The Golden Child
09-18-2006, 10:55 AM
QD's lines are in bold also if it is in the wreong section move back to music ..
just thought it would get more votes in here ..
1st person to get to 10 votes wins the battle ..
also there is no voting for yourself either ..
It's been awhile... since I've been in a battle
I wasn't gonna come, but I figger he might tattle
I came anyway..fighting off my defiance
Careful what you say lest you wake up a sleeping giant
You wanna go a round..wanna make me flex again
Only thing you'll mow over is my lawn like you a fuckin Mexican
Ready, set, go everyone it's time for lyrical sex again
Last time around I had y'all all in spasms
Hit you back to back with verbal orgasms
You already know you've lost, I've got you scared to start
Young punk with no heart
And no balls
Opening your mouth but only flapping your jaws
Now pause
And silence as I come front and center
You're a sinner turned repenter
Next time, fool, bow down when I enter
My lyrics hit hard leave you toothless, cuz I'm too sick
The outcome is you gotta use a broomstick as a toothpick
I'm the King of this board, the freestyle crown's in my hand
Come at me with Peter Pan punches knowing they'll Never Land
I'll knock you down with lyrical rounds you won't even feel it
Flushing the toilet's the only time you'll ever kill shit
You're not real, you're a muthafuccin faker, you see
I'm out, mutherfuccer..see you...later, QD.
when i battle i 'stretch' 'eyes' like elastic bands
so when i finish murderin this clown you 'see' that im the man
cuz i slowly pull back and pop on this wanna be jigga
u think ya mets and wordplay will murk me, please nigga
time to put this homo in his place, lemonparty.org
realizing PBS is educational when you see my bars
no 'takebacks' on this one, cuz i dnt play w/ 'balls'
ill play w/ stacks...you can see it through the screen
you only got respect b4 i ripped your spleen
watch how i 'flip' the script and tell you 'game over'
you shoulda never replied cuz now its like i hit u w/ a rover
everybody else saw it comin and they you 'dodge quick'
..flat line too late now you in the grave like mosh pit
Is this how you come at me when you start it
This stinks, I thought I ripped shit, but it was you that just farted
Stacks? Check that, here's the facts, you know what?
Only time you seen crack was watchin a plumber's butt
Imma murder you, fiend,
Only time you move weight is when a turd's in ya jeans
On a construction site is the only time you working a beam
Sayin you got skills? It's my leg you're jerking it seems
Dumb bastard, couldn't hold weight on an ab-master
My punchlines leave you in wonderland like they was the Mad Hatter
The buzzer's sounded it's time to knock the haters
Cuz, bitch, you got more periods and pads than hockey players
You can bring a whole army, fuck who you roll with
I always come out on top cuz you know I control shit
And everyone on IA? Yea they already know this
wow how rude, he shows no respect
to the same 'crack' nigga thats signs him his 'check'
another 'brokeback' catastrophe you you played out to be
ima continue to 'x' your e-xistence u keep playin w/ me
watch how this 'Cold Venerial Conoction Connects' straight to ya
and play w/ ya 'CVCC' like its a power wheel like when u was younger
now you a grown *** man gettin ya tail whipped
lyrically u thought u was 'tha boss' but u just got 'slim thug'd'
cuz now you a known rhym biter by taken my concept
go back to the drawing board and try to use ya left
or tell ya ghostwriter his style is gettin weak
he should stick to commercials on tv where he wnt have to worry bout gettin bleep'd
You like this, think this is some sick shit?
I'll make you my groupie as if you was a thick chick
Imma lyrical Escobar, as I stand up and flip bricks
Pay attention, young homie and don't give me no lip, trick
Rhymes always piling in my head and I have no outlet
Thank goodness for you not knowin what I'm about yet
Or you never would've goddamn thought to step up to me
Cuz everytime you post you get my rep up you see
Climbin Stone Mountain is the only way you get rocked up
Like a hood rat you gonna get knocked up
Straight like a jailer, shit I got this shit locked up
Your mouth's like my gun straight muthafuckin cocked up
Fag, don't ever talk with your purty mouth full, bitch
Tryin to hit me up with that Dirty South bull shit
Doin that will get your fuckin number pull'd quick
As if this was the lottery and I'm the number 1 you'll pick
I'm the Crew, coming through World Class Wreckin
This battle, me and you, I come in first AND second
Like a fool I see you come at me beggin
For some rhymes to use, so sit down and take lessons
still bitin thats cool and ya i stick w/ my dirty south 'roots'
ima plant u like a 'tree' on them 'timberland boots'
and it dnt make no sense how 'quick' im e-murderin u
think im 'twista' and 'kanye west' at how 'fast' i put up this 'classical'
i wish i would try harder but i see no competition
therefore you aint in my category so u not missin
all raw talent i wnt allow myself to get polished up
you the resultant of too much fake hip hop fag, u betta re up
or get a 7up cuz that the only pop uve dealt w/
gettin a ol skool honda is the only way u get grimy w/ it
Bitin, homie, sucker I ain't bit shit
I make this up in my head, lickety split, bitch
Only thing being planted is the crown on my mantle
If it's somethin you can't handle
I'll tear it down like a vandal
This ain't no freestyle scandal
No cover-ups, no reason to moan, g
Thou just got served and I yes I just owned thee
Lonely?
