ViCioUS Posted December 9, 2002 Aight Aight, nough wit the chit chat. Get your chalks out and we all gonna paint our cities in wax. Soo many fella$ wana be FamoUS so this is ur 15 minutes. Drop somein somein bout your city. And one rule applies- DONT DISS ANOTHER CITY..STRICKLY POSSITIVE .. Lets separate them boyz from men now..Holla :mad: Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ViCioUS Posted December 9, 2002 Ok here... My city so wild with Rage and freestyle Pimpin all day like Rap city hosted by Big Tigger n’ AJAY M@thaf@ckers attain sta$h wit no foul play Strickly legal, str8 out no vest n’ no slugs stray No jaat, blunts, Aks and Welfare checks No sippin cris,Tattoes, bling wrist n’ cocaine We here pay bills n’ take girls out wit big CANEs From big crowds to hall of fame We KO every nutsu@ker wit slow kiss VICIolise the essense when my O2 n’ H2O combine in marital Bliss Spit fire when haters tryna touch the flame Its like PROPAIN n’ METHANE Nuclea and a Hydrogen atoms combined, now that’s insane Handlin business from 7am to five pm SKYHIGH N’ VICIoUS collabo Minneapolis we put it on a double Snitches stinkin some Shtt, Ni@@AZ shakin like jelly curls on Rambo Evening crusin , jugglin females like puppets Returnin calls to beauties like rejuvinated pimps Aint no rentals, we roll wit hardknock whips Tricks bendin, flesh burnin , too much licks Phuk broken windows n’ less cosy stairways We do it on the 94 highway Aint to city that can number us close on them comfort basement Big coaches, pool tables and bowls of sharley f@ckin temple Snow plows outside ratllin like a diamond stickin head Moonlight shinin on them ebony mahogany legs While we bonnin she stills yanks n moarns Goin’ so many directions, you don’t know where she’s movin Kinda obsessed, I confess my city non the less will put cancun to the test~ WORD! VICIoUS IZ US Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bishop Posted December 11, 2002 AIYYO,from minneapolis to st paul i'm a contender with the best and more or less you're ajust pretender just confuse, sell your mic and buy a bike because you're weak and take a hike when bishop speaks. NOW your stepping in my realm of malicious intent you get powerbombed like a sid vicious event so ask yourself when your rules are bent and your back gets bent I'M the lyrisist of the year you just a gimmick with gear you still far behind from making rap as carrer i suppsoe this mean stay in the abby blue industry for the remainder of the year, coz you heart pumps with fear sweating and tears YOU are not repping minneapolis , cuz i can get around you city like pac infact been around like the ice cream truck around your block ,like your girl tossing your salad to get respect, you think your know minneapolis well you just a man without a voice dont dare come with you copy and paste **** i can tell the different like having sex or making love .you need to find some lyrics that can can fit these kicks until then refain from riding my **** (you think you can bit this style i will bring you applesource Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bishop Posted December 11, 2002 bro you are not man or boys you just old but not grown , i think am to much for you ask sky high for back up to balance this Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bush Posted December 14, 2002 whoa who whoa will the real president please stand up please stand up.... Bishop the imposter Get your perveted mind out here cuz u a child molester You neck to neck wit micheal Jackson as child lover #1 contender The difference between love and sex with you is fondling an alter boy and your pet monkey You a ryhme jacker...monkey in the dark beater I stretch miles to ViSiT bishop and introduce him to the the #1 punani beater el presidente signing off to handle some bixness a little teaser Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ViCioUS Posted December 14, 2002 This turf is officially RUMBLE IN THE JUNGLE. Lets light the bonefire we about to barberque soomeeebody..hahaha. Death wish to the bishop that moves between the knight n’ a king A B C rhymes and a wig that’s a simple thang U must be from Oakland coz your Lines are TOO $HORT geared up n’ voltin, ur fashion its like the 66 route How you gonna claim MC n’ all u wear is gown…hahaha Shtt, bishop evolved from bustin the nuns now he down wit the alter boyz This dose mindya , make your blood marinate your hind I don’t take hides, its like the HE HE, I cut ears n’ wore like necklase Run around your block wit 4 glocks onto my car deck NAS said ‘you a slave to a page in my rhyme book’ I am cut you down wit Axe n’ heavy doses of bayonet Comprehend this meaning of this lyrical text I hang with new rapper coz ur less than nothing Ur level of popularity ranked from lower than half a star to something I am more intelligent than you, Poppin pimples demonstrate the quality of Ur IQ My lines are long and latitude n’ guess what? This line I drop its like the drop top I ride in Houston (Section check this out..lol) Visit get a plastic to look more like spice girls your sense level like a 40 watt light bulb, dim witted :cool: After jaat night , you wont be hard even if we stuffed viagra through you d!ck! :eek: Get an Encyclopedia, see to both yo’ll am more probmatic like ILLmatic My rhymes are more worryin like mathematical equations When you battle me, its like you phuck yourself, like the art of ma$turbation You should be a vegetarian coz this beef was a MIS-$TEAK! :mad: But I guess you must be breakfast coz am flippin you like pancakes~ © VICIoUS IZ US! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bishop Posted December 18, 2002 the reason you call yourself after the man coz his your hero, after the 9/11 i saw you already bumper sticker but you *** is still a nigg- , dont get twisted Bush am not pakistani am somali the rap war lord always on point like that scored board Ending like the black hawk down i got you on the run like talibani you were gasp and shook, drag your white *** on the street of my home town, you did pack and go, beat me never, a righteous mind is devil worst fear ,you just a another apartment nigga not even house , Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bishop Posted December 18, 2002 vicious i turn your *** to artist formerly known as, you better stay away i'll take your rap style and put in a lay-a way, you need eight more rapper just to make this equivalent, am not for oakland i'm millennium lyricist area code 619 physicit, i can smell your rhymes like a dude inside adiaper there aint no rapper bad as this i leave for 3 days and come back like the nazerathy, how so many of you suckas figured it, may be could get a name if bishop diss us, i know you suckas think you figure since you already a ***** you might as well give me some syphilis envious cause my rhymes is infinite and you are lyrically limited to the box you livin , come and get with this and when i break you off a chip of this you will be like cocchie with syphili on the clitoris i drop more niggaz more than a record label, i break niggaz down to his blood type device, sliced leaving trails of broken mics, you look better holding **** than mic,fear of bishop got you on the run like carl lewis.i got the so called hiphop purest you just hiphop tourist Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ViCioUS Posted December 20, 2002 Its friday, Cant believe it!..back to bezzak... Iaint no turnin I’m like the chamelion, unlike color I adopt to pain After this they might need to scoop you wit a spade n a crane No lay-a-way, I just layback and let you kiss my CANE Then I spit at you and make you scream my name And I aint laughin cause you knew its cause you scared Your guard open for a whoppin -you shoudn’t have dared Take my style? NI@@a please, Iam show you some infinite game Teach you a lesson on how to make paper wit a nib of a flame But DON’T fear its like a psycho murderer I blade you from ear to brain If you would be in a board then aint no many white boxes to counter claim Dust your atlas kid and think back to the map I don’t spit poison dart, I jerk off arrows that smash skulls n bone marrows 619 is narrow, up in the 50th I can wreck on ur street like my d!ck wit no Inspector You? Bishop Shakin in boats? Man I got you shook You scared of VICIoUS like am the midwest crook Enough with the chessy corny @ZZ lyrics duke The syphilis you got was a jeck off fluke…hahaha Cant pipe out cuchie even if its placed on a flute..lol Still goin through puberty n yo aint even seen a ‘fruity’ Don’t take me rude, am not on weakly prozak but I love the juice I think I heard Tick! Tick! Its Checkmate,n' Bishop is about to lose! © VICIoUS IZ US! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bishop Posted December 21, 2002 i was raised muslim praying to the east , nature of my life relate rhymes i release you acting like daytime talk show, you aint a writer nor a fighter you're just biter ,jerking rhymes you dont even take the prize tag off who's to blame when your lyrics is lame, i heard you trying to damage my name the one i dont kill go insane. you need to shut that crap up, you got no backup you'll get slapped up, you really dont know me i'm to raw while you style is up and down like a see- saw i'm the seashore what you lookin at me for listen pretty boy , skills you lackin it, timing and rhyming you dont practice it, your class you skipped now your *** is kicked i laugh at it, cause we mastered it, i leave niggaz on top of each other like public housin in minneapolis Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
ViCioUS Posted December 21, 2002 Dats so pathetic :eek: Murda murda its like franklinville......... Faacin east should be the last thing you do From the cemetery, Vultures increase from scent of your decay Come wit your weak vibes, shtt hatters will sink in decades Wit a Bishop name, you cant make it even in a muslim parade I’m like a Mullaa- school ya wit a gun or just use my pen They effect all the same, all damn result will be full of lead Seashore-h@e Just watch the list of Mc’s I battle, Fu@k they all end up dead Watch them lost their minds n’ see whats left in their head It’s a lil late n’ these pills are putting me to bed But no sweat, I can stay up late till I feel to belch Ur just a Bit@h jigga, n’ am bout to put ya to rest Feelin my lyrical venom strikes fear inducing shakes Makin your back break n your heart palpitate Reconnectin your head wit your severed spine will take More than penicillin and roll duct tape! U thinking cyber kid, like on heat yo beggin for spankin Im coastin, shtt this words fly our so smooth like silk My words are ill, ya’ll know I spit so tilt like a handful of silt Dispersin these flows so laced n’ tight like the’re manufactured for threats VICIoUS rhymes malignant like a rollcoaster of roulette Tah tah, U aint even tryin its like runnin against a camaro Chevrolet Use your gown n’ keep hidin, we all know bout WINONA crest San Diego Jiggas stand sleepin since they came from the 747 jet! HOLLA :mad: © VICIoUS IZ US! Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
bishop Posted December 26, 2002 OH on you dont wanna know how nomad like me came inn, i came by foot, sea or land running through this earth wind and fire,came upon moonson, earthquarke and blister yeah thats right you say flight 13 or 747 i dont mind coz am nomad by nature i stay true to my culure. my family tradition require me to diss you, coz you just like a bi-tch without breast. i won't talk about rolex if i dont have one i wont talk about fast car if i dont have one, you just another fake thug wanna be dying to hag my di-ck. for somalia on line editor there need to call paramedics whoever rated vicious garbage i will take 3 life from whoever hired that a$s white. check the list you lackin breath control, mental behavour, lyrical talent ,imagination and flavour. i'm the original incase you forget when it comes to war i get raw add another mic to the one's i rip. i poison verb like alcohol destroy ya liver, you just bitin my style i need tetnus shot, you cant stop original with a copy, you lost coz am dope of course. bishop hiphop mohamed Ali leave mic dead and smelly, sick flows am not you , am not you average fella. when it's my time to shine the whole world go blind from the sheisty side of town where nickle cost dime. i know you wack and weak so i say please leave here's the door here's your coat and mitt cause here we read and learn from bishop.thinkin you're hard coz you wear a gangsta T-SHIRT Quote Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
