Young £ Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 Post your favourites, this one here got me in the mood, i got a q of grade, im not moving anywhere, everyone post me your favourite rap battle, or your favourite up n coming battle rappers tbh i wanna see more of these new niggas and new battle leagues that are around is there a topic already? LOADED LUX >>> DI ELITE 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kuffir Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fighting Weight Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 Came in to post that, Mook vs Jones ^ Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thizz Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 HE GON GET THAT WORK. LUX LOST THE FIRST 2 ROUNDS BUT STILL WON WITH THE 3RD 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
PascalMoriarty Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 [media=] [/media]He got weighed in recently (BillCollector), but that doesnt detract from his talent as a battle rapper, just means alot of the stuff he claims to do is gas . Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bobby Reds Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 Yh Lux murdered calicoe on the last round hit calicoes soul with dat real talk Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wavant Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 Watched the last round about 3 times now. WOW Vitriol. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Nidge Weasle Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 known impact since we were kids, best in dontflop imo gets robbed by the judges though Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thizz Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 THAT MILLZ EXTRA ROUND VERSE IS A f*ck*ng MADNESS Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thizz Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 LMAO PUFFS FACE @ 4.50 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Thizz Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Bobby Reds Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 Yo pops wadn't no GANGSTER!!!! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bruno Di Gradi Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 starts @ 1:18 ... one of the funniest verses from a battle. classic battle Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bruno Di Gradi Posted September 12, 2012 Report Share Posted September 12, 2012 one of the deepest verses from url.....verse was just solid boyment (k shines verse... starts at 9:50) tech 9 got the delivery of a comedian loool this was his best battle imo Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jam Posted September 13, 2012 Report Share Posted September 13, 2012 HE GON GET THAT WORK. :angry: Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Young £ Posted September 13, 2012 Author Report Share Posted September 13, 2012 my niggas.. ill be back Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wavant Posted September 13, 2012 Report Share Posted September 13, 2012 Nah dons... do you realise what we witnessed with that last Lux verse? Every living and passed black activist would be smiling with pride. My gosh. Calicoe has to call it a day. He HAS to. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Young £ Posted September 14, 2012 Author Report Share Posted September 14, 2012 Trust me it was a devouring of souls that was painful to see the way he look possessed, the suit suddenly didnt look as baggy, his eyes widened like a tiger who had seen a deer slipping, the way he shouted to calicoes boys behind him "HE GON GET THIS WORK" while he licked his lips (no homo) and patted his hair, the lyrics, wordplay, homonyms metaphors, rhyming schemes, synonyms, fam Ive played it everyday without fail its like motivation Calicoe still didnt get it, the nigga was mumbling "my pops will be out next year" hahahahha FAAK Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Platinum50 Posted September 15, 2012 Report Share Posted September 15, 2012 Trust me it was a devouring of souls that was painful to see the way he look possessed, the suit suddenly didnt look as baggy, his eyes widened like a tiger who had seen a deer slipping, the way he shouted to calicoes boys behind him "HE GON GET THIS WORK" while he licked his lips (no homo) and patted his hair, the lyrics, wordplay, homonyms metaphors, rhyming schemes, synonyms, fam Ive played it everyday without fail its like motivation Calicoe still didnt get it, the nigga was mumbling "my pops will be out next year" hahahahha FAAK looool that last verse is a f*ckery Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jam Posted September 15, 2012 Report Share Posted September 15, 2012 Lux's mannerisms are too ill. That last verse was unfair. Watched it 4 times now. Lol at Calicoe's laugh face when Lux 'flopped' as well Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mame Biram Diouf Posted September 15, 2012 Report Share Posted September 15, 2012 