it's whatever...facts is facts

[consecrated1]

two weeks to drop, to meek to shock/
we keep gross in a choke hold,
while he bleeds from our cocks/
neither he nor I.C. deserves this kind of props/
and i drop what i serve, sohh they bound to get mopped/
yea i lost a battle to Gzus, but sohh will mankind/
the droe u stand by, will leave u flatlined/
and Ahh set it best, they both like to D*** ride/
and u can post this on that site sohh they know i don't lie/
u'll never be seen, and you'll never see us/
just look at ur record, u got all the right reasons/
any given season, i'll have ur soul treason ur body/
while appeasin the hotties, like the ism their feenin/
Insane is Lame, capitalized, on some whinery/
however the older he gets the more he needs a refinery/
SON, i'm here when it the hour counts/
your in here countin the hours/
with ur rain would shower, for some kind of power, YOU I'D DEVOUR/
a newb who's glued to the tube, stuck and confused/
cuz he ducked highschool, and sucked on too many tools/
and gross... is gross, with the upmost exaggeration/
reppin is "own nation", but yet to be a sensation/
a lost tribe of suckas, claimin to be brothas/
but he's just another busta realizin, NO ONE CAN TOUCH US!!

[consecrated1]

all escrament, imbedded in sediment/
a testament, always sayin whats relevant/
just delve in it, thrust it all in ur pelvis/
i electrify ur melin from black, brown to elvis/
couldn't repell if ur name was ricochet/
your conscience generates, dead weight scenery/
not hearin me, voice of God, ur choice to facade/
i'm soul maraudin, what's steerin me's a force i won't pardon/
crackin through the hardened ritard, stores are discardin/
ur 8 tracks, with 16's while i smack backs, smashin spleens/
stayin clean like chardin, yet i'm still scarrin the knees/
your fightin ur own life, while i'm fightin principalities/
ur brain constists of monotony, i create shiftin monopoly/
aint no stoppin this convict, cuz i'm murderin my anatomy/
check this simile, cuz it's vivid ur cranium's left livid/
straining to be rigid, dryed eyed, and so i spit liquid/
quick with the bic, but ur pen is illin, you're outta ink/
pinned to the ceilin, with no feelin, penicilin with no drink/
i'm sent to reel in the sick, instillin the link that's conceiled in/
unyeildin to my course claimin the source ya'll not feelin/

[Earl Grey]

Picture me rockin this fagggot nine ways from Sunday
And you'll understand why this mc soiled his undays
It's time you sat up and faced it, you're on the wrong case
Like a surgeon givin AIDS patients facelifts
My vernacular attacks wack actors with or without the flak jackets
I got that which you lack; matter of fact:
I do more in 10 bars than you could ever do with 16 tracks
I'm venomous - you're incredulous? best start believin
Beatin you is too easy, like a cannibal eating at a meeting of vegans
My rhymes are fine, but my references leave you breathless
Even you must confess, my freshness causes stress
Causes nervousness in even the most battle-tested sparrer
This is complicated, but I last longer and go farther
Than consecrated, mister verbally constipated
Once-feted, now degraded, playa-hates cause he's hated
You got downgraded and upbraided by Earl Grey, kid
You're despicable, and frankly, it's detestable
That a flagrant and obviously blatant homosexual
Could be so bold as to name himself with holy connotations
Consecrated? A moniker so criminal it's comical
SOHH knows, that's why we all see through you like a monocle

biiiiiiiitch!

