MARTEZ B says:
MY SKILLS ARE UNDEFINED...
I DONT WEAR JEWLES BUT I SHINE
CAUSE THAT HAS NOTHIN TO DO WITH A RHYME
THESE MC'S ARE SUBLINE MY TIME IS VERY VALUEABLE NOW YOU WILL...
FEEL THE WRATH AS BURN WACK NIGGAS LIKE BACKDRAFT...
OR MABEY THE HUMAN TORCH
THIS IS BIG DOGG SHIT STAY YO ASS ON THE PORCH
Truth says:
Big Dogg shit, come on..are you fuckin kiddin'
I would call you pussy but you still just a kitten.
I'm more than just a style, ya raps are real wild
Imma need to sit down and give me someone worthwhile.
ALL CAP letters, yo stop yelling bitch
Cause you bout to get slap like Charlie on Chappelle skits.
This whats happen when you fuck with the Truth, leave ya crying to ya momma in a telephone booth on top of the roof...
So now please get a clue, this is more than just freestyle- this is lyrical kung fu....
Now as I leave you for ya rebuttal, I'm calling ya girl and she really wants to cuddle.
MARTEZ B says:
You call youself the truth but your ass be lying..
I Leave you crying like kobe bryant now watch how I triumph...
ya kung fu is no good..i'm poppin these slugs in ya mug..
lookin like a Steriod Thug..
Nigga please with that shit..
Stand at attention when i'm talkin..
I'm on the next shit you still rockin a walkman
Get to walking or better yet get to running..
Your girl likes different strokes that's why she call me MR.DRUMMIN
Truth says:
OK...
Imma give you a round of applause
Cause now I can tell that you actually have balls.
But Imma take that back for the matter of fact,
He claim he pop slugs but looks soft in black...
Ya rhymes need aid, man you got played
When one of your favorite movies is bridemaids.
You know ya kinda look like biggie
But I'll get you more confused with one of the three piggies...
Come on kid, naw better yet son,
You ass ain't wanted, shit you barely can run...
I guess you thought, "I'm one bad motherfucker"
And now ya bout to die like ya name was John Tucker..
The truth don't never lie, now ya family's bout to cry,
Cause you gun down in this freestyle drive-by.
MARTEZ B says:
You wanna talk about balls in ya doorag and batman stance
With them tight ass jean capri pants..
Yeah i'm a pig i'm a boss hogg and you're just a lost cause
Catch a two piece I'm a beast
Sharp as a crease
Cuttin niggas like a surgeon..
You're a yugo i'm an excoursion..
I'm delta team 6..and you're Bin Ladin puttin ya head to bed leavin ya stinkin and rotting.
Past tense- forgotten...
Mr.potato..you a sidekick.. kato..i mold you like playdoh yo..
Defeatin me you better pray to ALLAH..
Strap a bomb to yaself then you'll reach the stars
Truth says:
L…O…L…
I chuckled a bit on the last attempt
But this is freestyle court and ya ass is in contempt...
Man I startin’ to think you wish you special forces
But that’s hard for a dude who in high school took special courses...
You ain’t battling with no nigga of the street
Cause clearly your in danger and ya futures lookin’ bleak
So with those paid rhymes I hope ya kept the receipt
Cause ya way ova ya head, now it’s time to retreat.
Truth get hit and I’ll never miss a beat
I’m like D-wade so I stay with the heat…
Boss hogg, nigga you the lost cause
Cause clearly ya blind in the mist of the fog…
I’m ya master and I’ll lead ya ass to the water
And like all pigs, Imma send ya to the slaughter
So no wife no son, forget having a daughter.
And now ya in hell, time for the eternal torture…
Ya fuck with the wrong one on this rap battle shit
Ya future, past, present history omits…
Ya get it, you was never shit,
Ya not even human, your a disease we transmit
For the conclusion, ya in a midst of delusion
Pickin’ up the needle so quickly you start usin’
Heading for seclusion, ya blood is just oozing
Ya need to call it a quits so yo life can kept movin’.
MARTEZ B says:
Put this nigga's rhymes in a morgue,
Watch me cremate the truth
You get done should i call you proof...
Yeah my rhymes sick,flows redicilious,
I'm extunguishing your exsistance
Crushing your persistance in an instant- You pissant...
Pesant,I'm plucking the feathers on this phesant
You're in the presence of a legend..
An Icon, The dominate one...
Judge and jury self excoution
Is the solution...
Your rhymes are handicaped as a parapalegic on horseback rhyming asmatic you're pathetic..
No credit
Nigga, I'm the black card American Express
You're Wesly Snipes in To Wong Foo in a dress...
I don't need a whole page and a half so i'm a end this shit in the booth..
WWER TRUTH
Truth says:
Well look who’s back- it’s the dawn of dead
Instead of just shootin’ I should have chopped off ya head
You could never put an end to me
Causes I’m 360 degrees black star energy.
I can’t be destroy, I’ll just change shape, my new form has been created…I'm a Rhyming Ape
So for heaven sakes, give me a break
I went easy on you with them first takes
Still ain’t realize you fuckin’ with a heavyweight…
This nigga said my rhymes are handicap
When in 12th grade he still took schedule third period naps
So please cut the crap, ya already be lapped…
Acting like my rhymes ain’t real
This nigga even emailed me told me I got skills
And if he says I’m lying to ya, give me ya email
I’ll forward it to ya and show you the deal…
See my brotha you keep comin’ back and you come up short
And that’s sad because the ball's in your court…
Talkin’ bout judge, jury, conduct my execution
And that’s gonna be ya final solution?
My rhymes can’t die that’s part of my evolution
All you spit is garbage, your freestyle is pollution.
So now Imma bring this shit to its end,
I’m the one smilin’ so know who wins
So don’t grin and try to pretend
And please no crying trying to make amends
Ya freestlye career is over, as the French say “fin”
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