Who's up 4 it?

[K9]

Yo peeps its been a while since I battled anyone so I'm a bit rusty. But anyone who wants drop 4 da luv of Hip-Hop (not beefin) drop me battle verse.

Peace

[Cinista wolf]

Fake mcs/ freeze/

like a corrupt disk nigga please/

U caught up in the midst of some high risk activities/

You betta know my steez /

coz u only good at killing babies/

4 that u deserve 2 get ripped by a fucken dog with rabies/

and get sent str8 2 hades/

Dun! You think U got ladies/

I bet the current one is a bat/

and U betta wear a hat/

bet the last one was a spineless jelly baby/

MAYBE/ thats why u aint tryna have babies/

with none of those/

Pick one of my flows/

Poetry and prose/

I be the master and u be the student/

so u gotsta stay prudent/

U fucken rodent/...lowlife fucking subordinate/

i'll come and murder u in your own hood/

coz I cant stand funny, bunny dudes/

I appear sinister[Cinista] but I'm a "wolf" in this industry mister/

if u be good u might get my poster/

PEACE

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[K9]

Oh no, this cat Cinista's tryna battlin me//

Son I'll drop ur ego like ur countries currency//

You and me, one on one battle, you're kiddin me right//

Jus like any emcee's jeans son you're far from tight//

You, formed da formidable face of fictatious nature//

For you're fake, your fate's inevitable Ima hate ya//

I'm make ur ass run like my nose when I got flu//

Its true, I'm da shit so call me Winnie The Pooh//

NEXT !!!!!!!!

[Loafsta boy]

yo my boy i'm up for it wats up at BB

i kick a freestyle like you never seen before

when i'm dropping K9 shaking in his boots for sure

i have your neck snapping back an forth Ngathi ngidlala ngerekere

have you running a fever your tempreture boiling like ketlele

you never seen me flow venecular like this

I'm Mike Tyson your an old lady an you know you can't fight this

so when i write this

there ain't no thought to it

you wanna know who can crack your face in i can do it

I defeat my enemy

when i spit lyrical energy

and i'm still young just like those 3 cats called entity



YO BOY I'M Gonna release an Unda ground CD called:

"DA chronic(alz) of loafsta boy"

but thing is you boys must hit a flippen track wit me, me an dat otha kat mo iz producing my beats

[K9]

Wassup playboy, Nah BB is tyt. U need 2 get me on dat album. Send me a Private Message and give me ur numbers, anyways back 2 business...

Damn right, u're Mike Tyson, kid, u always bite//

Yo I'm known on da mic, u're career is still recondite//

Got me spittin these big words, I'm soundin like a Pro wit Verbs//

U battlin me as I've proven before is absurd//

Yo you're just an amateur out there that's tryna go vernacular//

But even if your name was Percy, ur flow still wouldn't be spectacular//

Ay yo I know that its been a while kid//

But it seems you couldn't get me that doc, coz I'm still ill//

Peace playboy, holla back

-Out-

[Loafsta boy]

will do oh shit

Okay i'm came thru wit da first words

destroying ur first verse

now you rocking an rolling soundin a lil like fred durst

you like claimin like insurance

but yo my battle got you shaking an sweatin like a preformance

you stated that you still ill

well Loafsta boy be da doc who gonna beat you up wit a pill

chill chill who you feeling

LOAFSTA BOY be da MC who's rhymes you stealing

you sell less copies dan me lyk comparin da Massacre to Sweat/suit

you swimming wit a shark best you get ur wet siut

oh my god i just made you shut down

now you thinking to ur self wat da fuck now

ohh did that hurt i guess it didn't

tryna battle da creator bitch you kiddin

ohh wat da hell is up wit me

cause wen it comes to flow i'm a giant ur only 2feet

holla wen ur recoperated from ur death cause i murderd u nigga

[K9]

Damn nigga... Nice, props

Me biting rhymes son u gotta be kiddin//

Yeah that script was tight, pity we know that it was bitten//

Loafsta boy bout 2 get smoked jus like a cigarette//

I'll leave u non-existant like da career of Keith Sweat//

You got no lyrically vision, like dat cat Ray Charles//

I prove that by crushin u, using only 8 bars//

So next time chill before u think of battlin me//

Coz I'm 2 phat for you, your rhymes are still skiny//

[Loafsta boy]

okay here let me drop

oh my goodness gracius me

dis nigga pussy like a 5yr old who loves sweets

that space right there iz your life (empty)

i look up at your weak rhymes that cant even dent me

cause you can't even mc

so if ever you need a ghost writer you probably wanna rent me

you sound like a faggot why you tryna smoke me

iz it cause i'm Loafy da guy wit a trophy

for rap olympics gold medal

your rhymes rusted and diyin like old metal

[Cinista wolf]

my mic force obliterate/

mic force the ultimate/

style of stylez like a ninja/

because I injure any contender/

when it come 2 battle/

how come I got my enemies' heads on the mantle?/

Idi Amin's/ lost son kith and kin/

like Ishmael and Abraham/

i'll bury ya in a shallow grave with the rest of your clan juss like genocide man/

i'll be like Congolese/

jumping from trees/

like chimpanzees/ cannibalistic tendencies/

make me eat other mcs/

your talk of my currency/

shows that u not a conscious mc/

I cant blame u G/

y'all achieved independence in '93/

so juss a baby/ ...

full of fear 4 your meneer/

so 1st study tha proletariat b4 u venture into politics/

I run with Tha Movement ask Theme Elohim

[K9]

Aight I c yall

Two niggaz on one, ay yo that be a bitch move//

My lyrics gun yall down like a lyrical pistol//

I seem to have four senses coz I'm not feelin yall both//

Lyrically I'll move you back jus like my cornrows// (str8 back)

Loaf can only be my ghostwriter coz I killed you son//

I did it 4 fun, coz ur street value is none//

Cinista we were actually freed in 94, get ur facts str8//

But its seems I opressed your verse again and made ur soul levitate//

Now as yall c, I'm killin 2 birds wit one stone//

Not coz yall r fly but coz I killed you on my zone//

I TALKING DA MICROPHONE!!! :twisted: