i kno u scared wen u hear d thunda sound.from undaground.its proverse killin em in anotha round.wen i say im down 4 yall im down 4 clowns.cos wot comes out ya comes out ya mouth.i hit u and u sail off lyk boats.and u starve so much evn in court u take oats/oath. *
newyorka 8/10/2007 - 4:19:01
proverse is betta thn u/hear da pro verse itll leave u dead n ur shoes/u started da beef cow/ so its me dat gonna leave u underneath da ground/its me dats gona take off ur make up clown/ shut up u raw girls dont even make a sound/ like u was oil im gonna drill u down/ til u punk hating girls shut ur mouth/ im a lion so stop tryin cuz u jus a mouse/ ur verse doesnt make da grade/ keep wit me il leave ur mind trapd lika slave/ i am da bigman/ n da both of u r jus raw man/spit raw copies ting n dey still cant spit worth a d*mn/ 2 against one n u both got murked/raw n ting touch each othas things cuz u dey r 2 f*gat jerks/ u both talkin bout gay rites like u kno how it works/queer *
newyorka 8/10/2007 - 4:32:52
keep writing u 2 will never get betta/ c me face to face n ull b sweatin like a f*gat n da summer wit a sweata/ oh its a b*mmer u b*ms got no chedda/raw twins everyrhyme i drop is a hot freestyle/ n deez lame girls frontin like dey b wild/yh u c wild/ on tv n copy dat cuz u wana b me/ i dont lie girl u blind u cant c me/im always on da grind like a orange peel b/ im fresh n clean so u f*gats can say filthy/ *
newyorka 8/10/2007 - 4:44:22
copy ur rhymes y u aint worth it/raw n ting aint even worth da / dat a donkeys spits/ill kung fu ur like a monkey death grip/ u addicts mus b on dat meth / yeh u a addict u like mike addited to di*k/ur lines r a wack ghost writers trick/ *
newyorka 8/10/2007 - 5:02:30
if i WAZ to bite ur style id make it betta/ rock ur wack n take it to anotha level/ id b having u haters b like d*mn/i aint tryin to jerk u raw f*gat im not ur hand/ill choke u blu lika smurf until on da ground u land/n u lie der life less/ill make u die 4 copyin my like ness/whn u take a pi*s u gota hike ur dress/ up n sit/nasty f*g make me wana throw up whn u spit/ u f*gats wants to lick da dribble off my di*k/ but i aint havin it/ im no hmo all i have is clips/so if u want one step up girl/ ill leave ur shirt wet up lika breast feedin chick/ *
fresh104 8/10/2007 - 5:18:10
yo flowz is dead cz yo inspirationz is corpses/c*m lyk an optician 4 yo rappaz visions whoz hopless/NYoka bt the only the metal u got is the pin yo napkin/neva herd of fresh niga beta get askin/evn if u waz a bra dogh n no btch xud giv u hug.the only chik getin clos 2 blow u is the duck in yo tub *
newyorka 8/10/2007 - 6:15:06
fresh u dont no me/so watch ur mouth i aint ur homie/whn i pull up like da diaper/ ul b runin fast n thn faster/ lika slave frm da master/ill flood ur worst thn da new orleans disaster/every word u spit is u shud change ur name frm fresh to cr*pper/ *
raw_ting 8/11/2007 - 4:14:11
I Attack And BLOW YA MIND, Aint No 1 Better Than The FLOW OF MINE.. Ya Should Lock All Doors And Hide, I'm Comin 2 Scorch The Sky/ I'm So Dope U Can SNORT MY LINES, But Be Warned Ul CHOKE AND DIE// Because Good Lyricists Are In SHORT SUPPLY/ After Im Finished With Your LACK OF INTELLIGENCE.. You Dont Know So Them RAPS ARE IRRELEVANT/ *
raw_ting 8/11/2007 - 4:24:27
Your Whack And Hesitant, All U Do Is Claim 2 Own A HEAT MAN/ Ya Cant Flow Here, So A BEAT MAN.. Leave U Deceased, d*mn! Ya Techs (Text) NEVER POP/ U Missin Your Targets, Cause U Aint A CLEVER SHOT/ So I Hack At Ya Corpse N Bones, U Just Drop STACKS OF MORBID DRONES.. Your RAPS ARE USELESS, SO!! Ima Swing Punches To SMASH YA THOUGHT LESS DOME/ *
