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Originally Posted by Bercat View Post
Call me the biggest, the best, the prophet.
Cuz I kill the fakest, the rest, yo ass. So watch it.
I ignore the weakest, the pests, yo ass. So stop it.
Call me the exterminator. Test my gat and I'll pop it.

Rollin' joints with the ashes of what's left of the defeated.
Role in Aston Martin on the corpses of those that retreated.
Delaying your death. Make like Michael Jackson and Beat it.
Before I shoot you like pac and then history's repeated.

We got rats in the front room, roaches in the back.
My crew at your front door with a baseball bat.
Take a mighty swing. And in return your legs react.
Next you're laid out on the concrete, two broken knee caps.

Post 420!

Bigger men taken down with one fatal sweep,
Naive nigga, know my name, know I lay em' to sleep.
Puff 2 piece and grew spleens to sacrifice a sheep,
Same as the rhyme you run, away for fate to leap.

Enough with the abstractica, more with the automatic,
Plenty of em' here and you sound like you tryin' to catch some static.
Nigga been happy-go-lucky typing from Aunt Lucky's attic,
Keep acting like it's a game and I swear it'll get traumatic.

Large contradictory if were talking about fake,
Hell, I'm relaxed as Ferris Bueller with the drugs that I take.
Villages wait. Court date 8th Ber stabbed with a stake,
It's still in his face when you visit his wake.
is kyure alive?
Originally Posted by Embry0nic View Post
Bigger men taken down with one fatal sweep,
Naive nigga, know my name, know I lay em' to sleep.
Puff 2 piece and grew spleens to sacrifice a sheep,
Same as the rhyme you run, away for fate to leap.

Enough with the abstractica, more with the automatic,
Plenty of em' here and you sound like you tryin' to catch some static.
Nigga been happy-go-lucky typing from Aunt Lucky's attic,
Keep acting like it's a game and I swear it'll get traumatic.

Large contradictory if were talking about fake,
Hell, I'm relaxed as Ferris Bueller with the drugs that I take.
Villages wait. Court date 8th Ber stabbed with a stake,
It's still in his face when you visit his wake.

We got hornets on the East coast, bumble bees in the West.
Hunnid g's, sellin' keys. Stuck in this hood, that's the nest.
I bring home the honey. My money, I dare you to test.
Your ass is good for one sting. I can take it. Be my guest.

You're a ship washed up on the shore to tell you the truth.
You don't work like you used to. Don't sail no more. Goof.
Washed up in dirt, you can get out. Like I did in my youth.
You can escape the grasp of the ghetto. And I be the proof.

But there's a difference, you see. Between me and you.
You lack the confidence, the tree, the green, the crew.
You lack the ability and the skill to do whatever you do.
So the difference between us is that I'm better than you.
Last edited by Bercat; Aug 6, 2015 at 03:48 AM.
Stay Fluffy My Friends | I do loans and shit
Founder of [ROT] | Destroyer of Anus
Originally Posted by Bercat View Post
We got hornets on the East coast, bumble bees in the West.
Hunnid g's, sellin' keys. Stuck in this hood, that's the nest.
I bring home the honey. My money, I dare you to test.
Your ass is good for one sting. I can take it. Be my guest.

You're a ship washed up on the shore to tell you the truth.
You don't work like you used to. Don't sail no more. Goof.
Washed up in dirt, you can get out. Like I did in my youth.
You can escape the grasp of the ghetto. And I be the proof.

But there's a difference, you see. Between me and you.
You lack the confidence, the tree, the green, the crew.
You lack the ability and the skill to do whatever you do.
So the difference between us is that I'm better than you.

But
Lets see if you can match with what the veterans do,
If only you knew the harsh reality that will ensue.
You're like a living piece gum crawling from under the shoe,
I've never stopped spittin' shit sicker than swine flu.