[Irish-dipstick]

like burst ur bubble cradle to grave oh yea can't u see, a lyrically gangsta strictly og can't even compared to the sh!t i drop be, c all fakes god sakes and many a wake for the b!tches that crossed me and the one that hate now listen to this earl on pension hair is grey he rappin on me like jigga did nas then i etherd him like got did like jay now wat u gotta say, this b!tch is thick came to pop and strated watching the lick this off hook sh!t rhymeing a storma i'm hot like chilli u mild like korma the number one performa.
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we like c polic policing the police but who the fcuks to say when i bump celise only cause she fcuking nas the king of newyork and owns a bike like torque the sh!t i'd fcuk the b!tch keep her cummin d!ck in her bum and sh!t yea rhyme master d only fcuking thing that can match to me am a lyrically luniatic but am not from st. loi i leave u a murder but just like murdock i leave u wit out a cluie, and right now this rhyme be threwie.
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but i'm back to question your motive of thinking every time u hear a gun go off u be blinking aw made u look had u like a fidh on a hook wit killer sh!t that u don't fit to up it hit to push this now on earl gray mention him be enough to diss. sh!t am uncosciously rappin u talkin crap and tryin to come up to this but u can't match i knock u out like brad pitt in snatch.
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but question is am i god blessed from the sh!t i press leave u in the trunk from ur sh!t i stressed, every dream be like ur last breath the war to being a rap god is not ova yet.

[consecrated1]

I.D. ur like a virus man, get out of my threath YOU LOOOSEER!!

[consecrated1]

after the visual i contemplated wasting my time/
should i TEA BAG this homo, so GROSS he'll do a NO SHOW?
he's sohh sohh, still can't give mics the choke hold/
you got a better chance undressing the cloak, confess to the pope/
i spit so unique-ly i secrete hydro from my feet/
and rip holes in E.G. so his Light flow might seep/
bow down to me Earl Grey, literallay not a simile/
a generic mc, not fearin you, assured ur not hearin C/
a less known commodity of what's a known oddity/
ur obviously portrayin signs of a confused sexuality/
ur fickle fallacy's go global where Alice be/
ur style is meek, you should seek counseling/
shoot a gander at propaganda/
a slap in the jaw he'll probably hand ya/
or try theman with his etched out plan/
dedicated to embezle his land, 2ft. visual scan/
#1rapper will get you to 3rd place, i heard his words are worthless/
or get irish dipstick, to think quick, laydown a drop and twirk it/
all ur drip of the pen i've heard it/
noone on this board ur murken/
an already served herb, what's worst/
ur worthless brain keeps u searchin/
it's not working, ur batteries should be excluded/
ur chit chatter has my ears polluted/
ur fluid is soo rancid man even ur brain cells are diluted/

[Irish-dipstick]

I.D. ur like a virus man, get out of my threath YOU LOOOSEER!!

itz thread and why u hate so much earl grey droped a posion bomb on this thread.

[Irish-dipstick]

look on every other thing i've been coming softly,
u gettin sick from the drugz u bought off me/
not my fault read between the lines se wat sh!t u find,
how can this conscreted mutherfuker be great,
at the start i saw he was but now i know he aint gotta grind,
or the intellect to make it he can't even use his own mind/
stupid b!tch never come to great one and claim the king,
cause i don't listen to punks wit no talent,
and who don't know a thing, now back up before u get pimp smacked,
back up b!tch before ur thread get jacked, haha now outta my way,
i make a return like jay bring nas wit me a ether you wat u gonna do/
am a loose cannon wit the majic to make a rhyme from nuthin,
but to do it u have to have sumthin, u r a little suburb livin mutherfuker/
i'm not in the mood to take on u enter the hood let my boys break u down,
man didn't anyone tell ya attack me wrong am hellbound, lyrically sound,
now u crossed the wrong killa cause killa make a thrilla,
every time am on the mic mess wit me 6th feet end of battle u in tha ground.

[Amerika]

Damn ID, you Can not rap. Seriously, go practice for awhile before you post again.

[consecrated1]

yea i admit early grey's drop was good. Bomb? no, but good. Still man, Ur horrible man.... i think one of the first thing u should realize is that u suck... so u need to get better... like Amerika said, Off the Board. it's for ur own good man.

[theman080]

nameless :no:

[Irish-dipstick]

look at this amerika is sh!t straight up get out and make more rhymes bout iron man. concreted battle if u've got a problem.

i'm very lethal to fools who got no flow,
u just suck when i blow u called a dirty ass ho/
now to check this out would be a crime,
don't cry cause u can't match,
u bi a d!ck cause u gud at it but u can't rhyme.