Yo This is Thc, I'm lookin ta build a crew so you wanna tryout juss post I'll holla if ya got it.

Yo I be sitten here lookin ta make a crew // takes me 2 seconds ta right a battle then i got notin ta do//crude is ma style//I can spit it crazzy n I've only been here for a while//bitch asses spit i juss smile ,laff hit tha floor hit tha tile//Dial call up ma boys we be playin wit pistols like they toys//- -I spit it somewhat like Lloyd Banks when i roll wit my crew we use tanks when you roll wit yo crew you spit blanks//banks n ya crew are the only one's wit money ya'll talkin all gangsta n i think thats pretty funny//foget tha bunny, I fuck like a rabbit// If ya gimme dirty looks imma grab yo head n stab it//slice you up like cabage// pull you out yo patch bitch// i spit it like venom i'll give you a rash or an itch//i'll stop yo ryhmes like a goaly, my ryhmes are a miracle n i aint spiritual or holy// shut up ya fuckin eskimos you live where tha north pole b//keep talkin shit imm lay you out homie//I dont belive a word yall wanna be niggas told me//ya'll prolly all gay n wanna grab n hold me//in 10 years from now i be sayin aftermath sold me//momma always told me //life's is like a box of choclate's //touch some a mine i'll rip ya arms out ya sockets//ma heat aint a gun its a rocket //not a toy like ya water pistol or ya polly pocket//I'll hunt ya'll down like davy crocket, always having extra slugs in ma pocket//yo MSN , I'll block it / Shit, you talk it//Ya'll dont know who ya fuckin wit son//i'll pull out ma glock ma gun//your mouff goin drop you stunned//you'll turn around n be screamin "it's Pac run!!!!"// I aint sitten here tryin ta be pac, juss lettin ya kno i got ryhmes in ma head n guns in stock// ma talent aint leavin its mine its locked // me unlocked dont try it// juss run, well I'm out wit diss shit I'm Done, I won diss shit befo it even Begun.

>Thc< - "Get Some In Ya"

If You interested post yo skillz n I'll holla.

im already in a crew //but theres one thing i gotta do//i gotta give it up to you//cuz you a nigga thats true//you aint afraid to do shit //like call fifty a bitch//but im gonna give you a tip//we like the blood and da cript//but from the way you deal// i think you got the skill//and you foreal//you like the first fuckin seal//so im gonna give you title//you the first seal in the bible//cuz ur rhymes is strait vital//and you aint got a idol//

yo get with me and kane

Yo Kane an Ice holla back we got a Crew site or sumden? Lemme kno peace

>Thc< - "Get Some In Ya"

im kool wit dat wat bout you icedout

yea that cool who going to do it

Aight I'm coo fo ne thing What's going on Now??? Lets Battle Some people Imma make a post

>Thc< - "Get Some In Ya"

Post up a battle lil nigga an I'll blaze any one of ya. Ain't no bluff either I got history here. Check them older pages ya heard. Post up or shut up. Faggots



Donny

donny where u live in MI

Nah I live in HI kid on Oahu not hawaiian though

u dont want to see beezy id merk ya whole crew
run straight through all of you
my rhymes dont quit but yalls need to
if u want to battle beezy
just give me a holla
cause the shit that yall sayin aint even worth a dolla
im fully loaded
yeah i got my choppa
come and see beezy and ill break you off proper
got that it will fuck up ur whole frame
ur whole crew will get put down in shame
ill snatch this opprutinity than ill snatch the game
its beezy bitches remember the name
holla

believe these other niggas will bleed// cuz tha leaves on ya Timbs are falling off ya trees// you need a mirror to see yo reflection// but you can't cuz yo rhymes lighter then my skin complextion// town town that i rep is called the A// niggas will spill ya cuz we don't play// i got mores suds then water and dish liquid// if want to get to get serve get in line and grab a ticket// call me a taliban nigga cuz I bomb em// believe ya girl got mo lifestyle then a condem// i got so many jerseys i'm a throwback mess// i take em to the cleaners and tell them i want a full court press yeah!