Trust me it was a devouring of souls that was painful to see the way he look possessed, the suit suddenly didnt look as baggy, his eyes widened like a tiger who had seen a deer slipping, the way he shouted to calicoes boys behind him "HE GON GET THIS WORK" while he licked his lips (no homo) and patted his hair, the lyrics, wordplay, homonyms metaphors, rhyming schemes, synonyms, fam Ive played it everyday without fail its like motivation Calicoe still didnt get it, the nigga was mumbling "my pops will be out next year" hahahahha FAAK :lmao: fully reminded me of this ATE HIM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P41XYutvcDU Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Agony Posted September 24, 2012 Report Share Posted September 24, 2012 Loaded Lux vs. Calicoe [Round 1: Loaded Lux] This for the brothers up North gettin full on that Jack Mac First smack back, we got a nigga to backsmack And you gon love it, it’s gon be a lot of head rolls Breath hold till the death toll, you know You Detroit niggas came to get divided But y’all gon always come together at funerals You’ve even now decided But why is this done every time that the preacher signs in? Well, it’s a sign in Look at all these portraits of my corpses, I’m just waitin on you niggas sizes I can have the pain in your pit paned into a tweet frame Get Eminem to 8 mile by 10 it (tenant), or Royce to 5’9 it Though hip hop don’t need any more D’s niggas dyin behind it You keep tryin, but all you niggas is good for is deep fryin They told your daddy, in him, a great gene was hidin Well he should’ve kept it in his jeans Your life would’ve had a better fight on a bedsheet dryin Rather than tryin to beat the mind as deep as a mine in Africa diggin passages Halfway into China to reap a diamond, let me be honest When they break down every round that I’ve sketched, bouts There’s nothin tougher than smooth as the rusty tools in a shed house You niggas came here playin, it’s cool, but y’all gon leave givin head counts They didn’t even book you niggas rooms, I told em Harlem Hospital givin beds out [Round 2: Loaded Lux] You was reachin baby, you was climbin and be implyin My sneakers slidin like I’m slippin Well, let me get a grip then Round this nigga motherf*ckin neck I’ma gon put that pressure on it all night, and keep applyin You people buyin we equal sided This would seem a devised scheme disguised as a match That’s what happen when Smack, he don’t screen the clients All this work you put in and you get the same simple assignment And every time you line these niggas up, I got to do realignments And Beasley you lyin, these kids paid for a bout on the big stage And you gave em a rib cage to feed sheep to lion Why wake the sleeping giant? With a need for diet, a mean for green divided A rap league of tyrants and a child bein defiant, oh, I’m in battle mode This sh*t preferably, as your prior professor the precise compilated correct methods of Math, nigga This is how you kill-k-k-kill-kill, Calicoe Talent show, this is God’s call Youngin you’ve gotta learn how this works - job corp It’s hardball with an oddball when the shots you throw through do car door like it’s cardboard I feel like I’m at your mom’s door with a convoy full of armed boys from Darfur My heart core colder than the shoulders on a US soldier on ‘Nam shores but you can sense it, nigga, the tension thicker than German guard dogs My beloved Iron Shiek say, Allahu Akbar It used to be, choppa too street, two Tupacs for the fleet, oh I’m humbled You know I’ve learned the science of rockets, as my thought process at meek You’re a hobby at peak, I’m like the league doctor’s doctrine You’re adopted, incompetent, weak I’m about to pull every compliment out of confident weak I can see you, boppin the beat box on repeat “Yo this f*ck nigga Lux, nigga not in my league, he got to be seen” Well what you mean, nigga, optical reach? I’m too much of an optimum leap Ever since Hoffa, you think you can swap with elites What you niggas got to compete, not to retreat Get beat till you drop to your feet when you in the opposite seat They don’t know who they with Y’all didn’t think it exists, I think y’all thought maybe I was a myth That waited in the abyss and came up out of the mists But I get to aimin and I don’t miss, I’m bout to put it all in your Catcher’s Mitt Dyin in this ring is a sure thing and you’re the definite (death in it) Can you see the difference between metaphors and real raps? How a nigga with metaphors can really rap? Your slogan? That sh*t a propped-up scheme for the skill you lack Now I get it, why you did it; personal sh*t, why you diggin But if you find any skeletons in my closet, nigga Well, that should tell you how long it had bodies in it They wanna know what happened, I said some captain turned Judge Mathis Cut your pops off in the middle of drug traffic You stole the role, heart cold, blood Aspen With the pump plastic, in front Math just Talkin all crazy at events, some madness (Summer Madness) Bout how you gon