The Return...

[Bigbeat]

yo i'm back for a minute, drop some hot ish on you fools...
yo god damn, ya get smacked silly, ya beef got too much cheese, this ain't philly
talk about a mac milli, really? yo, cats had me gassed back in the day, used to say 'what the dilly'
nowadays the dudes are whiter than hillbillies, still screamin "ya feel me" from Kansas City to Cinncinati
turned the culture into a for profit industry, moved from the inner city to the elite citizenry
and i fukkin blame you lame ass not-even-in-my-class crap rap acts, i got what you lack
tact and skill, 2 years from now a record deal, 10 years down the road, a boat and a hundred mill
that's why i don't waste precious clock ticks to write sh!t for you so called rap critics
who dissect and disrespect the flex of my verbal sex, say some sh!t? best protect ya neck
smash like eggs, mack like craig, and i don't get head, i bang a b!tch's face in bed
cuz i bring that rough sh!t 24/7 as if i was constantly constipated, always makin angry faces
and face it, i got more hate than racists, and the only basis is upon which to place it
is the birth decree to lace it viciously, view weak mc's like a disease, only wind up deceased
and it seems like on sohh versus, we got ho's puttin out verses, b!tches best at doing dishes
not handing out disses, handle dicks by the deuces, that's 1 in each hole in case you ain't guessed it
and i fukkin blessed it, the second i molested the white post box's empty spaces
with my thoughts and impulses manifested in carefully constructed destructive creative process
best take ya losses, i am the only one who's lost it, but still has got it, my enemies plotted
to have the truth distorted, but now their ashes i snorted, the news reported
but the tales of my death have been greatly exaggerated....please believe it, i expect you to hate it.

[Bigbeat]

y'all afraid to step up huh? :laugh: :laugh:

[somenerve]

Not at all i ain't about to diss what I read sounds like you put some time into it
Unfortunately those lyrics are the last thing you should count on for a deal close to a million let alone an 8 figure career, you paid attention lately
Stop spittin sh** mixed from a bunch of everyone else's tracks
I can sum this one up quick, this ego sh** everyone spits, cool for blogs but not to base a career on, better off going back to your drawing board

Maybe if you're lucky you'll get arrested for something and then a label will make you their puppy for a one album deal, ask yourself Big B what are you really sayin, what was I supposed to be afraid of, I'm comin off the top of the dome for this one, my advice is to turn the radio off then maybe you can spit somethin that ain't like everything else, or maybe it's time to just put the mic down
You dissed all members of this school, with these lyrics come on mang, step it up, before you become an unknown before even known in the game
Dog I don't hate it but this ain't enough to claim any thrown
Take it slow, maybe higher a ghost writer to help you out, why lose to ego when you ain't got ego to lose, carry own though kid you got potential

One,
S.Nerve

[PUNCHO]

Some Nerve= Garbage

[Ecliptik]

lol....somenerve just jumpin on every open battle thread...lmao

and poncho.....just leave.....please.....

[somenerve]

Poncho or Puncho, which ever you prefer
You ain't been nothing more than a punching bag to practice on
From what I been hearin you been offered many chances to bounce
Just leave this place with a bit of dignity left
Start searchin for a new career
Your last opinion of me 2 words just about as intricate as what you spit
Only garbage from Somenerve was from a can dumped over your head
I don't want to waste much time on this, here's some friendly advice
It's time to call it a night, time to go, retire even though nothing began
You tried so leave with that respect, don't be mad
No worries homie McDonald's is always hirin

[Bigbeat]

some nerve, you go some nerve going against the box cutter perp
you ain't heard? i swerve with a ghetto verve on those who trespass on my turf
you don't deserve the time it takes to type out this rhyme, but in a good state of mind, so i'll spit a few lines
and regonize your pitiful existence, even if it's for a few seconds, who you dissin?
did you not listen? you should've gone around askin, before you started blastin
cuz im the strong bashin, tongue lashin, muthafukkin equivalent of kenshin, with my samurai sword slicin
mc dicin', only suckin you gettin is from your dyson, ugly muthafukka with your head lice 'n' looks like mike tyson
you picked the wrong fight son, too late to concede, let's see where this leads
i stack chips, you can refer to me as mr. pringle, you ain't never had no puzzy, so they call you mr. single
and im down at La Casa Bigbeat, you down at the club, hopin to bump into a drunk freak, on the chance she brushes against your dikk
fukkin pathetic and you ain't even seein a fraction of the action im mackin, b!tches love my jawbreaker cuz it's everlastin
bring 10 guns to your doorstep, that's one gat for every finger you used to write this rap
get run over, this a mack truck, you dumb fukk, dont count on luck
you got stuck on your own ego, thinkin you could go against the pharoah of the hip-hop world
you never heard of again, your b!tch friends askin where you went, prayin that you in heaven
and im so impervious, show up in a bullet proof vest at your funeral service, with 2 mac 10's to make this a family reunion
BRAAAPPP

[somenerve]

Boo hoo hoo another dude cryin over some nerve’s opinion and attitude
See my name is it’s a motto it’s my slogon
I just go at whoever and what I feel is chosen so there’s no discrimination, all just freedom of speech, but with persuasion

I know all of you are welcome this party is an open invitation
You can say what you’re sayin, funny here comes another one
Some other one with a mach 10 and other weapons just flappin bout some nerve’s demise, come on dog no death coming my way, just a next man threatening, but S. still here
Another student sayin you’re creatin my funeral, let’s be real
These idle threats seem like lack of content, and display no skills
I can admit though some dissin you did…I giggled a bit
Take it easy man, no threats, I ain’t talk about your death yet
I’m just one lyrical kat, diggin myself and my raps, regardless of your opinion, I'm still comin, I ain’t givin in
Oh and for just a second we can touch on your accusations about my *****es, it’s cool pick up a copy of Maxim then you can see what type I’m hittin and why I got standards and won’t mess with what a dude like you may call a ten
It took you a minute to respond to this thread, guess you found a dictionary or bit someone else’s mix tape or may be you locked in the pen got limited internet access, can’t say I understand

