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Post by pgizzle434 on Dec 2, 2009 3:24:09 GMT -5
Location: Santa Marina Beach
Purpose: A club where local rapper gather from all over Los Santos to showcase their talents and square off against one another.
Ruling Gang: None (Only killer similes and hurtful metaphors can give you power here)
Rules of the club:
1. If you come, you battle. (So beware before entering)
2. If you start a battle, finish it. (No running away here)
3. Battles are 3 rounds (3 verses per rapper).
4. Bring ya A-Game at all times (no acts of violence just because you lost the battle)
5. If all else fails, reference Rule 1.
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Post by pgizzle434 on Dec 2, 2009 3:34:26 GMT -5
Rapper Baby Bag enter the Notepad. The MC announces his entrance and the crowd goes ballistic. Baby Bang steps on stage and takes the mic.
BB: What up yall. I am the Breaker of the Beat, the One who walks on snares, the MC with no hook; Baby Bang reppin the Snowflake Brims. No bangin on that one but just stakin my claim. Listen yall... I been here that while I been in the studio with my dawgs that GMM cat... Sorry that GMM kitten dissed me before he went on his lil tour. Well I dont know what he said but I got news for that kid. See, while he out workin hard on stage, Im chillin out maxin, relaxin, all cool, just shootin B-ball when Im not in my pool at the crib. Or Im the studio makin it stank, cuz my rhymes so hot it can start to peel the paint off the wall and the ink of my tablet, in my mind cuz I dont write no more cuz I aint got time. *The crowd goes into an uproar after Baby Bang finishes his sentence* But anyway if you wanna battle Kay-J just hit me up here at the Notepad. Im always open to destroy an WhimpC like you and all ya lil rappin buddies.
Baby Bang drops the mic and walks off the stage. The crowd is astonished at Baby Bang's blatant call out to Kay-J. The MC of the night comes back on stage and announces the next musical act. The night proceeds as normal.
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Post by pgizzle434 on Dec 2, 2009 14:12:03 GMT -5
Dude you definitely didnt read the first post. Rule Numba 4... If you got beef, this is where you settle it.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Dec 2, 2009 14:53:13 GMT -5
Aight. Deliting Post.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Dec 2, 2009 15:03:03 GMT -5
Mikey walks onto the stage after being intruduced by the MC. Then Mikey takes the Mic and proceeds. The crowd cheer him on.
Mikey: I'm Mikey Muthafuckin Diego Nigga What It Do, All Black Chucks Yellin Out SUWOOP, Known By Them Niggas That Be Wearin All Red,Thats Why I Get A Pass Everytime I Ride Threw. Eastside Bounty On The Watts Thats My Click,Niggas Send Dollas,Nigga You Know The Bricks,Nine Double O Five Now You Know The Zip, Top Dawg Light It Up, We Just Gave Em Another Hit.
Ckuz Im An LSB Nigga Black Rag Until I Die See The Brims See The RU's, Yeah You Know We Certified. Im An LSB Nigga, Damu's On The Ride Flames Up Acroos The Globe. Yea You Know We Worldwide. Im an LSB Nigga, When You See Me Better Give It Up, Nun But A L Thang Homie We Don't Give A Fuck, Im an LSB Nigga, Haters Tryna Shut Us Out The Door,Get Yo Walk On, But Ima Keep It LSB Tho.
Mikey finsishes his song and leaves the stage.
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Post by pgizzle434 on Dec 2, 2009 21:38:17 GMT -5
MC: Now yall know my dawg Baby Bang issued a challenge out to anyone who want to go at it with him. Well he was answered by Mike Diego. And here he is to answer him. He says its gonna be nothin to destory him so without further adough... HERE'S BABY BANG!!!
*The crowd roars as Baby Bang walks on the stage*
Baby Bang: What up all my people? I see yall been hearin this LSB nigga talkin bout he a Brim Killa well he lyin homie. He aint never shot nobody and he be beggin his b*tch to sleep in the same bed and sh*t. So im bout to expose this boy. Listen, mic check.
