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Who do you think won the battle?
Dr.Torn 5 (83.3%)
trgTyson 1 (16.7%)
Total Votes: 6
trgTyson vs. DrTorn; freestyle battle
Topic Started: Dec 25 2005, 02:10 AM (312 Views)
tech
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Leader of the Ruff Ryders
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
Co-Leader of the Ruff Ryders
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*
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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
Sergeant
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
Co-Leader of the Ruff Ryders
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*
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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
Sergeant
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!





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Good spyts Doc, impressive skill :)

My flow was weaker the 2nd time around I feel, but meh!
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trgTyson
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hell, even I voted for Doc :P
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tech
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Leader of the Ruff Ryders
Well thats a rap

DrTorn = 5 votes
trgTyson = 1 vote

Winner is Dr.Torn.

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