u got my vote u in just want till the others see i'm shere u can join pease

Listen up, let me know if your crew got skills/
I only rap for respect, fuck paying my bills/
Ive only been on this board for bout a minute/
and i still have yet to see a good emcee in it/
So tell me, is this board even worth my time/
Will i get a good battle, or am i wasting my rhyme/
Shit, you know i spit sick flows like the liquit that your bitch get below her clit at that time of the month/
DAMN....
Is this a whole board of "Tampons" Stuck up cunts/
Who think they hard just cause they got gold fronts/
Im lookin for real rappers with real skills, not pretenders/
Im lookin for a battle wit some real contenders/
A question to your crew, its not a question if im in or out/
Its a question on what your about/

-Esco

yo looks like my crew needs a little help? i dont see how they could considering were battlin an elf i got wise words for you go fuck ya self if ya dont like my shit put it back on tha shelf you think you got talent but you aint balenced you bout ta get silenced imma bout ta get violent you keep talkin shit yo ass going get bent//sent 6ft under feel my flow its stong like thunder bitch im risin n u under// - so you a cool dude? thats funny you tried sniffen coke and inhaled a ice cube! if im to rude fo u then who you true blue thug killen yo ass n leavin it unda tha rug

>Thc< -"Get Some In Ya"

you thought your rhymes were tight as a virgin until i ripped em open/
shovin bars back down your throat before theyre even spoken/
didnt think suburban emcees could flow? on your words youre chokin/
said you'd beat me, guess you musta been jokin/
i think you need to lay off on that crazy weed youre tokin/
cause this nigga aint just hot, hes on fire, dog hes smokin/
i drop my lines in waves man, i flow like the ocean/
and its never gon stop, its like perpetual motion/
do you really think your team can be better than mine/
think your rookie ass spits can beat a veteran rhyme/
when every line you spit is whimsical and nonsentical/
in plain english, not a word you say is believable/
i run right through these niggas, like im superpowered/
ill turn your hardest thug emcee into a pussy coward/
ill have ya girl down on her knees like i was blessin the place/
oops, i shot my load all on her dress and her face/
HOLLA!

-KalEsco

good shit.

yo you betta shut up before you get my nuts up ya throat im crazzzy aint stopin smokin dope bitch shut up you know nothin bout how ta smoke toak you broke and you going ta be broke in half i got more flava than kraft// dinner bitch you a lightweight you thinner i aks my self why am i battlin a bigginer// you aint no veteran my dead grama's ryhmes are better than your's and she dont even speak no more// you a boare bitch imma spit a curse and ya whole crew goin be rollin up in a hurs bitch i was a veteran since birff in tha futcha imma be bigga than tha earff// you aint got talent you aint got skill you dont know shit bout life aint neva popped no pills// bitch you'll kno im rill when you look at your chess n see yo blood spill cuz you filled wit slugs ill crush yo whole crew like the bugs// hey wait you got a crew? well guess what im reppin blue an imma do what i do aint takin shit from you //true, its over //ya outta luck i smoked ya 4 leaf clover// if ya ever were in jail you was tha bitch everyone made bend over, imma never stop smokin kron aint never sober bitch you cant get enough ya hear my shit n get a boner// wackin off in front of ya computer in tha corner// shut up ya wanna be you aint a nigga you aint neva gunna be, you a wigga keep talkin shit imma expose my trigga my crew n name is bigga// im tha best you think you are how ya figure? well fuck you imma flip tha finger n pull tha trigga fry an wanna b fry a wigga.

