Con Fussy

[Doc Holla]

My mind is set on a level that devils cant penetrate/
These kids out here selling shake/
Trying to put food on they plate/
As satan wait for self-destruction/
Reconstruction of being slaves/
We diggin graves towardsthe last days/
Iam smokin haze to put my mind at ease/
Take my thoughts to the trees/
Dreaming of dealin wit keys/
Escaping the F.B.I./
Rolling blunts to get high/
Praying bout the time I die/
I have a piece of the pie/
Its all a struggle livin in this kritical state/
Where violaters violate to confiscate my fate/
And so I wait awhile to ignite my mental/
Its kritical, reciting street language thats foul/
And in my style, uniqness be the manifique piece/
Reflecting whats from the streets and put it in my technique/
As analzed, from the wize I rock a disguise/
Cause true lies be the reason mom duke eyes cries/
Towards the future I see me and my troops on a isle/
Smoking refree out a leaf sittin indian style

MAFIA'S, GANGBANGERS, DRUG SLANGERS,/
WATCH YA BACK FROM FIVE-O WIT THE ITCHY FINGERS/
I WATCH YA BACK FROM THE DEVILS WHO TRY TO HANG US/
AND STOP ME AND MY TROOPS FROM LIFESTYLES OF RICH AND FAMOUS/

[Con FusIon]

These hands of mine don't handle toast / I boast the fact // the boastful lack imagination / and criticize emancipation // slumped over on some corner / a thirty-eighty, a crucifix / and pain while I dream to crash the pearly gates with ruthlessness...

dude, dreams of dealin' keys are solid evidence for a run-on life sentence, mark my words... you better get past that period... more to the point (yes, I'm serious): true, this is probably trite, and you're probably right: devil's can't penetrate a mind on any level if it's saturated with fabricated stories of exacerbated glory. My advice is quit the weed, be the seed your mamma dreams about, please take heed. Those leaves win bouts with self-control unless you handle 'em, understand man? And I'm speaking from a bleeding mandible cuz it almost beat me, too... some scandal brought that plan to my attention and I thank God for His intervention (Eric, are you reading this?... this is my resurrection / the Light with which you walked is my protection // my face has found direction, your faith found my affection)... holla, there is no side to take when it's devils versus demons / and, like with other words, don't use my name when you don't know the meaning

[Con FusIon]

exactly. 5 percent.

[Doc Holla]

First and foremost I cant hate that was nice/
But u will respect me homie or I will take what is mine/
I have no problem going against a vet/
Puttin u in check, Will further gain me respect
Asking the crowd, Who is next?
U hated on the future now I must erase ya past/
Tell me to quit the weed, I smoke u like I smoke my grass/
Tell me to stop my hustle, homie its my way of life/
I do not knock the fact that now u jus repair bikes, babyboy/
Repair your life, time to stop crying/
Got soilders on the battlefield and everyday they dying/
See round here mothers dont dream they have nightmares/
And the streets raise the youth cause parents dont care/
Callin this ya resurrection, rules of gravity states/
What goes up must come down so you have chosen ya fate/
Never came to this site boastin or braggin tryin to stunt/
Jus dropped a jewel here or there now the beast is on a hunt/
And for once things gone seem strange/
Cause the bad guy gonna win, good guy hang/
Confusion understand the devil is needed to maintain balance/
So watch who u boo, and definitly watch who u challenge!!!!

[theman080]

dude, dreams of dealin' keys are solid evidence for a run-on life sentence, mark my words... you better get past that period...

stopped considerin Doc Holla's chances at a 'W' after readin that line...funny...just read the rest of it and you D.H. got ethered, I mean damn, if I do a 2006, A Year In Review thread, this is definitely showin up under the Biggest Sonning category, no hate Holla, but it was that bad. It was just too much for you, I can see you handling a few of the current battle heads but you must have got suckered into this one.

peace

[Doc Holla]

I will admit that line was hot the ending was iight but homie I did not get ethered. Thats an over statement buddy. My first verse was ill and my comeback was iller. I respect Con fusion skills and all I want is respect. Its easy to battle someone. Iam trying to drop classics homie.

[Con FusIon]

You lost with your first line. When you crossed me the first time and I tossed you that verse of mine it costed me your worth in rhyme: that's zero, kid. I'm awesome with the tersest lines... rehearsin' for the worst crimes leaves moms clutchin' purses and cryin' in a hurse... don't be a hero, kid. I'm controversial like border-runners with guns drinking gasoline with their husbands and adopted Cuban sons. You don't want none. What streets you from? Man, do yourself a favor -- don't pretend to be hood when Big Bird's your neighbor. Don't act like me smackin' you won't change your behavior. Don't act like I can't buck-fifty your pride with a razor... sharp... tongue... Yes, I sonned you. Yes, I'm that close with your moms but with this joint custody-type agreement I only discipline you when it's convenient. You can't expect me to be lenient... I'm tryin' to raise leaders who spit their hearts like quills dipped in inkwells of pure ether...

