camron vs black thought

[the rhyme king]

They all comical, Killa Killa phenomenal
Honored the honesty mommy illage villa I promise you
I come once a year, I'm like the carnival
They all talk about me, call him Donahue
It's the don in you, nope it's the Kris in me
The '06 Ricky D, less glitter b
Yes Sicily ricery, don't mean shyt to me
Get with me physically, mentally, literally
My henchmen, they lynch men
They apply the appliances the wrench-men
That's sense ten, I've been attendin
Plaintiff, defendant, sentence, independence
But it was said right, I was dead nice
And I'm dead wrong, but you'll die dead right
This red ice, chicken wings red rice
But baby girl, go get ya wet wipes

i got cam i think he way iller then thought in every aspect

of rapping from the metaphors wordplay

 

[bangbreh]

gtfoh fakkie

 

[Charmeleon]

This is a terrible thread

 

[ManBearPig]

 

[Nefflum nigga]

rhyme faq whats the purpose of all the got damn versus and multi threads?

Wht versus what posts...who got multis....you postin on a Internet forum invitin people to your crib to play video games


Whats the word nikka is you trollin or just bein a Internet predator?

 

[mortuus est]

rhyme king does it again

 

[TJ Hend]

 

[DoomzdayzV]

this is the first time I have ever agreed with this retarded butterball turkey lookin ass dude. Black Thought and the roots in general bore the shyt out of me. Cam>

 

[Mike Statik]

skills - black thought

entertainment - cam

 

[NSSVO]

This is a terrible thread

 

[the rhyme king]

Yo, I use the mic to slap you in the face and erase your taste
Disgrace your date put your title to waste
Dominant lyrical grace, from a place called wild
Illadelph Isle Pensy, that's the residency
Consist in cur-rency, my pockets never empty
Some cats, believe they M-C but we know they all fraud
Do a show in Philly nikkaz wouldn't applaud
Nobody know your record nor who you openin for
Can tell your squad's artificial while ap-proachin the door
So you should prepare, for lyrical terror that's pure
Step up to the resevoir, of the soul proprietor style
messiah or, the higher law down with Dice Raw
The matador, shorty conniseur
Stompin whatever you build to the floor
Similar to that of a dinosaur
I told you I'm the rap predator
You insist to imitate, what for?
Superstar nikkaz is ten percent real, ninety percent invented
for a fukk-in record deal
Comin with somethin veterans can't feel
I hit you like a steel anvil
Because you graf-ted off the next man's skill
But still I remain mellow, seein the theatrics of Othello
Run over tactics of the
C-L-O/N-E-S fess
The phoniest cats is felonious