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-Sub Zero Mc-

Whatever you want 8 Bar, 16 Bar, 32 Bar.....

As we get deeper as we get dark//
Eat any emcee like a great white shark//
Thats right - I said any emcee//
Greet you wiv an "Easy" then a shotgun to the Knee//
Thats how we gwan easy//
Thats how we get Dirty//
Thats how we roll grimey - it was me//
Who put a knife thru ya e-y-e//

Im Sub Zero but im Hot!//
Never gonna stop til im shot//
Never gonna stop til i drop//
never gonna fall to the floor cos im too damn raw, for sure//
Not gonna take this $$$$ no more//
Come for the clash, yeah im ready for the war//
You got a gat? Come test a chainsaw//
Blade in ya neck dat $$$$ looks sore//

MC_NIODE

in it for the music not for da fame,
everyday i get hotter like an eternal flame,
spit so raw ya could never say i was tame,
and to fake mc's all i bring is pain.
its niode mc so remember da name,
never gonna change, always be the same.
ill line you up then ill take my aim,
then ill knock you about like a pin ball game.
bouncing off walls aint that just ashame,
ive won this game so lets pop the champagne.
spitting full speed now like a frate train,
so may i surgest get out my domain.
dont be insane, just use ya brain,
its time to move over, get out my lane.
as my lyrics flow down like permanent rain,
that meens when they hit ya there bound to stain.

Fidel Castro

Im the one whose text is so hardcore, it dominates the matrix
makin mc’s feel half the person they were,
scarin up their faces to feed my fix
that’s coz they encounted my chainsaw,
then i sliced em' up into multiples of six
like Hannibal the cannibal, im leavin parts on the floor
a diabolical distance descendant of Mr Michael Myers
hangin em' up by the wall, handin there guts out like flyers
the lyrical equivalent of Jason Voorhees, killin helpless mc’s
got em' beggin on there knees, don’t kill me please,
dreamin of ways on how to kill sooner
leavin em' more $$$$ed up then abused $$$$$es
sharpin my claws like wolverine and freddy kruger
u don’t want to see how my finger itches
makin u sprint for your life, chasin u like I was a hungry puma
u coppin a beat down till u gain a sense of humor (or perhaps even a tumor)
didn’t u hear the rumor, that im down wiv the furher
throwin gold stars like a ninja, watchin your ass tryin to manoeuvre
put u in a anthrax gas chamber and watch yo face come off
your life be gone in 60 seconds, u shouldn’t of set this crazy mother$$$$er off

MC RHYMA G

yeh yeh…..anyway..
cruising for a bruising all-day
everyday, better move out the way ~ I’m serious I dont play, I’m
like busta rhymes when I say I’d "break ya neck",
watch ya step cos, when I rep ~ I dont tip-toe an’
$$$$$’s wanna "flip mo" ~ like skitzo’s,
blazing hydro’s ~ got me shouting out whoa
a~yo ~ "Fu(k the PoPo"
Ladies-Love my "POWERS" that be,
the sex-ual mojo ~ i’m humping wit ya see ~ ya cant get me
I’m hyping-it, stating-it ya "Bate’ an switchin-it like psyhco
never late my motives be classed as loco ~ so much so
peeps be saying Oh No ~ he’s head-in outta
con-trol ~ like a train,
full-steam its fast not slow’en ~ I wont stop
surrender or refrain ~ (pssst) here’s a secret:
i’ve al-ready salted on ya dame’en
ya spits are jus plain ~ My Advices:- jus train
ya thought I was crazy like saddam
but you know whos-sane(me thats who!) ~ when I break ya frame, call me
doctor wit post-scriptions inflictin the pain’en
i’m wickyd slayin, got ya payin
from the "buzz" ~ cos every "line" I be layin
is like hit of herorine ~ like nas "it was written" never in vein,
you see what I’m sayin ~ spitting I’m not even playin
I aint even finished an ya already slain’en
I’d state my claim like malice from clipse "cot damn" its this
"You an’ I, We are not the same"..(continued)..blood
i’m like a clot in ya brain ~ ya better start prayin, quick ta leave
disguise or change ya name ~ I got nothing to lose but more to gain
really im ill ~ so sick I lef' ya head lame
blown out like kurt kobain or fuses at the main ~ sparking
split ya body wid ya acts(axe), so you’d only be de-parting
taking aim at me, its funny cos $$$$$s cant see how hard ~ I’ll be laughin’
Big Pun already said it in:- "Brave in the Heart’en",
I’m "Razor Sharp’en", cold-cutting
so ya stressing chats saying KillaS dark’en ~ smarter then the feds
getting reactions ~ i’ll be leaving mans angry on the regs,
SHOUTING NEXXX ~ I'll be
moving on swift-lee as my combat breaks ya arms an ya legs,
cos this flex is more "RAW”, then vin diesel or if
ya moms was inna Tripple XXX//

bass invada

dark// shark// emcee// "Easy"//Knee// easy// Dirty// grimey//it was me// e-y-e// you are S-H-I-T//

You're rhyming is truly terrible how can you call yourself an "emcee"?

-Sub Zero Mc-

JJOOKKEERR!!

