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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 >>>

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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

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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

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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: :lmao:

fully reminded me of this

ATE HIM

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P41XYutvcDU

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Loaded Lux vs. Calicoe

[Round 1: Loaded Lux]

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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]

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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]

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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”

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f*ck*ng hell, watched it several times, read the verses several times

Damn

R.I.P. Calicoe's career

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