Peace , But no love.
>Thc< -"Get Some In Ya"

Emcee Symphony, a battle rap in three parts

PART 1 (Informing you of your flaws)
You got more flavor than kraft, but you still cheesy/
quit rappin, thats the only way you'll please me/
you barely have a grasp of the simple metaphor/
battles are usually fun, but youre so weak that its a chore/
all you talk about are drugs, cant you think of something new/
I guess you cant, thats why ill always be better than you/
youre always talking bout smokin this, and poppin that/
why dont you get off the dope, and concentrate on your rap/
you cant walk through the storm and not expect to get wet/
You claim to be a vet, but you cant prove it yet/
the difference between us, youre fake, and im real/
you know youve been beaten, but how does it feel/
im only askin cause, i havent suffered defeat/
i get respect from every good emcee i meet/
cause they dont wanna battle me, and end up as a rap casualty/
it may sound cocky but its true, so dont get mad at me/
You think youre tough? well if you got a good rhyme, wheres it at/
i smell a PUSSY and you look like a CAT/
i can rap in your violent style and make it sound good/
are you taking notes? if not, you should....../

PART 2 (The Interlude... I mastered the "Violent Style")
what up kid, i hear you wear a bulletproof vest/
feelin brave, then let me shoot a bullet to test/
too bad it dont protect ya head from my lead/
fuck that, ill shoot ya neck, leave your body crippled instead/
i guess im the real reason that youre filled with fury/
i already 'splained to you that im the judge and jury/
but im an executioner to boot, so stand up, salute/
cause when its time to execute i wont hesitate to shoot/
i command and conquer, playin you like its a game/
ill make your soul burn like ether just for speakin my name/
aint that a shame, my gun send pain signals to your brain/
one clip's enough to make a nigga go insane/
have all your friends sayin, "he done changed"/
"ever since he battled esco, hes been deranged"/
since kal's from philly, its time to be blunt/
skills is what i got, and the same thing you want/
but you cant get em, hold out your wrists so i can slit em/
you wanna hear the best flows, then just watch me spit em/
(K)al (A)int (P)layin, (I)'ll (T)ake (A) (L)ife/
take this knife, and cut until ya face aint rite/
Fuck You, i dismantle crews with my twenty-twos/
make you quit rap and start singin the blues/
in ya '92 Civic, singin sisqos "Got to Get it"/
we know youre gay, so stop frontin bitch, ADMIT IT/
youre a bitch makin bitch moves, dancin to bitch grooves/
shoppin at payless for some high heeled bitch shoes/
the way i lyrically killed you, theres no need to come back/
because your lines are gay and all the talent you lack/
matter of fact, im the reason that you wanna be black/
now get the fuck up off your knees and get your tongue out my crack...../


PART 3 (Lettin you know who i am)
im like a mantis... never know when ill attack
and now youre scared like your nuts straight fell out your sack
Im yellin "Fuck THC" while i burn a hemp sweater
youre name is THC? come on, cant you think of something better?
im purely escobar, no flaws or imperfections
with that immaculate flow that dont need any corrections
i know ya love me, i can tell by your errection
but you can put it away, i dont like manly affection
the only deadly sin that i suffer from is pride
if im lucky, maybe God'll let that one slide
so when i die, hopefully ill go straight to heaven
but youre fucked.... you suffer from all seven
Envy, i can tell that youre jealous of my flow
Lust, cause you want me, but act like you dont tho
Gluttony, cause you cravin for more of my rhyme
Anger, you just mad cause you cant hear em all the time
Greed, cause youre just too selfish to share me
Sloth, you only write your own raps rarely
Pride, cause somethin makes you think you can beat me
even though an emcee has yet to defeat me

) u r internationally known, but its 4 the asses u tore up n the dicks that uv blown, son ur garbage, when u realize it go home, cuz u c ur girl wants me...u all alone, now she likes the bacon, not the spaghetti the u b makin wit the tomato or tomotto u got no job so u play the lotto, and ill tag u with bullets, cuz my finger is on the trigger and its itchin 2 pull it, and u sweatin like santa, who got stuck in the chimney, cuz u can tell there is none illa than me, im the only great vannila mc, and if u try 2 compete ittl b ur face on my knee, so what u gonna say now? u got nuthin, so eat some dog chow, when italians cook, do they ever use a cow? or do they stick to the olive garden, and get breadsticks for free, and u c the tomato and u shout out with glee

for real, dont write a verse if you know its wack, i probably wrote some shit like that once, but never posted it anywhere...

If thats the best your crew can do, you guys are gonna get torn up...

You should battle so you can learn to make yourself better, i dont think my verse got you all so rattled that you forgot how to be good....