Morgues full of dead niggas who was takin' from me,
Nine pass the side street blastin at ya' family tree.
You can be one of a million cleaning my trailed debris,
Legend told, near the sea of Embry's hyperbolic spree.

Yup we farther back, like some soldier's strap,
Set to take you off the map, this is more talk the rap.
I think I'm going back to killin' and assaultin' tracks,
Rhymes were flat for mimicking Jesus, guess I was wrong for that.
is kyure alive?
Originally Posted by Embry0nic View Post
But
Lets see if you can match with what the veterans do,
If only you knew the harsh reality that will ensue.
You're like a living piece gum crawling from under the shoe,
I've never stopped spittin' shit sicker than swine flu.

Morgues full of dead niggas who was takin' from me,
Nine pass the side street blastin at ya' family tree.
You can be one of a million cleaning my trailed debris,
Legend told, near the sea of Embry's hyperbolic spree.

Yup we farther back, like some soldier's strap,
Set to take you off the map, this is more talk the rap.
I think I'm going back to killin' and assaultin' tracks,
Rhymes were flat for mimicking Jesus, guess I was wrong for that.

Just like in the past you can't compete.
Just like right now, you're a bum on the street.
Just like in the future. Got no money to eat.
Bustin' your head wide open. Knock you straight off your feet.

You used to be decent at rappin'. Or so I thought.
You used to be a competition, poppin' hits when we fought.
Now I zapped the sense out of you. 10 thousand or so watts.
Now you spit out old shit reworded, and still think that it's hot.

You will never be on my level, as a matter of fact.
Can't even hold your own ground, against the king of this crap.
Man you should be workin' at Mickey D's cuz your rhymes are so wack.
I wreck you with every verse. Do you want fries with that?
Stay Fluffy My Friends | I do loans and shit
Founder of [ROT] | Destroyer of Anus
Next time, fiddle and try with every rhyme,
Be the reason hip-hop starts to wither and die.
Done with the weak shit, I'm blowin' ya back in time,
Back when you were better, back when coca cola was a dime.

Stronger than typhoon, get ya head up like high noon.
Rap like I'm ready to die soon.
And I don't advise you to try dude, look at how I move,
I split a spliff faster for my groove.

Since I was 5'2, remember who was loyal to my rule,
We call em' Emb Boys, they will find you.
A daily reminder you can wind up with peoples behind you.
Literally at any time, as inconvenient as Randu.
is kyure alive?
Originally Posted by Embry0nic View Post
Next time, fiddle and try with every rhyme,
Be the reason hip-hop starts to wither and die.
Done with the weak shit, I'm blowin' ya back in time,
Back when you were better, back when coca cola was a dime.

Stronger than typhoon, get ya head up like high noon.
Rap like I'm ready to die soon.
And I don't advise you to try dude, look at how I move,
I split a spliff faster for my groove.

Since I was 5'2, remember who was loyal to my rule,
We call em' Emb Boys, they will find you.
A daily reminder you can wind up with peoples behind you.
Literally at any time, as inconvenient as Randu.

Yo, here's a little saying I made for you to shout.
I lost to Bercat cuz he's the best, no doubt.
I lost to the rap god, and I hope I don't pout.
Cuz I'm a lil lost bitch that needs to find another rout.

I run circles around you. You can call me sonic.
Blowin' smoke in your eyes. The sticky green. The chronic.
Spittin' out rhymes like a machine. Bionic.
Your crew is under developed. Damn right you're Embryonic.

I lay down these raps like none you've heard before.
I lay down bodies from top their game to the floor.
I lay down your bitch. Damn that hoe is a whore.
And I'll lay you down too. You'll be penniless no more.
Stay Fluffy My Friends | I do loans and shit
Founder of [ROT] | Destroyer of Anus
Originally Posted by Bercat View Post
Yo, here's a little saying I made for you to shout.
I lost to Bercat cuz he's the best, no doubt.
I lost to the rap god, and I hope I don't pout.
Cuz I'm a lil lost bitch that needs to find another rout.

