**OLD CLASHES**
THE FIRST BATTLE BARS I POSTED. RADIKULUS VS FRISK AKA SKIP

I spit a little vibrant so shield ur eyes,
Im a little homicidal when i see Frisks lines,
youse a sniper?
bitch ur blind!
U cant even see that your shit dunt rhyme!
And i dont need to talk big,
Coz my skillz shine thru,
All u do is chat shit,
Everyone knows i talk true,
so quit wi th back chat black rap, now,
Coz i set traps that cause cats, rows,
engage in combats wi gats so loud,
they burst eardrums like bombs to grounds,
So what u playing at faggot
u a maggot with a mouth
U got balls?
We'll see, when i carve them out,
U frisk th badman, frisk the skip???
How u gon' be calling ppl batty boys,
When ur name screams 'BITCH'
fucking cissy! ur a fucking prick!
u on this all the time,
yet u still spit shit!
N i was born to brew storms n kill on tracks,
Form lyrics that errupt and attack in packs,
So strike n light me up n like flames to gas,
Ill react, n smash u twat with lyrics so hard,
that they'll leave u both physically n mentally scarred,
N u dead wrong thinking u haven't been merked,
When every man thats spat has left u burnt,
Radikulus is moving n i suppose the truth hurts,
but insult to injury? im a girl, n thts worse.

LAYDEE DIOR MERKAGE

Laydee Dior, why u crying?
is it becoz i just caught u lying,
caught u trying to be defiant,
faking n smiling tho ur heart is dying?!
see,
flat chested bitches, how they do bark on,
but if fists fly they the first ones gone,
words like storms n lines like waves,
mc's that thunder like hurricanes,
And hard as nails i ricochet,
N spark any tart hu dnt believe the name,
so drop the baseline n lay ur best disses,
Curse me all u want but u can keep on wishing,
cause im a menace that'll never be slipping,
Think u can verse me? girl plz stop tripping.
So play how u wanna wen u wanna feel nice,
Say what u wanna if u wanna start a fight,
Be how u wanna be but u'll never be right,
cause when u wanna be the best test ur shit all night!
Im something a little like devil spawn,
Ur a little like Judas; that devils pawn,
ur as deadly as an early morning yawn,
So whatever it is u got plz bring it ALL on,
See I dno who u are but laydee Dior,
Radikulus is clashing so hear my call,
resounding, reverbrating inside ur minds walls,
So fire back n quick before the battle grows cold.

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

wagwan

im form bradford nd have jus started spittin dese r my firt ever barz n i wna no wt u fink


im a devious dan
im a white boy but a blacked out man
step up 2 me n u wil gt bang
double jab ryt hook left hook slam
n no i dnt give a dam
if ur from bradford or afganistan
u murk me no i dwt u can
coz i bust my kicks jus lyk jackie chan
loook man
ur mum needs to loose 10 stone n
her bum gts used lyk a contract fone n
her pussy stinks lyk a pakis home n
u gta have ur manz cnt fyt on ur own n
ill mek ur hed look lyk a cone n
make ur gurl scream n moan n
ill make u wna run off home n
ull gt ripped all u do is groan n

so cud u help man out n say were i cn improve n shit sfe

i gota say jakkyy... you verse was shit however the concepts of you verse made me laugh...

your probably the best newbie i've seen on this site but try to refrain from using the same work at the end of each bar...

your structure of verses is great as it flowed on perfectly and it was not choppy...

i noticed in the other thread that you want some pointers... check out my Battle Tactics thread i've posted for some pointers on clashing and improving verse...

Ye it flows perfeccctt,
U dint av to force line to fit either which shows uve got real potential.
Hit up cjs page, it'll help u loads.
Stay kl, for a first drop thts kinda sick.
x

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

On a riddim i step neat, sweet, bonefide,
Bring heat tht'll kill em gotta ride wi the fire,
Bonnie wivout Clyde, taught how to survive I,
Split pricks like fractions its ur crew i'll divide,
Slide wi da meanest messy team on the green,
Hit scenes from the North gotta lean wi dis feen,
Clean wi da headshots, ima make moves,
Bust like a true youth spittings what i do,
Boy u dont know how i spray these barsss
Going on shower, a rise wi da starsss,
Born to go farr, Radikulus, spell it right!
Leave th imprint from my ring on ur face if we fight,
Ona night its missions, dnt draw for the tool,
If im seeing u im seeing u, dnt call for ur fools,
Ball for a goon, if its war, then its u,
Dont fuck about, trust its, raw wen i move.

just a lil thing

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*



Edited 2 times. Last edit at 06/04/08 04:36PM by Radikulus.