Difference of opinion i suppose, even tho i shouldnt be wastin my time to give you an excuse, im a dj, but $$$$ it, its all good!

You spit den 'Ass Invader'...Spit a GARAGE clash lyric, ill eat you.

Exzes

I believe I heard someone saying the most truthful description of Garage MC's:

'They step up to the mic, and spit the most usless $$$$ that makes no sense but sounds good.'

-Sub Zero Mc-

Garage lyrics dont look good written down. Garage Mc'in is about Hype.

6ft Deep

i dont get the 'but sounds good' [art, what does that have to do with garage?

Exzes

It's true, there are a select few that have a nice flow, it sounds okish on the mic, but when you analyse the lyrics, that's when you realise it's all $$$$$$$s.

MC RHYMA G

“	Originally posted by Exzes It's true, there are a select few that have a nice flow, it sounds okish on the mic, but when you analyse the lyrics, that's when you realise it's all $$$$$$$s.	”

for real..d@s always the case wit some people!!!

Freshes.T

Fresh why did you do it?"
i leave any punk wit hole marks left from my bullets
take a piece of advise and dont consume fluids
my lyrics leave a dent like right hand jabs like Lennox Lewis
cause i've had just about enough of this $$$$
now these $$$$ty garage mc's are bout to become exinct
i don't sleep, i get my rest inbetween my blink
i'll leave you dead and use your blood as my inc

blap blap!

Dj Vex

Vex caused the net-to-shake... neck-to-break, on these wanna be vet's-that-hate/
try to forget-the-greats, when we're the reason ya text-is-shaped.. come and getcha-plate/
spit with a collective-slate known to connect a hectic-state, thats making you step-to-fate/
rep-ya-gate, death-is-late... so i'll bring this hand back and when it snaps, set-the-rate/
when i let the heat-free, none of yall could beat me, every victim... drugged-in-key/
i'd show-one-death, but i beat you all and theres no-one-left, aint that-a-$$$$$?/
raps-that-rip, cats-that-sick... check crews we the illest? a blackened-list/
attackin-fists thats smackin-lips, Vex's got a higher death count than action-flicks/
seems the wackest-cliques imagine-this, feelin caged in... when we're the savages/
the damage-is ravaging, cant hold-it-in, spits so hot the touch scolds-ya-skin/
mold-the-wins, kids you wont think you're so flexible in flow after ive stole-ya-fins/
cold-as-sin... rolled-ya-chin, words now dont speak-so-easy, so freaks-believe-me/
i try to get these geeks-to-leave-me, $$$$ it i'll just spit sick heat til each-is-queezy/
watch these $$$$$es-plummet... the stitches-comin til ya all feel sick-at-stomach/
$$$$ it......

FastlNlFurious

HHHAHAHA


Mutha$$$$az yall betta make way/
Fast n Furious got sum $$$$ to say/
Y'all cant rhyme, Ya'll sound lame/
$$$$$ Pleaze ya'll sound tha same/
Your all like Benzino tryin 2 claim Fame/
You lot sound like a bunch of corny MC's/
Its the blatant difference between you and me/
Sub Zero MC ur lyrics make you look like a peewee/
MC Rhyma G juz cant Rhyme so let it be/
look man ya'll wack cant you juz see/
Cmon boyz lets be real here/
Y'all belong to the Spice girls Agency/
A wanksters gettin big imma conk that punk Freshes T/

Excez proved a point at this time/
The way you lot thought you was a G was ur only crime/
If you were on the street ill throw you a nickle and a dime/
Cmon dawg Dj Vex wanna bring his cru/
This might hurt but i wannabe honest/
ill juz laugh and mistake him for a fool/
Fidel Castro talks about Mike Myers n Freddy Kruger/
He shat himself watching them when he was a minor/
Look boyz i aint no hater/
Im juz gettin warmed up/
Please dont let this weak $$$$ getcha/
coz if this $$$$ is hurtin ya/
you better back off now or later/
othawise your ass gon get murdered like 2Pac shot ya/

MC RHYMA G

..lmao (O.M.G wah u on!!!)
4 mentioning my name ~ Im not even gonna try an think of anyting to reply back blud ~ d@ ting I read of yours was straight up wack..or shall I say it was a waist of time (your time..lol)

heres a quote jus for you though.."..~ I wont stop
surrender or refrain ~ (pssst) here’s a secret:
i’ve al-ready salted on ya dame’en
ya spits are jus plain ~ My Advices:- jus train
ya thought I was crazy like saddam
but you know whos-sane(me thats who!) ~ when I break ya frame, call me
doctor wit post-scriptions inflictin the pain’.."

ok cos its u heres another..".. ~ smarter then the feds
getting reactions ~ i’ll be leaving mans angry on the regs,
SHOUTING NEXXX ~ I'll be
moving on swift-lee as my combat breaks ya arms an ya legs,
cos this flex is more "RAW”, then vin diesel or if
ya moms was inna Tripple XXX//.."

keep practising though fast'n'F'...1NE-RhymA(droppd d bomb cos RhymA cant go wrong )!!!

peeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaceeeee.