Hickory, Dickory, Dock
Face it ya'll gonna get a shock
Apostles pumpin up da volume
Aint no way ya gonna solve em
e4, c5 Yea, Welcome to the Apostles hive
How all ya suckaz gonna survive
Stingin, slicin and a whelpin
Yea, welcome to hells playpen
The mighty Apostle crew servin it up
Best ya gonna get is Sweet Jesus Luck
So come, ye sinners and saints to get ya fill
Ya gonna be beggin for Jesus like RBHill
Yo I ain't done wit ya!
Apostles tearin it up strikin it rich
Leavin all ya nerd-ass clans in tha ditch
Spiritus Kick-assus, that's this posse
Barrellin through just like Pete Rose over Ray Fosse
Now step up and serve ya weak-ass clans
Gonna make ya look like PETA eatin ham
So righteous, so pure, what else can we be
Come on ya suckaz wanna taste a me?
Ya'll be callin us all Jesus freaks
Listen to me you nothin but gobble-d-geeks
Originally posted by kirksey957Yo, I'm a quote ya from my gilded-edge book
Yo I ain't done wit ya!
Apostles tearin it up strikin it rich
Leavin all ya nerd-ass clans in tha ditch
Spiritus Kick-assus, that's this posse
Barrellin through just like Pete Rose over Ray Fosse
Now step up and serve ya weak-ass clans
Gonna make ya look like PETA eatin ham
So righteous, so pure, what else can we be
Come on ya suckaz wanna taste a me?
Ya'll be callin us all Jesus freaks
Listen to me you nothin but gobble-d-geeks
Wit tha leather bound cover and tha fly ass look
No, it ain't tha holy B-I-B-L-E
It's called "How to Win a Battle Rap against tha Common G"
Chapta One, Verse One go somethin' like this:
"Tha line 'tearin' it up' be a common-ass dis."
I ain't use it, but it looks like you been.
Fatha Cribs gonna tell you that's a battle rap sin.
And in Chapta Two, you find these words:
"You get no props fo' callin' brothaz nerds."
Oh Snap, kirksey, you ain't doin' so well
Gonna end up down in rhymin' hell
And way at tha end of Chapta Three:
"If you ain't rich, don't pretend like you be."
Yo clan better start thinkin' 'bout recruitin' to hire
Cuz they leader be leadin' 'em to tha lake of fire
Breakin' all tha commands, not followin' rules
Take yo' whole clan back to Sunday school
You suckaz can't afford no day of rest
We follow tha rules! Smack! Smack! We tha best!
Cribs
O here he go a servin it up right
Mighty Apostles gonna have a good pimp fight
Talkin bout ya gilded ass book for all to hear
Give it up ma brotha its a comin from yo rear
You know day be nerds all clean and geeky
Not like you and me wit da chicks so freaky
So don't be talkin bout da lake of fire
You and me we be pimps fo hire
Rulin da site by day and night
Puttin down da fear a God if ya think ya might
So here we is Preacha G and Pimp G
Rulin with style bringin all to ya knees
Originally posted by All Y'all!Yo, what up... no time to read it!
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Whatever y'all said, well I know I don't need it!
Bustin' up and out in my hip hop thread!
While I was out rockin' and feedin my head.....
Playin' mad guitar, chillin' wid my friends.
Tokin' so hard I thinks I got the bends!
Drinkin on the beer, eatin' some feed.
Makin mad lyrics... to an acoustic beat!
Whip out the mouth harp, I can bend a G!
Even though the harmonica says it's a C!
Gettin out, doing this, expanding my horizon...
("Hello, you have a courtesy call from Verizon".)
Can't you see I'm rappin'!? Hang up Biotz!
Before Cribbies goes, blows up and calls dem rap police!
Better hang up now, cuz Kirkseys on the phone! Bustin' out some rhymes on a megaphone!
Better hang up now, cuz Alpha's in the place
He's not on the phone, he's all up in your face!
Better hang up NOW
Shut up and get gone!
I'm rappin' free style... and moving my "F" pawn!
(Now I will go read your mad styles.....) 😉
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Yo, what happened to all tha ill rhyme sayaz?
Shiiit, ya'll ain't rappaz just weak chess playaz!
