The Illest ft/ (anyone who drops)

[theman080]

I'm done dissin for now, doin sum Collabo shyt, me and you will finish later in Versus C1, just add a verse.

The Illest
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Bytches try to try me, I kamikaze bodies oddly
Hard thrown, deformed and out of shape like Star Jones
You wishin on hits, I produce with every syllable spit
Original diss, paradise to your minimal bliss
Controllin dudes, rollin through the illest was overdue
You lead for a minute, than I leapfrog over you
Stackin some bombs, hittin like the wrath of the gods
Magnify tracks that act to paralyze Shaq
Fukkin wit me, your tossed off your rocker
I cough up shockers that'll off ya roster
I'm often hotter don't bother to offer peace treaties
No release need be neither you or police see me
Please decrease a bit, I'm on etherish seeking shyt
I could bleed my wrists wit dull razors and sneeze up shyt
Type blindfolded and you still wont exceed my hits
Bytch, I fire it back attack rippin your childish act
The Boss of Bosses, then a level higher than that
If you inisist to hit me I'll quickly list your missing kidnies
As floatin deep wit fishies under the Mississippi
Did ya get me, not quite- I bomb and strike with awesome might
Powerful raps to sour your track is how I react
Still with firm rank and heated to burn tanks
Your turn sank after your return from the sperm bank
Furnished and butt, desperate to serve up a cut
Only a generation away if your bycth'll purchase my nut
Spread like a slut, embed it in and never mention me once
Till he dead in a month, cuz of the led in your gut
Shredded and touched, and now the pregnancy's fukked
I sever ties with heat for real, so never try to reach my skill....

only bad can happen

080 AKA Mr. Infinite Ability
The Illest ft/ (WHOEVER DROPS BELOW)

[consecrated1]

my prophetic ties with heavenly eyes inquires demise/
of mc's who lie, to self and seek to buy stealth, kids realize/
i, dealt with self brutality, sought death defying gravity/
and honestly i can see attempts of malpracticing/
classes of acting couldn't mask your pleas to be free/
and now thee mc's, will seek to be me/
i humorously constrict the attacks they try to conjure/
cuz i boggle mindless, leavin mind stressed, til they blunder/
their idle armor stifles karma, ideal garmour blazes stardom/
and i deploy knifes to throw at their throat just to alarm them/
i chart then discard like graphs as i grab yardage, through dummies i charge
to hit hard the grass, then i laugh/
mapquest couldn't find the design of my maps/
and satellite dishes wish they could time what i lap/
heavenly angels dance as i advance, your pissin ur pants/
cuz i leave you alone with ur own demons who begin to chant/
i'm left disenchanted, after i diss you and have ur lips clammed/
cuz my spit infects like the man who makes you verbally damned/


this is for the collabo... i thought about taggin u at the end, but we'll finish it like u said on versus... peace

[consecrated1]

Strike your jaw with the force of stampeding elephants
high tides can’t relieve your flow’s receding relevance
Not consistent with your raps, 1 hot line for every few duds
All year I rise, you only fly for a month like Junebugs
Choose drugs, cuz reality isn’t something you successful with
I suggest you start accepting it, and rest with Elvis Presley *****
Inert rap sh!t...will go nowhere with bold stares
the flow shares the rhythm that my lungs pump cold air
Antartica style, my child I been hard for a while
You getting ripped off on the net, E-Gypt like a part of the Nile
Hate it but not even Miles Davis cares what you *****es brew
I'll hit the prude, she's givin it up, her butt I'll split in two
This a freestyle after all, dog the wack will fall
I'll outlast'em all like Rob Parish playing basketball...

Propaganda's cancerous ways of liven/
are handed from blazes i'm given/
while he's slanderously sinnin, thinkin everyday's surely given/
and my stances precision, exhibits plans havin you quittin/
while i'm laughing and sittin, you wish that this was pre-written/
i'm enticin the eyes, while your recitin my lines/
inspite of demise, your notebook and my rhymes, are makin family ties/
so correctly am I, that sharpened edges receive my gardeners hedges/
u seek harder for pledges, that try to scar, this spiritual guy/
as the hill steepins, the mountain peeks, and ur teeth grit while ur weakened/
from thrills you seek, leavin you reekin from meat your seekin on weekends/
and the wages of sin is death, so i know where you'll rest, when ur not breathin/
a heathen at best, couldn't conceive if u were swinging a seed, on ur breasts, me ur not seein/
a supernatural bein i swoop and capture the demon that ur lackin in seein
my stats are actively beamin/
and ur actin like semen contracting when i be in, ur cerebelum just tell ur braincells that i'm breedin a he-man/

peace

[Mr.Lyrical Content]

