[MALAYAA]

Originally Posted by tic tac

the last time i checked malaya you had no skills on the rap ****.stop yapping too much(likeu alwasy do) and spit what you got.i wount even lay a verse for you . and yes its a dare,, spit niggaaa.

KEEP KNOCKIN' THE DEVILZ DOOR AND SOONER OR LATER, SOMEBODY GONNA ANSWER IT !!

[tic tac]

reggae4life this aint reggea for real
this real sh.it ma nigga bomba clat ma as.s keep it real
i spit 16 fast like bullets till
this fake ass niggas lay low,i dont kill
the best bessix could do was call me a nigga
like 99 times thought it was 99 problems from ma man jigga
then came malayaa cant spit but has a big mouth smells like sh.it
3 fake as.s niggas i fuc.k with yoll, yoll just good for nothing pus.sy
i rule this shi.t if you doubt it you can suck ma di.ck bit.ch

[MALAYAA]

Originally Posted by tic tac

reggae4life this aint reggea for real
this real sh.it ma nigga bomba clat ma as.s keep it real
i spit 16 fast like bullets till
this fake ass niggas lay low,i dont kill
the best bessix could do was call me a nigga
like 99 times thought it was 99 problems from ma man jigga
then came malayaa cant spit but has a big mouth smells like sh.it
3 fake as.s niggas i fuc.k with yoll, yoll just good for nothing pus.sy
i rule this shi.t if you doubt it you can suck ma di.ck bit.ch

GARBAGE !! NUFF SAID !!

[ReGGaE4LiFe]

Originally Posted by tic tac

reggae4life this aint reggea for real
this real sh.it ma nigga bomba clat ma as.s keep it real
i spit 16 fast like bullets till
this fake ass niggas lay low,i dont kill
the best bessix could do was call me a nigga
like 99 times thought it was 99 problems from ma man jigga
then came malayaa cant spit but has a big mouth smells like sh.it
3 fake as.s niggas i fuc.k with yoll, yoll just good for nothing pus.sy
i rule this shi.t if you doubt it you can suck ma di.ck bit.ch

I hate your style, when I see you I wanna earl
I should do somethin real foul, like get at your girl
Make your heart throb, take a hooptie and smash your parked car
Run up in your favorite night club, get you barred (Fuc k outta here!!)
Why you like to hate stars? Why you talkin in riddles?
Me losin is the only way to get you to giggle
You pitiful mother****er, you gon' stay in the gutter
I can see you at 33 and still be livin with your mother
I'm sick of you clowns runnin around, hatin on Rippers
You see me in the street, act like your mouth got a zipper
Aiyyo don't say a word faggot cuz it's already proven
Keep it movin, you ain't ****IN up this new **** I'm doin
I'm tryin to keep a space between me and you, like gapped teeth
To avoid catchin cases for lettin the gat speak
I ain't never got a problem to meet on a backstreet
In a black hoodie, new mac-milli, now act silly
You can hate me forever, I'ma always be makin moves
Don't be mad cuz I'm a leader, a Ripper that breaks rules
It's a shame what hate's makin individuals do
Don't forget the bottom line is that I hate you too

[ReGGaE4LiFe]

The scourge of the words, I attack the earth with
I bet you submerge dry and emerge wet, what you think?
Confuse my shrink with english, the publication refuses to print
What kind of world are we living inn? I think it stinks
Whatever life you live, it's a quick-sited quiz
If you percieve something to be real maybe it is
Force your kids to listen to Dead Prez, before they go to bed
Send them to school, put them in special Ed
Reinforce their paranoia of the feds
Make sure they grow dreads and they live on the edge
The philosiphy of the hard-knocks, pan-psychics sit on the block
And attempt to talk to rocks
In the projects where they harvest the human crop
Organic robots that bleed when they get shot
If you can survive or thrive in the Jamacan ghetto
You deserve a Congressional medal
My heart goes out to all the young bloods
The heart has reasons the mind knows not of
From the first to the twelfth month
I keep a twelfth pump in the trunk, for the day when Hell comes
Was invincible on the mic when I held one
My motto was to blaze all and spare none
I came, I saw, I conquered, now they're just an empty void

[bessix]

My flow so raw, I thought about bringin it up,
Every word like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
But with the burner I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
I'll jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup,
I be tryna chill but I'll still blast at ya ass,
I got alota gats,
You Know I'm Not a rat,
So what You gotta gat,
You ain't got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
You just think You hard cause the pills ,dutchie and the cheap Alcohol,
But dawg you ain't hard as you say you is,
tic tac n reggae4sh!t You needa tell your cats how soft and gay you is,
ya'll jus actin up.denzel washing'ass is what you two is
I don't pitch nicks, I spit rhymes
n i disrespect ya'll like yo bi.tches
let their tounges play with my balls
then send 'em to kiss yo mouths.
stupid.tell me how my di.k tastes tic tac
coz my unborns are still dizzled in yo' bi.tch's throat.