I've been waitin' for weeks fo' ya'll to step
And try to do some damage to my bad ass rep
But you suckaz ain't even got tha skillz to bring
Cuz I got 'em all, plus all tha bling
And all tha money and all tha ho's
What you got? Just some pimpin' clothes!
Like I said in my very first lesson
It don't even matter how fly you be dressin'
You could never be a strong pimp like me
Tha man wit tha money: C-R-I-B
Now look here, who’s in the C-R-IB!
Sucking his thumb and wearing a bib!
The number one fun-time, make believe playah!
Huggin’, not thuggin’, and quoting a Prayah!
Never too worried ‘bout a run-in with the law.
Never seen him back down or drop his jaw.
Never seen him flip his lid like I done!
PM’n Russ and say his site is no fun!
PM’n russ and told him ‘yo, you site is lame!’
Russ got back and said, ‘yeah what a shame!’
Russ made a change and things were much better.
Wrote up a TOS that people quote to the letter.
So you do this, and I do that… and we both do it all
With no baseball bat!
I’m glad to say we can do it here…
Post responsibly, no need for fear!
Peace out, RHP! Yo!
Shit. At first, I was just observing
But I'd rather spit then sit in the Suburban with Bourbon
My crudentials are essential, cause I'ma hit you up quick
You prepare for me and I still make you look like a dick.
We need to adress some, situations that are racin
So lets start Semper fi, I respect what you do
But in these forums, don't expect your rep to carry you through
the TWINS are in my hand as I speak.
You might be a marine but damn is you weak.
Impala is all about respect. So best be respectin.
I'll put a cap in your face and then smack it if you aint
As for the kid, I'll speak about him freely
If you gon rap wit the big players
Don't expect us to go easy
Have I... Ruined your virgin ears ?
And unleashed your childhood fears ?
As I finish the flow, then flow the tears
Other than that what more can I say.
U been dissed up, down and every which way
Cribs.. . ... . . Damn. your flows are heavy. They bring point
I'm impressed. Wondering if the creativity is you . . .
or came form a joint
As for Phalalabit and Kirksey
I've got loads of shit to say, but I thought I take a rest
Get a quick post in so yall can attest
Originally posted by Impala03Oh Snap! It's tha '03, but not tha '64
Shit. At first, I was just observing
But I'd rather spit then sit in the Suburban with Bourbon
My crudentials are essential, cause I'ma hit you up quick
You prepare for me and I still make you look like a dick.
We need to adress some, situations that are racin
So lets start Semper fi, I respect what you do
But in these forums, don't expect your ...[text shortened]... flow the tears
Other than that what more can I say.
U been dissed up, down and every which way
You just a new kid on tha block, bustin' through tha door
Sucka, you even know what you gettin in for?
Shiiiiit, I bet 2 sips of tha Bourbon lays you out on tha floor
Yo rhymes ain't all that, half don't even rhyme!
I'll let you know when it be lesson time
And you can sit in my class, up in tha front row
Dis real pimpin' will teach you all that you need to know.
I'm bad at rapping but I'll give this a try
When I'm done, ya'll be running away like flies
I sit back and watch all this messing
And I think to myself, boy all these cats need a lesson
You may take my pawn, you may mate my king
But after the game, ya'll be begging me not to swing
I may have a strange nick, it looks a little weird
But boy oh boy I'll have given ya some fear
I'm coming down the alley, you better get out of my way
TimmyToilet is coming fast on his sleigh.
(Wow...that was bad) 🙂
I don’t care if you gots to swear,
But if I mod your post, don’t pull your hair!
I’ve a job to do, and it’s never done
And don’t kid yourselves if you think it’s fun!
Enough of that
Lame friendly chat
Because your beats ain’t bold,
And your bass is flat!
Schools in session, and here’s your lesson
Your rhymes is week, and not impressin’
Best get a better set a records ready to scratch
Cuz I’ll punk you all, like it’s a punkin patch!
P-
Tha corner gettin' crowded
I gotta push my way through
To get up to tha front
Do what I gotz to do
Line up, suckaz, all in a row
I'm a count how many can bring tha flow
Let's see, there's me, Cribs makes one
Um...anybody else? Nope! I guess I'm done.
We got Bambi03 and MisterClean
Tryin' to step right up to this rappin' machine
I'm a let you suckaz in on my goal
Bambi - I'll shoot yo mama. TT - I'll dirty yo' bowl!