In any game, you learn more when you lose, because you notice your mistakes....

-Esco

UZA POETIC BEIN WHO CAN APPRICIATE
UZA EMCEEC WHO RESPECT WHUT I CREATE
ALL DESE OTHA NIGGAZ ABLIDGED 2 HATE
CAN YU SEE MA SHIT ON ANUTHA LEVEL
IF U CANT **** U IMA LYRCAL DEVIL
U HATTAZ TALK BOUT MARRY SACZ
TO SLUGGIN, POPPIN NINES AND SELLIN MACHS
YALL KANT KEEP UP SLIPPIN THREW CRACKS
PULL OUT MA M1 SPRAY UP YALL BACKS
WEN I BE SPITTIN MA SHIT IS NOTORIOUS
WEN I BE SPRAYIN MA SHIT IS GLORYOUS
BUT WEN IM CREEPIN UP BEHIND YA MA SHIT IS DANGEROUS
EVERY THUG IS JUS A STRANGA 2 US
FRUM WHITE LINES 2 CANIBUS
ID BE HUSTLIN ALL TILL I BUST..
IM SICK OF YALL SPITTIN, WIT THA LYRIC MISSING
AND YALL HATTAZ JUS HATTIN AND DISSING
IMA SOLDIER IN DIS RAP GAME SPIT BEAT OR AKKAPELA
SPITTIN, THUGGIN, HUSTLIN,TOP DRUG SELLA
I DONT GIVA **** BOUT ALL YALL CREWS
YALL JUS RUNNIN YA MOUF N IM GIVIN YA THA NEWS
ILL PULL UP IN MA GX LEX N PEEK OUT
PULL OUT MA NINA MILLI N BLOW YA TEETH OUT.....

yo retard please dont write your songs. im sorry i wont refer you to dr.dre maybe ill give ja rule a call and faggot please dont rehears your pre-ritten jibber jabble ill hit ya back wehn i got that time and stop talkin shit nigga spit a ryhme.

>Thc< - "get some in ya"

yo esco you gotta let go, thinkin you all that// you musta not been listenin to what i spit,spat// i dont give a fuck bout that// what you say I know my ryhmes are phat// just keep spitten cuz ill spit back// i play this shit stategically like TIC, tack toe //am i gunna give up ?// my awnser to that is no //rain or snow spit a rhyme you'll pay tha toll, you a veteren like ol,// yeller well suck my dick like when i put yur bitch on her nee's n fed her// anyone with skillz n no jelousy can see i spit better// so keep talkin shit best be writen yo mommy a good bye letter// yeah im cheezy sure just like chedder //what kinda joke is that?// are you a sped or,// some sort of retard? if you are just let me know i wont go so hard //you aint nothing to me like a tub a lard //i'll keep spitten back till your wounded, scared.//- buddy your too funny// you waist so much time at home writen songs n got no job n no money// rap n lyrics run me// sorry go back to your ol job gettin cash for fuckin your mommy // you prolly 30 n im still in my early// stages at 15 years of age// still holdin a gauge and ya i do got rage and if i dont have my gun ill take a louisvill to ya legs// sure i talk about drugs slugs n thugs your topics are lame talkin bout clocks, erelivent words and rugs// when i was young i was fighten when you was young you was playin wit fly's n bugs// your a unloved child arent you need a hug? //keep writin your songs, your waistin your time i dont read the whole thing their to boaring n long// so save time for your cross dreesin wit thongs, you think your lyrically sick but you dead wrong// n hey retard in my last ryhme i said nothin bout a vest// ill expose your misktake's put ya to tha test// show that im tha best, you an amature like the rest //other than my crew we got more talent n you got less//- and we do// got lyrical flavor too //even more than the canned stew that you got from the salvation army crew// your to ruuu'de for me to spend my time, on// your shit, i wont spend a dime, on face it your teenage years are gone// im french but aint the ordinary frog you find in tha ponn,// true i aint eva gunna sing tha blues cuz i aint a loser like you// i got better things ta do// bitch yous a foggot you cant ever be me neva fit in my shoes// you aint going nowhere in the future they be sayin esco who? //yeah THC, he tha duu hes tha shit prime n true. crip, still reppin blue// last thing ta say to ES-COO B FUCK YOU who woulda knew? (haha)

>Thc<- "Get Some In Ya"

that one was better than your last three verses...

but let me explain myself, the interlude was written already (Thats why it was an interlude), i just posted it to show you how easy the violent style is, everything else, INCLUDING the 7 deadly sins part of that one was off the dome...