I know I am cuz I'm by myself at the top
I own this spot
No one else to share the cream of the crop
I came through here and caused your dreaming to stop
I see there's no one behind you to say they next
They see me running verses in ya like daily prison sex
When you challenged me I had to stop and think
But didn't take long to know you the weakest link
You can't even get a hood hoe to blow you
You're the type of a guy even a hooker would say no to
My lyrics, like the Nile, just straight up flow through
You only keep trying just to see if you can spite me
And as you stand there in awe, I walk out politely.
This is my last entry in this lyrical assault,
And I cracked you open like a lock on a vault
Since you started this, I can say with a grain of salt
Oooooooohhh...it ain't my fault.
if it aint from me, its from 8 mile homie
eminem 'lickety split' i heard before, and you the only
fag to try to use against me in this freestyle s***
tryna call me out like i need time to write this, im lit
im forever on fire, no need to ignite
i stay hot, while you like to 'stay on top' am i right
real homo here.. talkin bout prison sex
thats why no ones behind me, this aint gay 'MTV's "next"
so get ya facts str8, it is your fault
you the only jacka**' thats not in the 'top 10' that says 'ok go'
you only 'gridiron' product while i push 'rock'
i'd show you my 'exhibit' but 'juniors' mouth would pop
willing to change with the times, and not be yourself
you lost my respect, w/ that verse u dealt
im tired of battlin, its time to go lodge
while i let my e-crew go e-murder a quickdodge
just thought it would get more votes in here ..
1st person to get to 10 votes wins the battle ..
also there is no voting for yourself either ..
It's been awhile... since I've been in a battle
I wasn't gonna come, but I figger he might tattle
I came anyway..fighting off my defiance
Careful what you say lest you wake up a sleeping giant
You wanna go a round..wanna make me flex again
Only thing you'll mow over is my lawn like you a fuckin Mexican
Ready, set, go everyone it's time for lyrical sex again
Last time around I had y'all all in spasms
Hit you back to back with verbal orgasms
You already know you've lost, I've got you scared to start
Young punk with no heart
And no balls
Opening your mouth but only flapping your jaws
Now pause
And silence as I come front and center
You're a sinner turned repenter
Next time, fool, bow down when I enter
My lyrics hit hard leave you toothless, cuz I'm too sick
The outcome is you gotta use a broomstick as a toothpick
I'm the King of this board, the freestyle crown's in my hand
Come at me with Peter Pan punches knowing they'll Never Land
I'll knock you down with lyrical rounds you won't even feel it
Flushing the toilet's the only time you'll ever kill shit
You're not real, you're a muthafuccin faker, you see
I'm out, mutherfuccer..see you...later, QD.
when i battle i 'stretch' 'eyes' like elastic bands
so when i finish murderin this clown you 'see' that im the man
cuz i slowly pull back and pop on this wanna be jigga
u think ya mets and wordplay will murk me, please nigga
time to put this homo in his place, lemonparty.org
realizing PBS is educational when you see my bars
no 'takebacks' on this one, cuz i dnt play w/ 'balls'
ill play w/ stacks...you can see it through the screen
you only got respect b4 i ripped your spleen
watch how i 'flip' the script and tell you 'game over'
you shoulda never replied cuz now its like i hit u w/ a rover
everybody else saw it comin and they you 'dodge quick'
..flat line too late now you in the grave like mosh pit
Is this how you come at me when you start it
This stinks, I thought I ripped shit, but it was you that just farted
Stacks? Check that, here's the facts, you know what?