Im the illest, what you talkin bout willis
I kill this everytime I spill rips
Lips equiped to spit the realness
Blackened from blunts, eater of cunts, I cant front
Do what tha fukk I want cause I aint no punk
Can get into deeper meditation than shaolin monks when delivering the funk
I live for it
I die for it
In this game Im enormous, its best you forfeit
Or suffer unimaginable torment
Not too different than after the Katrina storm hits
Most yall rappers common, so like BE, I swarm sh!t
Your hotness next to mine looks lukewarm bich!
If you got ballz then work on your shooters form to get rich quick

[Irish-dipstick]

This dyck whipped trick bytch attemptin a hip diss
Needs to sit quick and zip lips while I dispatch the dipstick
You nonsense spittin wit no quality content written
Hittin my threads constantly why is it even a shock to me
You empty for the kill attempting to be fa' real
When the only thing that remains is your envy of my skill

I tire cowards left from hot to mild-sour cuz 080 is firepower :bustback:
I'm true gunners in two hummers known as the crew runners
My flame aimed to maim the crazed and lame new comers
Mr. L-C is plainly second seed a nobody next to me
What you stupid, lyrical content is my main expertise

- 080 AKA Mr. Infinite Ability

You is this Courtdog the same person on the old name, cuz the password was left open so I was wonderin?

U diss say u a gangsta but u aint ever lifed a gun,
i'm doin this sh!t live or death,
u a boy toy doin it for fun/
look b!tch its a simple as this,
i'll take u out,
just like i did on the 2 line diss/
stop the mouthin man u tranni like ur dad,
u the wackest to ever feature to the illest,
just like that b!tch mc shan ur style just a fad/
the only think that u be dispatchin is blanks,
but not in a gun its more physical than that,
i drop this sh!t that cool like fat joe am fat,
while i remain on top and u like a window pane,
ur lyrics like Mr content after am dun so flat.

[Irish-dipstick]

The Illest ft/anyone which I am not
I am hot!
Like glocks that just let off a couple of shots
Watch like rolex, as I roll in a Lex
Foe-Foe under my Goretex with the vest
God-Bless anyone who wants to second guess or stress
Mr.Lyrical's Content
Which is known as dominant on every continent
Except in the state of Winsconsin
I am gangsta, but dont live in compton
And I would like to thank ya in advance for all the compliments
Which I will definetly recieve
More Ill'er than you could ever believe
We can all agree that its better you leave
Before I make you bleed while your fatigued crawling thru leaves in army fatigues
Like Metal Gear
Its WAR niqqa, so all our beefs get settled here! :bustback:

well i quess i'm god blessed just second quessed,
lyric r simple but sohh chillin,
only thing is they put u under pressure got u stressed/
i just figure there aint no smoke without tha fire,
i'm sumthing u can't run over dead sharp,
bust u and leave u flat like a tire/
u aint a gangsta first day shot up in compton,
u a ****** wannabe u in the subd not tha hud,
u sohh not gangsta u mis spelled and called it bompton/
and like metal gear my rhymes got u hiding ye this u fear/
go hide cause we down am up north but over west,
aint tryin to claim any throne but shine that crown,
u got shot at like 50 call the cops get ur bullet proof vest,
i don't say this much but compared wit u am up wit tha best/
but i got plenty of respect to ppl who speak real to me,
not this pretenda's that i wipe tha floor wit wit these hidden agenda's.

this lyrical content claim gangsta,
but he never been in a situation that made him fight,
he to busi wit his subliminal dissin,
to stop talk this sh!te/
i got sumthin that he cant get,
yea am talkin bout u Lyrical content,
but theres sumthing u cant grasp,
that being my myrical conceped.

[Bigbeat]

Here's the deal, Bigbeat will rob or steal, rock that steel, aim, lock and kill
I'll put in hard work for a meal, even if mc's get peeled, and for that they call me ill
for that, they call me the man of steel like shaquille o'neill
it's cuz real cats feel my raps, not the acts that reinact the lives of poor blacks
or hispanics, arabics, my middle eastern brethren, the oriental, chinese, any minorities
i feel ya struggle, cuz see i live on ya level, and yet i marvel
at how we are able to topple governments run by corrupt people, all men are equal
yet the feeble are treated miserable, while the wealthy are treated more favourable
and this ain't no tale or fable, this is real life on a street level
to every project, ghetto or public housing neighbourhood
we may be misunderstood, they look at our music and say it's no good
so it's time we stood, take a good look, and get em shook
cuz if we don't who would? they raped our races, our culture, like ****in vultures
they feed on the carcasses of those who passed away and treat us like slaves
so that everyday,they create a profit off the music we make
and still humiliate and demean us and such, in their clutch
denied access to the public forum, in their board room, saying "revolution ain't for them"
thats when they started whorin the poor'n and started pourin in coins'n bills
getting up every morning, the **** got boring, mc's coppin pleas for deals
and what are those pleas? "make 2 club bangers with lil john beats"
"make 1 RnB crossova, make a video and jump in ya Jeep or SUV"
"in exchange for that million dollar paycheque and 06 Lex"
"thanks for being a ***** to corporate capitalists who keep the evil rich"
how can mc's even sleep? leading the wolves to the sheep?

[Wordsmyth]

I still rock shell toes with the triple beam and tha leaf s*hit
Blue hoody’s, valor suites with tha white Tee underneath it
I’m detoxed f*ucking wit kids who beat box on street blocks
Reminiscinent of T.R.O.Y when CL spit verses wit Pete Rock
Digital Underground sendin subliminal thunder on Packets of Sex
I laugh at teenage VETs who wasn’t around to witness DAS EFX
I pumped Funk Master Flex when volume one came on cassettes
And I remember when Keith Murray was stomping hisTims upon a LEX

:afro:

I was a Hip Hop heathen even before these kids started breathen
In my car scheming listening to Jodeci singing I’m Feenin
What’s tha reason, I study the flows and mimic tha movement
It’s an empty house so there’s always some room for improvement
I exude spit, it courses though my veins secretes from my folicals
With these beats in my brain the pen records the molecules
I down bottles of goose to the label reciting rhymes at my table
With the same thoughts in mind that told cain to smoke able
I’m a student of the craft so I stay in the lab wit a pen and a pad daily
I got boots with trees and the ROOTS go deeper than ALEX HAILEY

[theman080]

uppin for the new novices to get their shine on..........................or try to :yes:

[W.I.Z.E.]

I wonder on life plunder and plight hunger and trife,
what a blundering sight vision permeates night,
hundreds'll fight, few survive done cut by the knife,
of their own indiscretions yet they wonder in spite,
Summer and ice, opposite yet a wonderful life,
two extermes offer balance from the left and the right.

[W.I.Z.E.]

I still rock shell toes with the triple beam and tha leaf s*hit
Blue hoody’s, valor suites with tha white Tee underneath it
I’m detoxed f*ucking wit kids who beat box on street blocks
Reminiscinent of T.R.O.Y when CL spit verses wit Pete Rock
Digital Underground sendin subliminal thunder on Packets of Sex
I laugh at teenage VETs who wasn’t around to witness DAS EFX
I pumped Funk Master Flex when volume one came on cassettes
And I remember when Keith Murray was stomping hisTims upon a LEX

:afro:

I was a Hip Hop heathen even before these kids started breathen
In my car scheming listening to Jodeci singing I’m Feenin
What’s tha reason, I study the flows and mimic tha movement
It’s an empty house so there’s always some room for improvement
I exude spit, it courses though my veins secretes from my folicals
With these beats in my brain the pen records the molecules
I down bottles of goose to the label reciting rhymes at my table
With the same thoughts in mind that told cain to smoke able
I’m a student of the craft so I stay in the lab wit a pen and a pad daily
I got boots with trees and the ROOTS go deeper than ALEX HAILEY



nice verse for real kid...

[Wordsmyth]

nice verse for real kid...

Thx

[theman080]

Yo got some fukkin hot drops in this thread, the ones that blow are obvious and I don't wanna mention it at the risk of sparkin up beef wit one of these text byches that get easily pissed, let me key sumtin up real quick jus for the hell of it...

Females are trife, closed eyes with schemes in there sight
Releasin the light, holdin darkness and teasin with might, right?
How many times have you been through this, a wet tissue bytch
Another story that they hit you with, then complain about the gifts you get->


**** that, knnnnoooooooooooowww your fukkin place ho, all men are dogs when bycthes act like sluts :ucku:

She thought I was broke, asked me if I rapped non profit
Said nah but my profits non-stoppin and you cant knock this
And I recently had my eye on some very fine objects
Kept a straight face, she knew this was not nonsense
She said what you tryin to buy, you miserable fukk
I was like a gift for my side chick, thats why you've been on the bus, yup
After this I knew she'd be was smackin, cursin and screamin
But I couldn't stop laughin, plus I already finished packin
So cease the yappin, you see what happens
Jus make dinner and lunch, clean and then fukk
Pay the pills on time, and bytch respect mines

[empty clipz]

buttered lipz stay on my dik like eatin popcorn/
while you ni@@az get ya rockz when ya pop porn/
in ya dvd playaz...see me playaz...i'm tha epitomy of pimpery/
bitc#ez have epiphaniez when i'm in their vacinity/
motel roomz can't keep a vacany/
i'm a stank old dirty bastard, there'z no out ranking me/ (rank az in smelly, think about it lol)
when i step in tha spot, i got at least 3 hoez out flanking me/



lololol....let me stop, just something to drop before i got off work

[Irish-dipstick]

*dropping joint*

i drop this like in HEAT getting played out on ur own 2 FEET, i sick and tired of hearin whack SH!T, ur that stupid u go to fcuk a
b!tch and ask were the CLIT. ok i'm am mad maybe a bit PHYSCO fcuk ur mama but she reject i slap her and call her a DIKE HO i play u out just like i did to DIRTY YO.

[Courtdog]

*dropping joint*

i drop this like in HEAT getting played out on ur own 2 FEET, i sick and tired of hearin whack SH!T, ur that stupid u go to fcuk a
b!tch and ask were the CLIT. ok i'm am mad maybe a bit PHYSCO fcuk ur mama but she reject i slap her and call her a DIKE HO i play u out just like i did to DIRTY YO.

Thats pretty ill dips#it :rolleyes:


Pay attention cuz I'm dope look, never cared about where the votes took
When I got bastards like Puppet Master compare'n his soundclicks to my notebook :yes:
I'm off da hook because I'm major and big
Your only off the hook cuz I let you live, every line should be set as a sig-nature
As I ad-minister sinister finishers amongst the Majorz & the Miniatures
Plagiarism becomes the only integer
I'm finished hurr...

[Irish-dipstick]

Thats pretty ill dips#it :rolleyes:


Pay attention cuz I'm dope look, never cared about where the votes took
When I got bastards like Puppet Master compare'n his soundclicks to my notebook :yes:
I'm off da hook because I'm major and big
Your only off the hook cuz I let you live, every line should be set as a sig-nature
As I ad-minister sinister finishers amongst the Majorz & the Miniatures
Plagiarism becomes the only integer
I'm finished hurr...

u must be jking dont every come back here i would bust u up but like that b!tch empty clipz am a bit tired and annoyed so fcuk u.

[Irish-dipstick]

Thats pretty ill dips#it :rolleyes:


Pay attention cuz I'm dope look, never cared about where the votes took
When I got bastards like Puppet Master compare'n his soundclicks to my notebook :yes:
I'm off da hook because I'm major and big
Your only off the hook cuz I let you live, every line should be set as a sig-nature
As I ad-minister sinister finishers amongst the Majorz & the Miniatures
Plagiarism becomes the only integer
I'm finished hurr...

i've got u dangling like a puppet and am the MASTER, every ****ing word u bust is an antiscipated DISASTER the soon u close ur mouth this beef will end FASTER, but ur afraid of beef and i like IT the more u talk the more ur likely to get HIT hey u ****** u as lame as bob saggot am falling ASLEEP waking at the slitiest SLEEP ur in foreign waters now u went to far and buy the way incase u haven't got it ur rhymes r CHEAP

[One Mic Dominican]

Techniques Outlandish, Rip Mics im landin sick tight verses with skills to leave the head bangin,/Not Rockin but Rollin/ Maestro Controllin this sick flow hit like waves bustin through New Orleans/ like a hurricane
breath wind type insane/ category 5 speaks my name
when i'm on terrain to bring pain/ Slap ni99as like Rick James/
with quickness like i'm Sugar Shane/
on all u b!tch ni99as more sweeter than a sugar cane/
I reign when lyrics drop like water but speak harder like "El Nino"/
De La Ciudad de Nueva York, yo soy el tipo/
That dude who can cook some ill rhyme food/
looks good and a savage when i'm Ravishing like Rick Rude/
My script a rapture/ On loose to Capture/
my rhymes is like i straight up smacked mother goose then just jacked her/
All rappers recite the same song like a sing-along/
going back and fourth till i let it go like a game of Pong/
Game Over...Now back to order supernova,
pop a star like my d!ck when your a cherry to be broken off/
Spit lyrics i bring cause to be, because i'm often costin MC's a coffin
when i sting like a bee, so Be Cautioned

[Courtdog]

YOU NO THAT GIRLS TROUBLE IF SHE GOT A POP-O-MATIC BUBBLE!!!