[ReGGaE4LiFe]

Originally Posted by bessix

My flow so raw, I thought about bringin it up,
Every word like a Bird, I'm jus addin it up,
But with the burner I'll Burn ya like bag in the dutch,
I'll jus, blast at ya gut, Light ya Abdomen up, Yup,
I be tryna chill but I'll still blast at ya ass,
I got alota gats,
You Know I'm Not a rat,
So what You gotta gat,
You ain't got the balls, You soft like cotton balls,
You just think You hard cause the pills ,dutchie and the cheap Alcohol,
But dawg you ain't hard as you say you is,
tic tac n reggae4sh!t You needa tell your cats how soft and gay you is,
ya'll jus actin up.denzel washing'ass is what you two is
I don't pitch nicks, I spit rhymes
n i disrespect ya'll like yo bi.tches
let their tounges play with my balls
then send 'em to kiss yo mouths.
stupid.tell me how my di.k tastes tic tac
coz my unborns are still dizzled in yo' bi.tch's throat.

A'ight then, listen to mine
I jump in a costume impromptu just to rob you
Put the nozzle to your eye ball and tell you what not to do
Rip your tonsils out through your nostrils
Bury you next to shark fossils
Make it impossible to find you
Depths that Jacque Cousteau himself wouldn't dare to dive to
With goggles, oxygen bottles and Doppler effect modules
Lock you in a time capsule, smash the console
**** on you in reverse and suck you in a brown hole
Suck the power out of your soul
You're nothing but a coward in the cold freezer with a hour to go
Watching my Casio stop watch, counting it slow
Like drug lords checking to see if it's talcum or coke
I can kill you by drowning the globe
Or I can just spit inside of a hole and put an ounce in your throat
In battles I'm a thousand to no. I silenced the Pope
Do you know how many rhymes I've economically grossed?
No? I thought so
Neither do I
Its a **** between your mother's thighs divided by pi
I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit, in the business
And probably in existence. What's your consensus?
Study my own syntax statistics since '96
With CPA certified assistance
I made a decision that my standards are above precision
The only thing I can honestly say I love more than women
Are dope writtens. If it ain't dope then don't spit it
Don't be sensitive and get on the defensive
Just practice your penmanship
If you can't spit at high temperatures then just quit
Be careful of the tongue it tends to bend to the left
According to manufacture's specs you'll make a mess
And rupture the blood vessels in your neck ****ing with Rip
Got millions of blueprints on zip disk
Stock versions of sick verses that come with conversion kits
With a course every Thursday that teaches you how to burst like Rip
You never experienced work like this, *****!
Welcome to the serpentine world where I spit
The world where I twist, the world that I rip, the world where I live

[bessix]

listen up little niccah
stop rollin yo mouth up like you ain't got no better isht to do
yo bars are so long fool.i'm already snoring on you son
you needa stop dancing around the point like you duin the tangle
watching you at an angle
this is not an album cut,its a sample
only got one word for you son,yo so SIMPLE
tell me.since when has it become fashionable to buzz long silly lines
are those what you call rhymes
im the jury,you are already endiced
one edged knife.i slice you
double edged knife.i stub you
donno why im wastin some breath to diss you
you only need a used tissue!

[ReGGaE4LiFe]

Originally Posted by bessix

listen up little niccah
stop rollin yo mouth up like you ain't got no better isht to do
yo bars are so long fool.i'm already snoring on you son
you needa stop dancing around the point like you duin the tangle
watching you at an angle
this is not an album cut,its a sample
only got one word for you son,yo so SIMPLE
tell me.since when has it become fashionable to buzz long silly lines
are those what you call rhymes
im the jury,you are already endiced
one edged knife.i slice you
double edged knife.i stub you
donno why im wastin some breath to diss you
you only need a used tissue!

Be ready and at ya best
The celebrity match of death
Heart snatched through your chest, cardiac arrest
Crack your neck while I break your arms, catch your breath
Then I asked the ref, "how many cats is left?"
One on one, who challenging? Come get did
All I have is a pen and punish you kids
Abdomen punctured and look what I done to his wig
Wanna live then I stab 'em in the lung with his rib
Every word I say detach a vertebrae from your spine
Rematch wherever we meet at, any place anytime
Get your snot-box smashed with a 9
Smacked with a rhyme, push your forehead to the back of your mind
Try to explain what it's like seeing your brain
Your insane, soon to be ID'ed as remains
Then I reincarnate 'em and kill 'em again
Again and again, again and again

[ReGGaE4LiFe]

Forty caliber, seventeen through your character
Waterworld's world, underwater, Sub Mariner
Derringer, twenty-two one in the challenger
Seven, four-eight, 23rd on the calender
My word verses, burst raps you rap nervous
It's worthless, you get smashed up, on the surface
Projectile, my forty-four style, blood on silver
The red ripper, fill up the resevoir nigga
Armageddeon, you smack dead on, a world crisis
The nicest, for sixteen bars, of preciseness
You got a gat nigga, use it, go 'head pull it
Scientists got raw footage of me dodgin bullets
I walk the streets with heat, three biscuits
Outnumberin niggaz twin glocks with triplets
When I spit **** I lace it, you get punched in face with
puncutations of five-knuckle phrases
I assure you the vocalist standin before you
will destroy you with temperatures hot enough to flamebroil you
My tongue moves much faster than yours do
That's why every Killuminati I battle somebody for you
I'm warnin you, me versus you, I hurt you
My balance enables me to squaredance in a circle
Your head'll spin so fast you'll catch whiplash
I practice lyrical witchcraft on your ***** ass
Go back to the roots and reprogram your wack ass, nigga