Either Ither way it’s been fun we can do this all day
Somenerve got another one to step up their game, I’m hear to entertain, the line that was crazy was “2 mac 10’s to make this a family reunion” other than that personally I expected better little more show of talent
It’s cool always room for a second chance,
I’m sure others won’t be as disappointed as Some been by a post supposed to create my end...just the beginning, reason to keep spittin

[somenerve]

See yall soon I am sure

[ILL_FAM]

some nice **** hear man im up for battling if any of you catz are down for it :smoker:

get at me :king:

[Bigbeat]

this is the nail in the coffin, the bullet that got you blood coughin, leave any kids you got as fukkin orphans
the dirt you spit at me don't offend, but let's pretend for a second that wasn't the weakest defence against my 6th sense
only reason i see you, cuz you fukkin dead dude, you can't construct a proper sentence
it's a miracle you ever even get mentioned, i see through your fakeness like a chain link fence
i captured the moment like a camera lense, you get clapped cuz of your nonsense
it's cuz of cats like you that we got half our youth in a jail booth, cuz you said some dumb sh!t
wound up with your wig split, make a dude face a bid homey, i'll flip my lid, slit your eye lids
make a tight fist and land with the right, you don't deserve to live life b!tch
and i mark uncharted waters, make crack like the carter, die as a martyr, i get alot farther than you ever will partner
im a fire starter, a pyromaniac who brings heat to the whack, i have something you lack....balls, you a vagina in fukkin drag
im tres mack in the fukkin sack, put it in your ho's ass crack, so BIG, she said i felt all black, so i BEAT it till she felt me in her stomach
the origin of my name made public, my stance ain't static, yours is stuck on automatic
i can't believe im even wasting time on this, i win, it's official, you elmer fudd little, talk funny, can't withstand my scud missile
tape up your fingers, don't type no more, you talk like your whore after she swallowed more seeds than an apple core
better to concede, Bigbeat brings that retardedly ill stainless-steel-pull-back-and-peel-real-deal, king of the hill, you buried under that hill

[somenerve]

You can't be serious but if you are than there is a white padded room with your name on it cause you are literally delirious, I'm done
You need to go masturbate cause you the only one feeling your sh*t

[Bigbeat]

yo sohh, y'all rate this fight then. lets see some god damn comments :P

[Ecliptik]

ok...i can votes....but theres ALOT goin on....so your not gonna get much of an explaination....sorry....if i have to read all this crap...then your gonna have to take what you can get damnit!

round 1...somenerve..

round 2....bigbeat....

round 3....somenerve...

overall....somenerve

[Bigbeat]

you're kidding right? this guy is talking, not rapping. he's posting random ****. he doesnt even have a coherent rhyme structure. this dude needs some english classes first, before he can be a serious contender.

[Ecliptik]

you're kidding right? this guy is talking, not rapping. he's posting random ****. he doesnt even have a coherent rhyme structure. this dude needs some english classes first, before he can be a serious contender.

[stop] sore loser?? [/b!tching]

[somenerve]

Big B,
Style is what makes us different and the fact that you are upset over my style is ridiculous. It was you that asked for members to vote it is I that replies to threads for pure fun.
Listen man it's all about what makes us different man
Out here none of us are Jay-z or Em we do this for free
So I ain't gonna dumb my sh*t down for you or anyone
Don't mention that I need education in english when you can't rhyme without using the names of weapons
Notice not once have I touched on some guns or gang tongues
Simply cause my brain can reach deeper than a tech to create a rhyme set
So like I said a thread or two ago boo hoo hoo, I'll send you some tissues

[Bigbeat]

aight aight
i dont gotta have gun references to murder you
uncanny ability, craft lyrically something that's for really, the most deadly
hold hand steady, 1 2 3, you ain't ready,for the dream killin fiend, call me freddy
i have the depth to impress the deaf with text, even though they never heard this
your raps fulfilled their whack purpose, taken away in coffins in hearses, time for their funeral service
erase you from the memory of mankind, electrify my rhymes with a live line, blow like a land mine
you never seen the beast in me, from sicily in italy to van city in BC, i devour mc's quite easily
how you think i got so big? a steady diet of weak lyricists like you b!tch
and it's a clear goal in mind i got, you probably white, skinny, and dumb weak like an ipod
see what i rock, flava flav's clock, to show you and your boyyyyssss what time it is
and yes you need to learn some english before you construct a sentence, and try some bullsh!t premise
im the ultimate nemesis, cause paralysis, you a ford taurus, im that brand new lexus ls
and i dont believe in god, but i know im blessed, take water and turn it into wine, take thoughts and turn em into proper rhymes
and you're right, you ain't jay-z or Eminem, but unfortunately for you, im a combination of the two
proper swagger but a sharp tongue like a diamond dagger, hit hard like a baseball batter, make you stagger
now i know what you must be thinkin, tryin to start typin, make it easy on you, just keep lyin like you have been
plus, i found your statement about not dumbin down your content a lil ironic
can't dumb down some **** that already don't make sense and is stupid to begin with
you speakin gibberish, all i see when i read you is silliness, you can't be serious, going against me is bad for your business
bad for your kidneys, cuz what i spit is real acidic, real addictive, you cravin my raps like a fiend be needin that crack
it's flavour you lack, you seem so bland, you just another grain in a sea of sand, im the ****in pyramid that dominates the land
home of the king, you ain't ready for what Bigbeat bring