I run circles around you. You can call me sonic.
Blowin' smoke in your eyes. The sticky green. The chronic.
Spittin' out rhymes like a machine. Bionic.
Your crew is under developed. Damn right you're Embryonic.

I lay down these raps like none you've heard before.
I lay down bodies from top their game to the floor.
I lay down your bitch. Damn that hoe is a whore.
And I'll lay you down too. You'll be penniless no more.

Now when the sun rise, Embry will reciprocate,
Put your glasses on and take note of the date.
Similar to the numbers that ign would rate,
Similar to David Lee's number in Golden State.

Similar to Iguodala if you gave em' the one,
The same one who could clutch more than a gun.
I'd like to make you think you're second to none,
But then I'd have to back down, and that's no fun.

Tired of coming back reading a text based stutter,
And a few simple rhymes thinking ya' slick like butter.
Your reference game is weak and ya' metaphor's in a clutter,
Shit talk in the wrong place could get you beat with a putter.

A fuck boy with an ego thought he had defeat me?
I protect this rap thread like bark on a damn tree.
You know I'm the best here, but it isn't a guarantee,
Maybe someone will roll through with a grand repartee.

For whom you thought you were better than is clearly nobody,
I'm literally an ocean and you're just a floating body.
You handle yourself about as good as a smashed audi,
Blowing yourself out of proportion like a suicidal Saudi.

I'll take the role of Poseidon on your puny drowning verse,
One spit of mine could rupture the time in your universe.
Revolutionary shift will put your ass in reverse,
Nevertheless now you have time to go back and rehearse.

I'm takin' this shit back to the old Embry,
Back when Ber got his rhymes from ERB.
Back when Fate's ex stole rhyme from Earl's EP,
Back when people thought they were the shit going against me.

8 men tried to fight it and none of em' stood a chance,
Still a champ but I see others at least try to advance.
Did you expect this capability in me at first glance,
On my app you were indifferently one sided in trance.

9/10 doctors tell me I might just be insane,
Half a ounce in my brain, not talkin' bout mary jane.
I have little to obtain fo' I destroy the right brain,
I'm only in this game so I can murder for capital gain.

Getting a little bored pulling these tricks from my hat,
Fuck the rap, I can settle with a 40$ gat.
Put 10 in the dome and watch it infest with gnats,
Look me in the eye and tell me, how many bars was that?
Last edited by Juandissimo; Aug 24, 2015 at 08:31 PM.
is kyure alive?

Autism



Aww, ain't this cute. A little thug wanna be.
Got a full clip, strapped right on the side of me.
Bringing up the old shit. I can clearly see.
And as you see. I still dominate embry.

All these little kids wishin' to be thugs.
Wacked out on whippets, sharpies. No drugs.
Poppin' off bb guns, airsoft. No slugs.
And your itty bitty swings only feel like hugs.

You were just as wack in the past it seems.
You still watchin' from the sidelines as I wipe out your team.
Will you ever give up as I rip you up at the seams?
Still watchin' from under the covers as crush your dreams.

Speak like you got ten chains. As if you got one.
Reek like you got shit stains. Every entry is a hot one.
Peak about your neighborhood with my red dot, son.
Seekin' out your team with my sawed off shotgun.

When I enter this thread, all the pussies quake.
Same as when I enter a room. I make that ass shake.
I profit 10 fold of whatever cash you make.
You flippin' patties at a wendy's, no wonder you're fake.

Bring up the old shit, when I come with the new.
Bring up the cold shit, when I'm scorchin' up you.
Sing of the past, where I still was crushin' you.
I still dominate the game and there ain't a thing you can do.

Writing more words in a rap won't make it better.
Lying about how you got a big dick won't make the pussy wetter.
You don't receive my message, or even my letter.
Continuing to embarrass yourself will only make your face redder.
Stay Fluffy My Friends | I do loans and shit
Founder of [ROT] | Destroyer of Anus