handle Lux tactics, too much for your young actress All that fake ass gun clappin “landslide,” that’s for caskets You know I KILL, you can read, everything in my bio, has it (hazard) How y’all disrespect god? How did y’all disrespect god? Ain’t it evil to live backwards? Let me bring that back ‘cause I need y’all to grasp it Ain’t it evil to live backwards? I’m just askin, what you thought? What ‘cause you had more battles than me, you dropped thirty in a couple of games Nigga, I wasn’t even on the court Look, it ain’t about how many fights you had, it’s who you fought This what champions look like, and we don’t look like, you look light I’m Floyd by you boys battle verses You Jim Lampley, Larry Merch; nigga, you just talk a good fight I heard, they rathered Verb in a clash with words I said word, they have some nerve, he don’t have the nerve You see, deep in they hearts, the three from the Arc wouldn’t get snapped with Larry Bird Chill young, this your lil man’s fight, you can’t cover that Besides, Miles couldn’t even do a block with me, I’d be lyin about another lap The trouble back, I’ma get you right when the traffic thick I let a Nuclear Reactor hit, lot of active lip while I was away You niggas had all this tounge, and can’t rap a lick Let X Factor trip, I won’t even drag the script We’ll just lock that nigga in a room and keep showin him the match with Clips Terraneo, you don’t know who terrain you on The conditions we done trained along, traditions I was raised upon This new sh*t here for chumps, that’s why I’m up here just doin what I want I used to battle on the roof, the loser had to jump But you know, he got dreams of that Learjet But he gon lean like Aliyah jet We could bet I brought somethin out a lil normal just in case niggas with you doubt I’d do you awful Oh, but it’s gon cost you You can tell Trick Trick the only address he’ll have left is the email he put the house on you But three things; you, X-Factor, Miles, y’all better learn to like the gym ‘Fore you might could spend the rest of your battle career tryna win the right to live Secondly, I would’ve thought Heartless would’ve made you care who you put your life against First of all, only thing you gon ever have over me is your height but then I’ll slash a hyphen in when your hype begins, your night can end I’ve been killin, since they paid Shillings, these dealins I got a license in To say I see the sights of men That’s like pretendin the d*cks of the dyke was thick in the slit when she piped a chick There’s bout, 50cc’s of Vicodin in my writin pen You’ll get scraped crazy like a M80 before they light the stem In fame vote, me in or not I should be named dope for the most and wrote the game quote What you brought for me, a bunch of motherf*cking train jokes? This sh*t no laughin matter When in the end, our cake mixed, and you ain’t even half the batter How you gon get the pitch, we don’t even have a batter You’s a waste of my motherf*cking time, nigga And you’re cuttin into your mother’s f*ck*ng time, nigga [Round 3: Loaded Lux] Let’s get to choppin his fable You’re a fake new Tupac and we’re fatal But you’re a gay who’s really a softy Starbucks coffee’s mocha sends bagels I begged you, come get your thing popped at your cable Man sh*t, but since we couldn’t get your pops at the table If you’re able, please tell em that hand that rules the world That’s the on that’s finna rock your cradle, nigga If you notice, I mentioned Verb in the other round I’m guessin now, subconsciously, possibly, you probably cuz he favored this problem I had to step around You remember that Holla beef? Where he checked a child I’m bettin Cal and Hitman are stickman and you wear the weddin gown All I’m sayin is y’all married, yo The scenario, same def and style but why are your expressions foul? I get this feelin like, you feelin like what I said was down… low, Like “yo, like, that was wild” But that’s funny, ‘cause I’m a little skepti-Cal Had my peoples investigate you pal Instagram for you Calicoe fans that have yet to browse July 17th, 8:40 PM, you posted up Aw nigga, you know what’s up, we kept the file You’ve got some explainin to do, can we address the crowd? Exhibit A So that’s how Detroit gangstas do? Skinny dippin gone wild? Well we ain’t judgin though, you ain’t on trial My beloved T-Rex says “Grown man bars is something you got to deal with” So all of that collaborated, fabricated; it ain’t gon equal up to this real sh*t Check it out, I want y’all to picture this as I paint the slide Tombstone grain inscribed, here lies my beloved, grave is wide I mean, I had that much love for you, I know that ‘cause you got that much hate for I Don’t want you to hang your eye Not for a second lil nigga, catch it, brace your vibe Be froze, for death is cold I wanna search your soul and hold on to whatever holes exposin the pain you hide Bring me mine, nigga, now I don’t wanna break this bond I just wanna break the cycle, thank your moms I like you For the nights she didn’t write you, she stayed in line so