Rap 101

[$MONEYMAN$]

we animals when it's drama
move like mechanical anaconda's,
........It ain't a gangsta that us hustlaz won't reach
we bust just to touch the cold streets
you bustas won't cease
and that's why my next tattoo will say "no justice, no peace..."
plus "fuck the police"
........Nigga, I wish you would speak on my label
I'll walk in your house, put my feet on your table, see what's on cable
soon as you speak, shots leave you leakin' from navel
rock you to sleep in a cradle, you geeks weak and unable


whole thing was nice but those was da best lines to me
keep it up
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...32#post6180232

[Märtyr]

Uh, your grammar was horrid. That's my only major complaint that I will leave with you, because I try to be encouraging to younger writers. And I apologize, you may be the type to say " DAWG I AM WAYZ OLDER DAN U" so you may be older than me, I meant in reference to the website. Anyway, sorry to get caught up in that little pointless rant, onto the piece.
I thought that with proper revision this piece could have been quality work.
I mean, it was, it just could have been something I looked at and was moved by. Maybe if I was in the "Hood Life" mood, I could relate to this more. Sorry, don't mean in anyway to be harsh, unkind, or as, im sure somebody will call me, a hater. Decent Piece. I enjoyed it other than the annoying grammar used.

[RiZe]

Uppin

[Daz]

It ain't a gangsta that us hustlaz won't reach
we bust just to touch the cold streets
you bustas won't cease
and that's why my next tattoo will say "no justice, no peace..."
plus "fuck the police"

that was dope.

[Fo Twenty]

Yo, this was so ill. You ripped it up mayne, such tight multis. Killer flow.

"My cannon dismantle you, let it off like roman candles
point two nines at you with bandana's on the handles
blast through ya flannels
we just Sopranos smashin' in astro vans with ammo stashed in the panels
we animals when it's drama
move like mechanical anaconda's, we hannibals, cannibals, and piranha's"

"My homicidal recitals' the kind that inspires a guy to rewind
king of survival, the title is mine
I write for ya spine and stifle ya mind with a cycle of triflin' rhymes"

"I fire shells, while ya yell, I serve ya like the hired help
My science are sins, my mind tire within
the bad guy wins like the giant got goliath's revenge
puttin' 5 in ya benz, tie up ya wife in it then
quiet your friends with gunfire as maniacal rhyme sire begins to strike like
a viper and snipe ya again"

Dopest lines, overall that peice was just ill.

[RiZe]

Uh, your grammar was horrid. That's my only major complaint that I will leave with you, because I try to be encouraging to younger writers. And I apologize, you may be the type to say " DAWG I AM WAYZ OLDER DAN U" so you may be older than me, I meant in reference to the website. Anyway, sorry to get caught up in that little pointless rant, onto the piece.
I thought that with proper revision this piece could have been quality work.
I mean, it was, it just could have been something I looked at and was moved by. Maybe if I was in the "Hood Life" mood, I could relate to this more. Sorry, don't mean in anyway to be harsh, unkind, or as, im sure somebody will call me, a hater. Decent Piece. I enjoyed it other than the annoying grammar used.

sry that i dont write to make my ' grammer ' look good
its juts some shit i wrote off my head an kept goin with it an i jus though i'd type it up on here

[MYMPHISGOLD101]

I really like the multies in this joint. You have quite a creative flow, but you keep it real.

[Topsy Kreats]

This is a great open mic...The verses flowed smoothly with great content..this is actually the first time I responded here & now I understand why everyone looks at open mics..Overall, it's a great open mic

My favorite lines out of this were:

It ain't a gangsta that us hustlaz won't reach
we bust just to touch the cold streets
you bustas won't cease
and that's why my next tattoo will say "no justice, no peace..."
plus "fuck the police"

Nigga, I wish you would speak on my label
I'll walk in your house, put my feet on your table, see what's on cable

and

quiet your friends with gunfire as maniacal rhyme sire begins to strike like
a viper and snipe ya again