-Esco

yo esco,

your ryhmes are very ill man imma admit it but the only flaw you got is that your too cocky man i belev you got talent to go far but your too much of an asshole bout it its been coo havin you in my post that what i like to see true talent
THC- sendin out props n respect
ps: your ill theres no dought
>Thc<- "Get Some In Ya"

Thanks, i wasnt really going for the crew thing, cause im not usually on this site, i just wanted to get a lil spit in somewhere, hehe. this whole battle got some good rhymes out of me, so it was well worth it. I know im a lil too cocky, cause i still suffer from the deadly sin of pride, lol

its been nice battling you though, maybe we can do it again sometime...

-Esco

NOW IF I SAY HIT'EM UP,
HIT'EM UP,
IF U DNT FOOL,
I SMOKE YOU,
U N YO WHOLE CREW,
NOW LISTEN UP 2 WAT I GOTTA SAY,
IF I ROCK ONE WAY,
YOU BETTA ROCK THE SAME WAY,
B4 I LAY YOU DOWN,
SENT YOU 6 FEET DOWN,
LOOKIN ALL DAZED,U AINT SHIT,
NOTHING BUT CLOWN,
TRYIN 2 B A PLAYA,
BUT U ALL PLAYED OUT,
THERES NO DOUBT,
IM A RISING M.C,
ROCKIN AW NEW SOUND,
NOW WATCHOUT BITCH WE DNT PLAY,
MAKE WAY,HERE COMES THE C.I.A,
NOW WATCHOUT BITCH,I 4GOT 2 SAY,
ITS A NEW DAY,THE ERA OF THE C.I.A!!!

you suck please dont post in here again i beg you you peice of shit cia faggot

gettin to the point takin ya right to it that shit ya rap about kids i do it, neva needin guns just ones and weed for the lungs as i lunge get girls wet like a sponge, deep out in the sea yall drifted cause flobot keeps it ill plus explicit, think quick or miss it, invade ya district, fuck ya mistriss, and make her do my dishes, she grants all my wishes, like its magical rippin through your clavicle, rappin since the 80's ain't it radicle, can't download ya data-full, so don't copy and paste cause i eat up mc's and i love the taste, on stage they baste waitin to be replaced by the next disgrace strangeled wit a shoe lace, ya should be happy of an ill new face

yo what did you say ya crew cia? well noone here gives a fuck you gay //stay away //of my post you make me feel nervous n u aint even close//cuz i dont like fags n if you try n insert yur third lag i'll stangle you wit my du rag you aint fresh you prolly 30 n ya balls sag dont brag bout nuffin you ryhmes bout as harmless as a chocoalte muffin if ya got skills say somefin i'll smash you like a pumpkin kill ya whole family ya son n huzz-bund you werent shit i'm done son

>Thc<-"Get Some In Ya"

fuck thc//they jus wannabee m.c's//trying 2 rhyme//bitch you aint worth a dime//fuck u bitch dnt try 2 c me//go back 2 africa//u anarecksick gay flea//aint got no life//like yo bitch as yo wife//wen spit yo sound gay//like a bunch of fruit tht gone gray//i aint tryin 2 start a fit//i jus want u to knw jus dnt spit//u staring 2 sound like shit//jus go back 2 yo mama n suck here tits//cuz u'z a little gurl//yo gurl came 2 me 2 rock her world//i cant blame her she said u suck in bed//i guess that y u think ur top dog here rhyming it must of got 2 ya head//i jus here 2 bring u back 2 reality cuz yo face is bout 2 bcome blacker than lead//jus give it up dnt battle me//i'll embarrass yo ass like delco did u see//if reply the battle is on//i'll beat yo ass from dust till dawn!!!

go to kane's (whats up with new wack ppl that think they hard) if you wanna here some real lyrics. read mine.respond to them to if yall bold

We need to stop this shit

And relize what u spit

Ill slap you wit your own rhyme

Steal yo dime

You always babbelling

Never ever goin to start battleing

You say you hiphop but thas a no no

But then I see you driven yo Volvo

I got some advice, jus cheat

Go forward in time and steal my lines from next week

a yo nigga's gotta play the game hard when it's crunch time i'm hungery i'll eat a nigga food like it's lunch time fuck'n wit this boi you nigga's betta count yo bless'n cuz the frist time i spit u nigga's should have learned yo lesson keep a wepon on u smith and wesson only foe protection i play the game wit my poker face and approch it wit agrission fuck the lame's in the streets man the only here to test u i u sneeze on a track it's ganrunteed i'll bless you it young roc i'm about to put the game in a pretizel and still spit a 16 only to impress u cuz them nigga's spit'n 16 only gone depress u big nigga's talk tuff but they fold under pressure roc ill hit the block to watch u nigga's serve under pressure i been told nigga's about that 1.8.7 this nigga stunt'n i catch em sleep'n send his ass to heaven and his mom's get the news she got to dail the rev'n cuz the boi a fuck'n triagidy it's roc 9/11 nigga

easy man

yo this something i like to do for u aand us i got it smoke niggas like bluntz dog don't even try to front u is like branch or should i say launch damn i'am hungry dowg u sould call me jerry i'am ur subway diet so dowg dont even try it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thats just bullshiting around let me know if u want to here some real shit

I got blood in my body and I'm ready 2 spit/I take half a second just 2 come up with this shit/been spittin since i was 10 nigga, and I'm ready to blow/that's money talk nigga, but pass me da dro/If u still looking for ur crew den nigga let me know/I don't mean 2 boast and brag/but I'm a legit u c/Texas finest, northsides crunkest, straight from 83/holdin it down wherever i go/cuz i'm all about my dough/im steady stackin, steady getting steady spending here it iz/19, college student, no drama no kids/I den took ova and popped da lid/

yup the prince dont fuck wit it nigga

nigga fo sho they tryin to battle me shit im in the crew tryouts plus 3/shit i be that first one shit any nigga wanna battle let go fo sho ill eat yo ass up yo g let them nigga know they movin slow/naw i dont think they wanted i posted his on the wall like a dna poster/i got bullest faster than roller coaster fuck wit me/i put a ring around ya face cup coaster/my gun heat up like a toaster/haha imma superstar got this lil nigga rocn a white tee pushin foodlion carts/we at the line u wanna head start/boy softer than pop tarts/shit look dont trip u play hard i get yo block flip a couple of pussys/i send those and let it stick to ya shit i dont think u can handle/i put on recess like randle/i light ya ass up like a candle/yup aint to many nigga in here wanna battle i read ya flow sounds like all u do is chit chatta got u on the baseball field at the plate ready for the next batta u got those/that what imm after yup fucker/nigga dont get the heat shit let me clap back and let his ass drop to his feet/comin through my hood u aint good nigga please where im from they will/show u heat those dessert e's.to aks/fuck wit that they sound like kakakakak get cha ass back/they feel that yup now what get bang up/a couple of hits will swell u up hahah got lil kids laughin it up/let it bang bang i send ak shells at cha face and let them play wit brain/and let the blood leak into the drain not thats a banger u put on a pole and have u swingin like 2 clothes hangers/niggas know my block is hot we own the block walkin through the hood rocn a white tee,to blue jean to those boston red socks,/nigga being annoyin look go kick rocks dont get shot they a have face flat on a xbox/boy got glocks packed in his socks they know whos the boss/for real though we rock baby blue uh oh gangstas a put wholes in ya the size of sun roofs/ill let him hit u in the mouth and make u swallow yo loose tooth awww aint tha cute/when thos shells hit yall face u through dont get duced/a youngn in the game nice wit those tools/yup nigga those baby blue tools/