[Doc Holla]

Who dare ignite this arabian knight, with insight I bring to light people confused with false hype/ These veterans will let me in or I will bogard/ I am the private, who showed sarge Iam so hard/ And so far Sohh czars get dethroned or, I am all elements, yes a shining star/ Who had ya girl on the moon making more stars/ So if I got sunned yes, I am the one/ Came in this game like Lebron, Sohh in one palm/ In the other, was the heart of one confused brother/ I got that butta, mouth biscuit sumthin wicked, midget/ U buck fifty me, I hog tie u and ya piegon/ Mothers, sisters, brothers, cousins, even all the distant/ Cant stand the heat?/ Well stay the fu*k outta hells kitchen/ My lyrics *****en wit no fear like white skateboarders/ And comfortable at war, before, I straight ate morter/ I am ya son, well u my daughter wit a homo aura/ Now you the private Iam the sarge, no I am Sargent Slaughter.

[Crayon Flux]

Dude improved his lyrical prowess tenfold just by reading Fusion's response, that's how CRAYZAY Con is TEXT-wise ( yeah, man up and record some audio, punk! :yes: ).

[Conduit]

ah... Doc you really did step it up on that last verse... I'm impressed by that... do you wanna go another round?

[Doc Holla]

Thanx, I am always up for a challenge

[W.I.Z.E.]

This was solid. Con's your first verse just showed your skill and seriously your maturity in regard to battling and more importantly writing. The next joint was eh....BUT that f..ing Big Bird line had me dying and set off the rest of your verse which was straight (yes the bar is raised higher for you.)

DH u came up stronger after that but u switched your style in the last verse so much that my first thought honestly was that u didn't write it. I did like the focus of your second verse though.

[Doc Holla]

hold up know wize i write everything i post thats noncipher homie. I jus had to get back in the swing of things look at my new posts and you will c what i mean

[JonMen]

post ure opinions and rate it

my grandmother's sayin it's hot like a furnace
old folks keep sayin' young’s no Sunday service
this music nowadays a cold blooded menace
the 4+3's is back our turn is
charcoal face's on white coloured jerseys
united in white's an black's
it's a choice for shorty, either weave or afro pack's
metaphoric compositions it lacks
lil African’s gotta stand like a rebel
but, he's a daily meal for the devil
godly holy water's cursen then
they say they would rather switch than tuh fight with ben
I soon felt angels on my shoulder
I choose to go further
my fashion statement is one of S.Carter
a box full of emotions
pick one you won
you'll freeze like a picture till yuh time is done
2 O' clock on some days annoyed by hov witnesses
lil *****s in big *****s freak out where the law is
ah choose a career an hip hop's my employment
educated permanently by the masses who sent
this, is the classical inspirational genre
keep it close to yuh yeah

they say ghetto's to precious
they say the minds plus reality cop daily bread messages
they say blacks should give white expenses
follow hip hop today the way u should kanye west this
walk through ah city where the eyes on you
the time's now officially quarter to 2
black power to the people where’s the people, where’s the people
one million with a force that's equal
george bush doesn’t care about who
face facts, facts exposin' um through..
the livin legend cooked up a dish so digest some food
I see reflections in rap music that's the crack music
God praises, ya can't waste this blessin'
playin' a tribe called quest with a positive mention
this is free to all readers an citizens
the young hov centred announcements an made critics in, this ends
BLACK MUSIC

[Conduit]

JonMen are you for real?

[JonMen]

JonMen are you for real?
what do u mean by that?

[Irish-dipstick]

post ure opinions and rate it

my grandmother's sayin it's hot like a furnace
old folks keep sayin' young’s no Sunday service
this music nowadays a cold blooded menace
the 4+3's is back our turn is
charcoal face's on white coloured jerseys
united in white's an black's
it's a choice for shorty, either weave or afro pack's
metaphoric compositions it lacks
lil African’s gotta stand like a rebel
but, he's a daily meal for the devil
godly holy water's cursen then
they say they would rather switch than tuh fight with ben
I soon felt angels on my shoulder
I choose to go further
my fashion statement is one of S.Carter
a box full of emotions
pick one you won
you'll freeze like a picture till yuh time is done
2 O' clock on some days annoyed by hov witnesses
lil *****s in big *****s freak out where the law is
ah choose a career an hip hop's my employment
educated permanently by the masses who sent
this, is the classical inspirational genre
keep it close to yuh yeah

they say ghetto's to precious
they say the minds plus reality cop daily bread messages
they say blacks should give white expenses
follow hip hop today the way u should kanye west this
walk through ah city where the eyes on you
the time's now officially quarter to 2
black power to the people where’s the people, where’s the people
one million with a force that's equal
george bush doesn’t care about who
face facts, facts exposin' um through..
the livin legend cooked up a dish so digest some food
I see reflections in rap music that's the crack music
God praises, ya can't waste this blessin'
playin' a tribe called quest with a positive mention
this is free to all readers an citizens
the young hov centred announcements an made critics in, this ends
BLACK MUSIC


drop a new joint this joint is cool but you need to get on fresh sh1t

[J. Frost]

damn i almost forgot i came from texting on the internet yall boys doing ya thing
i might have to get back in it