A proud drop

When i step to the stage ya all stood cowering,
When i catch ya faces trust theyre all screwed glowering,
My skills overpowering, n u know the flow,
I spit Antartic, hence why u froze,
Catch a blow, Chronic, im on it when i throw,
These bars like Sars i send em on n watch u choke,
Opponents grown lethargic comparable to me they've stopped,
I recharge the beat largely cuz am too hot to fall off,
Too rock to be rap, too wrapped in beef to not rock,
N when i drop rap its ur teeth my lines knock,
Jaws that i pop with glocks metaphorically,
To shock i spit bullets n have u begging comically,
Ur anatomy tells a different truth to what u spread,
We all recognise that that aint a dick between ur legs,
Ur dead, departure close, in this game theres no jokes,
Ur throats begging to get slit n produce a new ghost,
Coast to Coast i roll, shit, ur yet to leave home,
How u boast ur reps grown when u still ride low,
I expose ur phoniness n have u fearing ur life,
Patrolling hoods deep, i'll even joust wi th wife,
Strike down n smite, simple, im out wiv a knife,
Sights on a player who suggest his games tight,
I fight n seek as flaws seep from ur persona,
My evil side reep, opponents asleep ina coma,
A rise in male donors, the body's kept intact
But if the patient need a brain tht was lost on impact,
See motherfuckas need direction n im receiving they words,
Couple rounds from this heat got him all over his girl,
His pearly white spine peeping from the stump in this neck,
Bitch crying, keep whining ima blast on her next,
If u step to Rad then ur destined to get gunned,
Machine gun; desperate, combination'll stun,
Reduce lifespans remove eyes n tounges,
When i spit ya get licked watch u foam, u cant run.
Its nasty, messy, i'll take away ur whole identity,
Im blessy on my ones, trust this life aint elementary,
So when ur gonna rush, shove I retaliate merrily,
Cock back squeeze, leave u headless in a cemetary.

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

Ya reps is jokes so im calling u clowns,
When i step i bust heads n red drip to repaint ya face to frowns,
Yall best gather round, get to know this dame,
Who sprays more venom than a threatened king cobra snake,
Youse make mistakes stepping to this fiend im fiestyyy,
Im like buying a club out coz my 'bars' be priceyyy,
Ill mow u down if ur in my way, i bun all in my path,
Ill leave u high n itching like you allergic to the Grass,
Im purging on ya ass, drain the blood from ya veins,
Use a mic on the masses n sway a man from this game,
See, Im hypnotic n suave, mucho loco too macabre,
Me cabeza gots a screw loose so move to me get used the hard way,
See u fools aint nothing, should see these lines as a deterent
Coz ill wipe the grime from a man like a washing detergent,
If ur truly observant, u won't mix with these affairs,
When i spit bare bars n climb up ranks like stairs.

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

BAZZA-B MERKAGE (Some personal beef, this am jst using as my notepad if u get me)

1, 2, 3 to the 4, Bang goes Bazza blown out his car door,
1 pussyhole who believes hes on raw, But nw am on war swing straight for ur jaw n,
2, 4, 6 to the 8, ur a fat motherfucker who always acts bait,
Play ur a badman- bitch lose weight, n wait coz Rays gunning for u!

This mans a wussy bragging bout bagging my shit,
Riding wiv a click so thats a pussy waggon wiv dicks,
Ya flicked off ona movement, aint nowt behind the eyes,
But u turn urself on when ur spying out the guys, u faggot,
Who don say ray was ur best mate??
Now i spray bars to ridicule n humiliate this fake,
Bazza-B, MR..Dont-Fuck-With-Me,
MR, So-Bad-Al-Bruise, but who got abused at school!
Thts right bitch, what was it kids used to call u?!
Augustus gloop, nah BRUCE, Bogtrotter,
Coz u ate ur weight timesd two, u fat fucker,
Did u forget av known u for going on 17 years,
So i know ur tears u queer, n how t manipulate ur fears,
I always said u wa stupid but then again, no-one thought u were bright,
U lie compulsively to hide ur paranoid mind,
Mans too prang...A coward who darent tell his mum tht he smoked?!,
Never mind smacking a man up, ur a joke just dont,
Even try to promote this fakeshit, its wasted,
After this no mans gonna believe u can break hips,
Take shit, face it, Alex ur ships sank,
I think i heard aidan call maybe its time for his wank,
Kissing his ass but then again aidan kisses urs,
I thought he was sound until he took ur side in this brawl,
U'll both fall, av had enough of it, what the fuck u take me for,
Yeah im a bitch, get over it, al have u shitting bricks when im raw,
See U knew th stakes in the game when u tried to come play it,
I didnt grass on ur ass but i wish i had coz u laid it,
Out on the line n blamed it all on me,
U backstabbing bastard i hope u die painfully,
Screwdriver to the neck thats an improvement on my last thought,
I had u in my mind skinned alive n flayed on ashpalt,
Then ur ass hauled over to some big fuck off steps,
Kerb ur jaw, poor some oil n burn u next t ur flesh,
Ya death not in th papers, just ur face under 'missing'
U can retaliate with what u got but my pace is never slipping,
When am swinging then am hitting n am aiming at ya nose,
Who says tht rays grown im still out to kill foes,
So know, im going nowhere, tht ipods put ur name in black,
Am out on vendettas aint no way im going back,
U can sack that, bitch ad rather have my,
Eyes carved out n replaced with two balls,
Id look like u but better n have two more than u all....

(first draft, cn comment if u like bt changes definately will be made to it n due time)

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*

am guessin u gots a lot of hate towards this dude?? lol


ya bars r tyt tho.. props

lol big time, we used t be like brother n sister, we grew up tgether n tht,
but th arsehold jacked my ipod n £150 off me n then cusses me out t ppl.
so yeah ha, aint no love gna be shown to that wanker.

Thx lol,
stay kl ye
x

*Dont fuck about, trust! Girl Got Game*