Only time you seen crack was watchin a plumber's butt
Imma murder you, fiend,
Only time you move weight is when a turd's in ya jeans
On a construction site is the only time you working a beam
Sayin you got skills? It's my leg you're jerking it seems
Dumb bastard, couldn't hold weight on an ab-master
My punchlines leave you in wonderland like they was the Mad Hatter
The buzzer's sounded it's time to knock the haters
Cuz, bitch, you got more periods and pads than hockey players
You can bring a whole army, fuck who you roll with
I always come out on top cuz you know I control shit
And everyone on IA? Yea they already know this
wow how rude, he shows no respect
to the same 'crack' nigga thats signs him his 'check'
another 'brokeback' catastrophe you you played out to be
ima continue to 'x' your e-xistence u keep playin w/ me
watch how this 'Cold Venerial Conoction Connects' straight to ya
and play w/ ya 'CVCC' like its a power wheel like when u was younger
now you a grown *** man gettin ya tail whipped
lyrically u thought u was 'tha boss' but u just got 'slim thug'd'
cuz now you a known rhym biter by taken my concept
go back to the drawing board and try to use ya left
or tell ya ghostwriter his style is gettin weak
he should stick to commercials on tv where he wnt have to worry bout gettin bleep'd
You like this, think this is some sick shit?
I'll make you my groupie as if you was a thick chick
Imma lyrical Escobar, as I stand up and flip bricks
Pay attention, young homie and don't give me no lip, trick
Rhymes always piling in my head and I have no outlet
Thank goodness for you not knowin what I'm about yet
Or you never would've goddamn thought to step up to me
Cuz everytime you post you get my rep up you see
Climbin Stone Mountain is the only way you get rocked up
Like a hood rat you gonna get knocked up
Straight like a jailer, shit I got this shit locked up
Your mouth's like my gun straight muthafuckin cocked up
Fag, don't ever talk with your purty mouth full, bitch
Tryin to hit me up with that Dirty South bull shit
Doin that will get your fuckin number pull'd quick
As if this was the lottery and I'm the number 1 you'll pick
I'm the Crew, coming through World Class Wreckin
This battle, me and you, I come in first AND second
Like a fool I see you come at me beggin
For some rhymes to use, so sit down and take lessons
still bitin thats cool and ya i stick w/ my dirty south 'roots'
ima plant u like a 'tree' on them 'timberland boots'
and it dnt make no sense how 'quick' im e-murderin u
think im 'twista' and 'kanye west' at how 'fast' i put up this 'classical'
i wish i would try harder but i see no competition
therefore you aint in my category so u not missin
all raw talent i wnt allow myself to get polished up
you the resultant of too much fake hip hop fag, u betta re up
or get a 7up cuz that the only pop uve dealt w/
gettin a ol skool honda is the only way u get grimy w/ it
Bitin, homie, sucker I ain't bit shit
I make this up in my head, lickety split, bitch
Only thing being planted is the crown on my mantle
If it's somethin you can't handle
I'll tear it down like a vandal
This ain't no freestyle scandal
No cover-ups, no reason to moan, g
Thou just got served and I yes I just owned thee
Lonely?
I know I am cuz I'm by myself at the top
I own this spot
No one else to share the cream of the crop
I came through here and caused your dreaming to stop
I see there's no one behind you to say they next
They see me running verses in ya like daily prison sex
When you challenged me I had to stop and think
But didn't take long to know you the weakest link
You can't even get a hood hoe to blow you
You're the type of a guy even a hooker would say no to
My lyrics, like the Nile, just straight up flow through
You only keep trying just to see if you can spite me
And as you stand there in awe, I walk out politely.
This is my last entry in this lyrical assault,
And I cracked you open like a lock on a vault
Since you started this, I can say with a grain of salt
Oooooooohhh...it ain't my fault.
if it aint from me, its from 8 mile homie
eminem 'lickety split' i heard before, and you the only
fag to try to use against me in this freestyle s***
tryna call me out like i need time to write this, im lit
im forever on fire, no need to ignite
i stay hot, while you like to 'stay on top' am i right
real homo here.. talkin bout prison sex
thats why no ones behind me, this aint gay 'MTV's "next"
so get ya facts str8, it is your fault
you the only jacka**' thats not in the 'top 10' that says 'ok go'
you only 'gridiron' product while i push 'rock'
i'd show you my 'exhibit' but 'juniors' mouth would pop
willing to change with the times, and not be yourself
you lost my respect, w/ that verse u dealt
im tired of battlin, its time to go lodge
while i let my e-crew go e-murder a quickdodge