Killin nigga softly, like im chillin wit the Fugees
Shot a nigga while standin, Bodies fall at my feet
How times i gotta say that I run with the Kings
But ima Brim nigga, you will get killed nigga
LSB aint shit, you aint real nigga
Now shut the fuck up before you get killed nigga
Im chillin with the models and hoes
You hang with the Brims on the low
I really go to war
But yo clique want war no more
*The crowds screams with approval*
Baby Bang walks of the stage and gets in his Jester. He heads to the airport and gets ready to depart for his up and coming tour.
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Post by Michaelangelo Diego on Dec 3, 2009 11:35:12 GMT -5
MC: Well, Mikey was answered by Baby Bang. But Mikey is again here tonight! (Mikey walks onto the stage, being cheered by his LSB audience)
Mikey: Aigh't, I ain't been in tha' rapper business to long... but I know how to talk unlike that fake ass nigga Baby Bang! I'll tell you who'll he'll be banging tonight... his Mom! Listen to dis you want music.
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suck my dick
Just suck my...
When I was a kid I had a chip up on my shoulder
It ain't getting better even though I'm getting older
People get offended by the way I talk so freely
Pushing up their face and acting funny when they see me
But I'm raggo, damn it, so I say fuck it
If you don't like the way I do my thing, then you can suck it
I really don't give a shit, I really don't care for your approval
I'm a fucking G, I'll carry on doing my shit as usual
Cause
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suck my dick
Just suck my dick, suck my dick, suck my dick, suck my dick.
You know I mean, man?
I'm just trying to be me, man
I'm just trying to be free, man
Whagwan man, let me be, man
What's the problem?
Ya get me?
I don't apologize for nothing
I try to act right, I try to be polite
But I can't take no shite, you best believe I might
Just punch you in your moosh, I war like Georgy Bush
No need to keep it stush, it's best if you just shush
And stay out of my way cause I don't wanna play
Sorry, what did you say? Alright whatever, mate
I don't give a shit who likes it, I don't give a shit who don't
Don't tell me to change my fucking attitude because I won't
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suck my dick
Just suck my...
Bingo, I got the lingo
Come through your window
Starr like Ringo
Beef, chat bout?
I'm involved
Keep near danger like Penfold
Dylan, Lincoln estate, man
Yeah I'm straight, man
Everything's great, man
Talk low it, can't shake, man
Why bother, wait, man
Come and take man, waisman
Come and get me
Killers respect me
You can't sweat me
I'm the One like Jet Li
So come check me
Who wanna wet me?
Fuck that! Suck someone
On a dumb one
I'll touch someone
Try and test Raskit, what a bumbum
Rudeboy, I don't care about no one.
My hat is low, my trousers too
And people say that I'm too rude
But I don't care cause I'm the shit
So you can all just suck my dick
Just suck my... DICK!
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Post by Benjamin Blanco on Dec 3, 2009 22:32:12 GMT -5
GMM O.G./ Well-known Kryptonite Entertainment artist, Kay-J, steps on stage with Rhyno Rodriguez and Loco Lopez with him. The crowd goes wild:
K-J: I couldv'e swore I heard sum brimmy bitch make a challenge. (The crowd starts cheering) There's only one thing to do... DJ, DROP THAT BEAT! (Kay-J starts spitting as the crowd continues to cheer):
This nigga's steady jocking me/
Mocking me/
Trying to plot on me/
Just cuz his girl was stalking me/
Tryin to get up on top of me/
See, I'm the type of nigga that'll wipe you if you pop on me/
You're the type of nigga that'll probably call the cops on me/
And I don't really care, you can get your whole block on me/
I'll buy and sell your bitch ass like a game of monopoly/
Try to get up on my level, ain't nobody stoppin me/
The only way you're stopping me, is if you get a glock on me/
You'll get whacked/
Click-Clack/
SPLAT!/
Bullet in your back/
Witnesses will get shocked/
And rocked/
By a heart attack/
Plus/
It's a must/
That I trust/
Nobody kid/
Hold my chrome/
To your dome/
Grab the pump shotty kid/
Ask anybody kid/
I kick it like karate kid/
You wanna who ploted on the Brims?... Everybody did/
And don't you ever try to bite my rhymes either nigga/
You say you've never lost a battle, me niether nigga/
I'll burn you and your homies up like a fever nigga/
Fuck with me, you'll catch a bullet like a wide-reciever nigga/
K-J: AIN'T NOBODY TOUCHIN ME! (The crowd goes crazy)
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