Do the great ever retire?
Courtdog headlines the flyer for The Illest feature'n
Mc's from different regions, spit'n for different reasons
The following is more intriguing than anything preceding, take this heed or bleed
Smoking too much weed hightens anxieties
When you quit the most variety's available, but thats society!
Why it be, sohh easy for other kats to act all greasy
When I father'd there stylez, I no they need me
I can take them out easier than Eazy-E easily approach'd the M.I.C.
Please believe or D.I.E.

[Irish-dipstick]

i'm comin wit a new flow and a killer beat.... too bad u can't here it but i'm still the illest mutherfuker to ever feat....better believe that sh!t and it don't stop here...this is a no beef rhyme but still in 6th gear....get the nitro on this lyrically gangbang....fcuk it man i love to talk my lyricalslang/ watch out i blow up like the guildhall year ago.....watch out killa thrilla comin out wit that killa flow.

[EyesLoSE14]

Man whats going on in here whole lot of corny brehs popping off at the mouth thats cool but I feel like intervening...

[GEM-N-EYE]

I used to love her, now SOHH needs more of my devotion/
packs of new jacks cracking quotes with no emotion//
I'm evoking, thoughts of great scribes, ill beats, and dope rhymes/
dopes with punch-less lines cascade this skyline too frequent times//
NOW......
I part these souless poets like Moses/
Prognosis bleak but the future takes focus//
So FOCUS and picture the craft of art MAsterpieces
A word to young bucks to learn what a true MC is........

[theman080]

Peasants thread blessin as if my essense they be testin
I'll end your ressurection by supplying a pleasant pension
Half your ass posts plus the question the ask most
As a ****** as*hole will my skill see a fast growth??
Not likely regarding writing, by the look not even slightly
What the fukk this ****** hyping thru played line reciting
Overall your total fall to vocal calls sweating scotem walls
Roving tall has reached it's peak, 500 posts ago
LET THIS WEAKNESS CEASE

[Irish-dipstick]

am a drop wit heat right here.

drop a lyric or two still am emcee lo thinkin of producin the new beat bringer,
look at that ill EQ me and doc dre be the best and am his dead ringer,
and by the way the man remind me of a britney spears copy cat singer.

[Verbinh]

I will merc a n2gga like Cuban... that dallas dude.

[Tha'Prophecy]

Ayo..
Though I reach for the skies, my dreams stop at the roof.
I seem lost through the static, that's the popular proof
that I'm copping the truth. And not to be knocking ya hustle
but you fake hard. That vien of heat stop at muscle
while I'm hitting the bone. No hopes, pissing em' cold
with the pencil and 'phone. Broken but can picture it whole.
A mission unfolds. A missle with a fist full of stones
from the liquid and soul. Stomping on the pistol and chrome.
You sick with a poem? But your message is missing the dome.
And nobody's playing your tracks unless it's fit for the hoes.
I can spark the revolution without exposing the Tech.
You cold with vest while folks scream with potent distress.
Stop with the faking. I want beef but not for the bacon
because emcees are getting wacker and dropped in the Matrix.
I'm still holding the raps and wishing, no, hoping we clash
so I can torture your clan, stuff your whole corpse in the trash.

[Wordsmyth]

Ayo..
Though I reach for the skies, my dreams stop at the roof.
I seem lost through the static, that's the popular proof
that I'm copping the truth. And not to be knocking ya hustle
but you fake hard. That vien of heat stop at muscle
while I'm hitting the bone. No hopes, pissing em' cold
with the pencil and 'phone. Broken but can picture it whole.
A mission unfolds. A missle with a fist full of stones
from the liquid and soul. Stomping on the pistol and chrome.
You sick with a poem? But your message is missing the dome.
And nobody's playing your tracks unless it's fit for the hoes.
I can spark the revolution without exposing the Tech.
You cold with vest while folks scream with potent distress.
Stop with the faking. I want beef but not for the bacon
because emcees are getting wacker and dropped in the Matrix.
I'm still holding the raps and wishing, no, hoping we clash
so I can torture your clan, stuff your whole corpse in the trash.

Daswazup! That's my mans an em'! LOL

[Courtdog]

The key word is optimistic..
I'm not gone miss this, I gots to get it
Gotta stay committed

Rigid for only a minute til I replenish
Every sentence is analyzed by the senate
A Task Force for Hip-Hop preventence

Negative sentiment towards the tenants is not eminent, its prevalent!
Dont trust dem new niqqaz over there, taken up residence

Its my negligence to not look squarely at the evidence
Its evident ever since hints of embezzlement became relevant
My settlement is to remain celibate just for the hell of it
And thats the way I'm tellin' it...