Battle Call for SOHH

[theman080]

Been a minute since I lyrically bodied someone here, whio's up for it

[empty clipz]

what up man?!! been a min for me too!! but i'm back ready to attack!! let'z catch up for ol time'z sake and show these youngin'z how we get to gunnin!!

[LyRiCiSt]

IT'S SO SO SAD I'M ABOUT TO HAVE THIS M C MAD/
YOUR NO NO MATCH FOR ME CAUSE YA LYRICALLY BAD/
NOT LIKE A LL YA..CHUMP YA JUST.. REALLY REALLY SUCK/
I SPIT WHILE YOU QUACK QUACK YOU LIL UGLY DUCK[/
NO LUCK! WHEN YOU COMING UP! AGAINST ME SON/
I GOT FULL CLIPZ OF FIRE AND I JUST EMPTIED ONE/
AND I'M THE MAN I PLAY NUMBERS LIKE ZERO! EIGHT! ZERO!/
GOT FLAMES LIKE CALGARY WHAT MORE HEAT THAN DeNIRO/
I'M YA HERO!!!!!!

[ogacihC]

Buk buk buk!

[Bigbeat]

it's sick you call yourself lyricist, yet you lack evidence of any prevelant skills
hittin in all caps, you must have blisters on your fingertips from typin that whack sh**
please sit, let me show you how it's done kid, ya take your index, let the muscle flex and hit that F
up next, switch from the left to the right, make sure you hit that U tight
adjust your desk lamp light, the next set of keys that you type gon' determine if you nice :yes:
C-K Y-O-U, that s*** is directed at you :ucku: ya so-called truth goes poof
only one dude remains, Bigbeat's his name, your head in his aim, cha-pow, there goes ya brain :bustback:

[LyRiCiSt]

ALL CAPS, lower case, Upper Case don't matter HOMIE!
BIG B.I.T.C.H. lil b.i.t.c.h. whatever son you still fony
you got no FloW like tHick mUd I'm the king and dOn't even drinK bUd
how you going to be HIV + son still trying ta give blood:argue:
:mad:

i gotta go lil hoe BIG B.I.T.C.H DON'T BE MAD
YA MANHOOD IS GONE NOW, sorry it's what you had

[LyRiCiSt]

:thumbsdow ThumbS down ta bIg BeaT, ya like honey smacks
ya Soo swEEt/
:bustback: I bust back in the morning(mourning) like alonzo wit no heat/
i defeaT.. emceeS.. like you you can'T compete
I'm da lyrical lyricist creating miracles take a seat/:ohmy:
Ya name is smurf:smurf: like february ya flows come up short
call me runways my flows are long like airport/
you wanna go another round I'm great like the five lakes
Fill ya stomach what frosted flakes cause my flows are so:grrr: EAT/
YA JUST GOT ATE!
COME ON ..come back to me like JANET YOU'LL GET JACK SON:ohmy:
YOU CAN'T COUNT OKAY! THEN START OFF WITH THE I'M THE NUMBER 1/
AND I'M DONE
IT'S BEEN FUN, RIPPING YA
:thumbsup: I WON

[David Lama]

set it up

[Bigbeat]

ayo lyricist, i don't want to get too intelligent for yo lil ignorant a$$
so i'll make it simple like grade-school math for your foolish a$$
1 reply, another reply, you know how to add you fukkin ***?
that's 2 replies, to the one 1 i had, must've took all you had
is that all you can muster up? talkin about me havin HIV but you the one takin nuts and giving ass, remember, you a fukkin ***, sour over getting fukked by ya dad
you had it right when you were talkin bout thick n mud, cuz somethin thick must be up your butt, pushin up that mud all the way up, cuz you talkin alot of sh!t for a lil b!tch lyricist
i think you need an assist on how to write a venomous diss cuz what you spit ain't hurt one bit
in fact, i think you an assist on the definition of a lyricist cuz that definitely ain't what you is
what you is, well that's somewhere between that smurf you mentioned and movie henchmen
dumbass, kiddish, with blue balls who falls the second the movie's main attraction makes his spectacular introduction
that's me by the way if you couldn't follow the reference
and for instance, you got played the instant you made any reference to my manhood not being non existant
cuz your existence is thanks to me mackin on ya mom way back when, had that b!tch cheatin
in essence, if you ain't gettin the message, you can call me daddy dearest
i don't lie in spoken word or text, told you that you wuz sour over getting fukked by ya dad, now that im done with ya punk a$$, who's next?

[theman080]

Tomorrow seems like a better time to come in here and educate, be prepared.

[Trojanman]

man80, man or lady, transvestite, who gives a f*ck
man, this sh!ts like a room full of hos with rich old men around, ya all suck.

[theman080]

Versus has been weak, theres no exception in this set
Cats is hopin for an upset...
But unfortunately the projections were correct
The message has been sent delivered and recieved
Bigbeat rippin shyt like me, just a thought,
I know, frivolous indeed, your minature to me
For real, I wont cosign ya mindless tones
Jammed in stretched out bars, you might find in Irish homes
And lyricist you serious, you aint killin this beef yet
Flexin wordplay??
More like slight syllable recess...
Excuse the interuption, you need to hush dog honest
And every trojan that I contact I bust all on it

[faceillini]

Let me bring the lambs to slaughter
turn $am into mortar & sell him on Ebay for halfs & quarters
just face the news, the teacher is back let me grade you fools
but before I fade ya views understand like Japan the land you stand is shakey dude, lyrically bring a blade to you
Face the last samurai, Shane ya flow is most asinine
please do something else just to pass the time
I ain't even past my prime but lyrically grasp the nine
take aim and blow pass ya mind
you gone in less than 60 seconds
Face will always be around like weed pipes and sticky resin
Always number one who remembers coming second.

[Mr.November+]

Time to put an end to these so-called lyricist..
Im the hip hop purist that dont need the bigbeat man...
I was the Da man before I turnt 80...
Most of these dudes sound like they starting rapping in 1980 man.....
Its 2006 and look me Im the new king bringing it straight to ya face...
Mr. November taking over like its the city of Troy.....
Ill cut down any trojan who else wanna come back more...
Take heed to these warning shots b/c I never run out clipz man...

[theman080]

I'm spiritually gifted, equippin for some lyrical fitness
Subliminals are minimal, emcees fear a description
Cuz you sentence synopsis wont match the depth of my prophets
Paragraph narratives narrowin your seconds of hotness
Got me blessin on topics, ya logic, no bytch remembers
Told ya wife I'ma strike, even she wont Miss November
Your stumble was tragic, in a brawl you got dumped down
But you should know, your fall's just about done now
I'm colder then your season, rely on me to fan em
face couldnt stand toe to toe if we were siamese companions
I'm better in weapons, agressive towards your hesitant sessions
Your no outkast little brother, you were never accepted

[Mr.November+]

Its November and a time for thanksgiving....
But its my season and melodic shots you will be recieving ...
Im a lyrical diabolical master and that much more sinister..
So never disrespect your elders so call me MISTER..
Kids wanna step up and test well number 80 your up next..
Ima flex just a little probably like the boy your are...
You rhyme with astronomical weak bars so take it somewhere far...
Trying to write like the man in your avatar but yours were subpar...
Its over your weapons are outdated....
Take that sh!t back to little kids so they can play wit it...
Talk big but your game lowercased more than your name while mine nickelplated....
This was too easy but to body you I wont become complacent...

[In$ane $hane]

no hating involved...dat was good *points 2 mr.november*,lol