your days could shine I might do one better with a letter to tell her how I appreciate in kind How strong a queen she is and any man would be lucky for her to be made his bride You see, I take in mind your situation and though I never met your father, I see a lot of his ways in your stride I mean, you got that “talk it like I walk it” kind of attitude and you know it’s real good he gave you pride Every son should be proud of his father, and I look at my little one, and I want the same for mine That’s why when I look up at you, I see what he can go through when a father don’t take the time You know what I think is f*cked up? I think it’s real f*cked up when those people gave him all that time You wanna know what’s even more f*cked up? It’s for all them years that he got away from you, has only been a way for you to be more together with him in a cage in five That’s why I’m angry guy, ‘cause he didn’t take the steps Now you chase his rep but them runnin shoes ain’t your size They say don’t whine over spilled milk but what’s a man supposed to do when his baby’s cryin? Oh he say sh*t like, “You know, it costs to be the boss” What, he too good for a payin job? What was wrong with bein a cable guy, a real estate agent Why was that nigga to cool to go to flight school and learn how to fly planes through the friendly skies But nah, he told you he had to do what he had to do to put food on y’all plate to dine You mean you tell me all that slangin and bangin was to give y’all greater lives? When God gave him drive? And that Big Meech backup singin ass nigga left your mom out here alone for the latest ride? That don’t plague your mind? Them mistakes ain’t gods? And you wonder why them Shotgun Suge shells still ache your spine? Look what Ray Ray got Little Jimmy out here in New York doin Tell your OG, Bobby Johnson, he tried to steal the wrong radio this time, nigga Hey, if you see South Central, when you see this again, that’s gonna be one of your favorite lines Somethin to think about next time you on stage wavin signs Tryin to be like the only daddy you got, and I understand you wanna keep his name alive But youngin’, I’m tryin to save you from your demise You said it yourself, “my pops was a real nigga,” youngin that ain’t no lie He was in the business that the system perpetuates on the side To keep us in the condition where we ain’t made to survive But you think he a god, well, lemme ask you this Would you kill the world to save yourself, nigga? Yeah I do think that was wise Somethin to think about the next time y’all thuggin, drinkin and druggin Hard liquor, y’all full of killers, remember I tried to give him the large picture Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga You think it’s gangster to let a mother love that dope more than her daughter? Shoot her father from his son and turn around and put that boy on the corner? Or leave your son out here alone to fend for himself, knowin he need order? Is your money being long worth your lifespan bein shorter? Huh? But I’m just tryna give you the large picture Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga Gangsta’s brothers like Marcus Garvey Who when he performed lectures raised consciousness up from doin wrong To puttin us in uniforms makin us soldiers in God’s army, or them Garveyites Nat Turner, when the man had us on the back burner Facts further steady he lead one of the greatest revolutions of freedom slaves you ever heard of But then he got murdered You know what? Harriet Tubman was more of a man than your father would ever be, nigga I mean your daddy, that father title get deployed You know a wise man told me that a wise man understands in this life You either gon build or destroy And since it takes a father to raise a man child, well it’s no wonder you talk all that young sh*t You a little boy that don’t get the large picture Your pops wasn’t no gangster, he was just another lost nigga Look at me, king, look at me He was so lost - you lost, nigga Look how they got you, Fox 2, CNN You’re supposed to be one of the leadin faces in battle rap, look how you represent They told me, I said stop lyin, y’all hype em You in the crib with pissed alligators and sh*t Not to mention everybody else, but you damn near got yourself indicted Then you showed the chickens, I thought about you and your man in that picture “These Detroit niggas still cockfighting” f*ck*ng hell, watched it several times, read the verses several times Damn R.I.P. 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The Infamous Posted September 24, 2012 Report Share Posted September 24, 2012 the content is out of this world best battle rap verses ever he even leg the guy win the first round lmao Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Young £ Posted September 24, 2012 Author Report Share Posted September 24, 2012 YESSSSS I SEARCHED FOR LYRICS DA OTHER DAY AGONY UR THE MAN I WAS LOOKING FOR HOURS f*ckKKK Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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