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| trgTyson vs. DrTorn; freestyle battle | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 25 2005, 02:10 AM (312 Views) | |
| tech | Dec 25 2005, 02:10 AM Post #1 |
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Leader of the Ruff Ryders
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2 spyts each no max bars no biting doc spyts first side bets need to be settled b4 the first spyt is made FIRST TO 5 VOTES WINS!! |
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| DrTorn | Dec 27 2005, 06:43 AM Post #2 |
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Co-Leader of the Ruff Ryders
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Yo...Yo...gotta bust it... Docta Torn....2005... Alright....feel the flow....feel the beat Feel my wrath now...feel the heat Tyson...hold on to your seat You might wanna plan your retreat Its been a while, so I might be dusty Betta...unsheath the almighty, trusty, Sword of Destruction, Lyrical metal I bet 'll try but he'll heat like a kettle God damn its been a while and I'm tryin' If I said I had a soft spot, I wouldn't be lyin' Fellow Nigga from the T Dots gotta Know that when it comes to rhymes, I gotta lotta But our friendship won't mean shit in this bind Not when the chedda and honour's on the line so its time for me to launch stike I guarantee bitch...you aint gonna like. The name is Tyson of the TEE ARE JEE! Unfortunately...it means SHIT to me! The fucks with the letters? Can't ya fuckin' speak? Report card says "DOUBLE F!" so the chance is bleak Double F...not Double R...the fuck you doin' here? Your stats are decent but your missions not clear Hey! I bet I know what you were trying to say! "I'm TIRED of the RYDERS thinkin' I'm GAY!" Don't be alarmed nigga...secret's safe. Just don't try it with me, cuz this ass is straight! Though I'm sure you'd get along great with Pope. Only problem is ya wouldn't know WHOS GONNA DROP THE SOAP! But enough of that shit, its gettin' dumb Besides, wouldn't want you to stop to cum. You're immature. I seen your flows and I'm here to abolish Cuz you don't know proper lyrics from shoe polish You're fakin'...If you were back in TO you wouldn't know what ta do! Cuz the last time you were here was in '92! Things have changed, nigga. You couldn't handle it. We're blazin' with FIRE nigga, and you'd have to candle it. When you were here? It was bloods and crips And the crazy assholes on the acid trips Well guess what, nigga? EVERYONES PACKIN' Mouth off? BLAM! So don't be slackin' I'd pay to see you here. if I could You wouldn't last a day in my fuckin' hood. Ya pussy! Ya run away from yer roots! So stay the fuck out! Or you'll be wearing cement boots! So take your punk fuckin'...white saburban bitch ass Learn about the REAL TO...sit in my class The Doc is about to turn in a Prof! So sit down! And don't fuckin' piss me off! See, you've been gone an awefuly long while This shit is NOTHING like your Goddamned 8 Mile We all got problems. We don't got no trailors. We got tons of crack heads and tons of gaywhores. S'matta o fact? That sounds a lil like your sister! Smack that bitch with my dick. My cum hasn't missed her! Shes gone now. When you left she went. Hey! At least every week I save fiddy cent! Its lookin' a bit like you chokin' on that bowl Thats not your US weed...it'd be fuckin' mind control Straight outta context...no more of your rednecks Shinanigans. Stop rappin'. You won't see a one check This fuckin' blunt? Its so wonderfully rolled. So wonderfully grown. Its BC Gold. Too strong for you! Our weed is like our beer! One gulp of that and ya can't see clear! If I hold up a Molson, I know you'd miss this You're too used to drinkin' your lukewarm rat piss These rhymes I know are getting all up in your face You can't be Canadian. You're too big a disgrace. Our flag is the one with the big leaf of hemp. Your citizenship is just like your pride. A TEMP! If you're lookin' for trouble, its on the hunt. It'll take my Uzi and shove it up your cunt. You aint got shit on me. Are you stupid or retarded? "Doc! I just rapped!" No wait, I just farted. You're a bug, Tyson. And I'm the pesticide. Battlin' me is your suicide. But ya CAN'T DO THAT RIGHT! Customs has your gun! So I'm turnin' this suicide into Murder One. I'mma kick your ass around the block. I sit at Tech's right hand, you hang off his cock. I hear ya chokin'! "Tech! You gonna cum? I don't want it in my mouth! Put it in my bum!" You're his lil bitch. Whats that make you to me? You're too low to be anything. Unsatisfactory. I owe you one, so I won't beat you too hard. Insurance ran out. You can charge the hospital fees to Master Card If you didn't kill your balance on lovely other things. Like farrots lube and Pope's cock ring But here. I'll help your cause. Here's a buck. Don't think I care. I don't give a fuck. I just wanna take away the hospital time. So you can get your bitchass out on the next organized crime. Unfortunately, its not in Ryders Constitution To let your OC contribution be your anal prostitution So in conclusion, I don't wanna see you in my city. Seein' niggas die would just add to your insanity So stay out! Or your ass will be prompty capped! But send back your sister. Hers will be promptly tapped! Don't just stand there with your mouth dropped gawkin' As I stand here with my Duals a cockin' and lockin' as I point 'em at your lil trg head should be trgTARGET cuz you'll soon be dead Looks like you're feelings are awefully sore. Pick up this fuckin' mic! Cuz I'm rarin' for more! *tosses the mic to Tyson* |
![]() ![]() When I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn, rejoice Everytime you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing, so baby don't feel no pain Just smile back... Ryders for life, mother fucker...always. | |
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| trgTyson | Dec 27 2005, 06:58 PM Post #3 |
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Sergeant
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All I gotta say is the Doc be playin Speaking about homosexuality Cumin to his closet fascinations That aint me as you should see For I let you know I'm the 6 - 3 "ring"ring"ring" Damn dawg thats your girl on the tele-ring She wants me cuz I'm built proportionaly Shit even done her in ur room had her moaning Get up and pay her in the mornin Now I be in your face and tell ya something Say your a Doc but cant even break bread In reality you have to pay for hoodrat head Your medicine weak like infant dymatap What most call flour you call crack Watch as I pull some buckleys outta my hat It leave ya with bitter taste but its a fact Make ya like Orlando Anderson in that lobby scrap. You talk about T.O like its on your back Take ya to Jane and Finch see what my boys say about that You from a rich suburb not the "hood" I bet Talken like your hard but aint you a sea-cadet? Why ya spit the word "N" like you is black We are both white and I aint the redneck Dont gotta act tough, no I aint like he Now in a small town called Napanee Even shared a room with a bitch named Avril Lavigne Your words were sick but obviously aint about me. Now this is all for giggles and shit Every day I got your back along with the whole Ryder click You have my compliments your words were sick This a game of tag and now your it The phone is ringin so I gotta go Damn its my bitch your mom says "Hello" *click* your up Doc |
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| DrTorn | Dec 27 2005, 09:28 PM Post #4 |
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Co-Leader of the Ruff Ryders
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Look at this nigga, talkin' like he knows me. Talkin' bout my girl when its his mom that blows me. Was a cadet. Trainin' makes me fast like a cat on a mouse Serves me well. Jane and Finch is 5 minutes from my house! Rich suburb. The fuck you talkin' about? From my house I can hear niggas shout. Cut 'em up, let 'em bleed till their nervous system sees drought Fuck their bitches. Leave 'em there. See their pretty faces pout. You don't know shit all about me and my life. I may not live in a shelter but I've seen my share of strife. In MY hood, niggas get gunned down like bitches Then they're mugged right down to their britches. Tossed in ditches. Never thought of again "Who? What? Where? How? Really? When? Whatever happened to that crazy nigga?" He FUCKED WITH ME! Thats what! And I pulled the trigga. I'll admit. Your flow has got some class One might even say that its harass MENT! Although I read it and pitched a tent Theres no fuckin' way you'll see me repent. Yeah T-Dots with me like a bitch to Menthol Thats cuz I live in fuckin' TORONTO CENTRAL You like to spin your rhymes to whoevers gottan ear At least I've spent that last NINETEEN YEARS HERE! Jane and Finch. HA! Areas where the bullet spews. But you only know it CUZ ITS IN THE NEWS! Fiddy two murders. Another 6 tomorrow. How come you don't say shit about Scarbourough? How about Lakeshore? Lovely Mimico? Where every bitch over the age of 6 is a hoe? And many a nigga move in by they never do last Crack JD and weed. Such a balanced breakfast. Where 90% of peoples a crip or blood If you aint that, you're name is mud. You left TO to find fame and riches. I do hope that you're granted your wishes. Regardless of my spyt, got nothin but respect But when it comes to choppin' I go direct Your moving from TO shows your inability To last more than 3 lines when you try to battle me Your insults flyin' like you're tryin to rattle me. Bounces off me like your bitches titties when she straddles me Yeah I was a cadet, but nothing was doper. "COCKED! LOCKED! AND READY TO ROCK, SIR!" Not what you think! That meaning is only one When I got my first training on a real live gun Unlike the cap gun that you bust out for fun I bust out my C71A and the fight is done And when the smoke clears, you'll see I've clearly won And respect and chedda will come to me by the ton Your rhymes would be better if you could concentrate Rather than mayonaising your cock to masterbate So shoot it straight. You know I'm only jokin' You BEST be jokin' bitch! Or you'll be the next one I'm chokin'! Look at him trying to copy me with big word I've been more afraid of God damned Big Bird So drop the pen. Don't argue, Sven, just take a seat You're used to warm weather, but not the heat. You dare insult the Doc's degrees? My needles will fuck you like killer bees Ever since the first words came out, I had you Now I'll CAB you. STAB you. and SLAB you. You'll have the mobility of Star Trek's borg Won't be in my OR. You'll be in the morgue I got the prescription here that'll shut you the fuck up. You can sit down and heal while I ruck up And soldier on. I pawned your gat to pay tribuneral. I pimped your bitch out to pay for your funeral Niggas come from everywhere. Don't make a sound. They just wanna make sure you're in the ground. I light a cig and toss the match on your box Sippin' on JD on the rocks But ho! It looks like opportunity knocks! I've got your EX BITCH down to just her socks! Now Tyson, don't be payin Attention to the words that I'm sayin Although my tongue is hot like Cayin You know that I'm only playin This battle will go down in history As bringin lots of misery Its goin' like I envisioned it be I should start up my ministry Cuz I'm dishin' it out like niggas can only hope and dream Cuz I'm droppin it like I think it seems This sparklin' battle trophey, for me it gleams This is the face of the winner. The girls face beams But this won't rip us apart at the seam Tyson's my bro. Always on the same team I just spyt what I've been through in a word or two because hey! Niggas gotta do what he's gotta do Tyson, you better believe I have every faith in you To pull this match outta your ass like you usually do I couldn't give a fuck, win lose or draw. I know it'll never turn to a brawl We'll just be drinkin' thinkin' of what words we saw. While Popes tryin' to figure out his girlfriends bra Whether to play with them titties or wear it himself He's so far in the closet he can fit on the shelf! The audacity of that mother fucker talkin No capacity in him to Ryde, thats why he's walkin His total worth couldn't buy soul food But I'm done talkin' bout him. Don't wanna kill the mood Fuck it, bitches. You go ahead and vote I'mma smoke this fatty I tote Wolfin' it down with Tech my man! TRG! SPYT THIS SHIT! Get back here fast as you can! *hands Tyson the mic* |
![]() ![]() When I'm gone, just carry on, don't mourn, rejoice Everytime you hear the sound of my voice Just know that I'm lookin' down on you smiling And I didn't feel a thing, so baby don't feel no pain Just smile back... Ryders for life, mother fucker...always. | |
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| trgTyson | Dec 27 2005, 11:54 PM Post #5 |
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Sergeant
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These be spyts but I gotta say damn Doc be shootin words like he has a plan but I gotta stand up mic in my hand mic like a gun an M95 to be exact your words are armor my bullets piercin that aint got a gat but a sharpshooter in fact put em together like a puzzle my words are intact Aint from around Jane and Finch how ya fig-ga? Seen plenty of that dust make a kickup Sure it may be the medias heaven, been there done that seen some 5-7's same street seen my shoes, now thats the truest My shots at your girl aint my lowest I can stoop lower don't make me prove this May be new but attempts are the realist This spyt be short for the factor of time but the words will ya wrap up into a Bind,, didn't know the sea cadets let ya play with flareguns sure you can shoot but with no ammo can ya run? just sit in your crib and smoke a blunt while I in the gym so I can get it done From 155 to 220 in just 14 months Someone mess with me their grill fucked up no hope Can take care of myself at 3a.m in Etobicoke Drunk as shit from my rum and coke Almost half time, let my words in to soak. *pause* This man be acting like a fool makin accusations, you a tool? You will get booed like 106&Park and Ja-Rule Prolly him and Pope pushed in each others stool ... Bet ya thought I meant a seat? Lyrics comin back at ya hotter than the heat Hotter than every heat bangin on the street Maybe make your heart just skip a beat? Left for specific reasons from the T Dot Away for a couple seasons but its all my big PLOT, away from where friends riskin gettin shot while I build the skill to make my career rocket. dont think for a moment I made a run and said "fuckit" no aint a shun I miss that damn place While away TC is my face its all about fun and being in #1 place I be the lead-actor and it is my stage Stats simila to a punch-bag Makin the dough quicker than a pimp rents his rag Now this be near the end where we battle Tech to see who gags Many ya'all read this battle and be speechless Just follow our flows like we your teachers Words aimed back at Doc higher than his reach is oh call the preachers vote for who ya want like fans in the bleachers jump to the poll the moment ya feel us! ------------- Good spyts Doc, impressive skill My flow was weaker the 2nd time around I feel, but meh! |
![]() ...... ......We are one It is sensless, for you to prevent this/ The 40, cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis | |
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| trgTyson | Dec 29 2005, 03:31 AM Post #6 |
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hell, even I voted for Doc
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![]() ...... ......We are one It is sensless, for you to prevent this/ The 40, cal'll put you up under some photosynthesis | |
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| tech | Dec 29 2005, 10:27 PM Post #7 |
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Leader of the Ruff Ryders
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Well thats a rap DrTorn = 5 votes trgTyson = 1 vote Winner is Dr.Torn. Topic Closed. |
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