Fan Site Battle of the Rhymes!

[SycGhost]

Can you flow?dreamer, seem like you ain't got the "know"/ til you open ya mouth and spit it do/I'm a kick a flow and rip the throat of the first muthafuck that attempt split sycghost/Can my rhymes glow like ya shit it smokes/like I got a hold on the s.y.c. mic-o-phone./South Omaha's where I call my home/Man I'm a show y'all jokes when I comin thru/with somethin' new/ with the South "O" comin' cold/like y'all gonna do/ somethin true/ cause the hatas got me jumpin 'em not runnin' thru hoops/like these punk ass foos do/got em shakin' like I bump to flows/stop and bump the tunes/ like I 'm runnin' they show/ tellin' y'all how this half breed, choppin by in the black caddy got females callin' me they baby's daddy/got all they family tryna get at me/ but they cain't, cause it's Syc Nation til I rest/ SNP got it locked like my glock I hold to my chest/ Syc ghost who I be/ syc raps what I spit/ half chicano indian not givin a shit/ til I 'm rich in this bitch/so who can flow, who got some lyrics/lyrikal weena step up man,it's time to hear it/ I know you got that brown pride spirit/ take a deep breath, calm down but don't fear it/ my bad, I didn't mean to bag, but you put your words out like you got a rap to spare/ I ain't the best, but at least I pack a pair/
man that shit was all jammed cause I fucked up at work and hurt my hand...
sorry y'all I didn't mean to get you down...but that's all y'all get for now... peace!!

[LyrikalDreamer]

Alright Mr. SycGhost, or should I say MISSUS?/
you wanted my flow here you go lets do this!/
I aint one to bow down/
to some wanna be rapper dumb ass clown/
So get it right little Syc this is how it goes./
It aint about where you callin home/
whether the Big TX or a place called "BIG O"/
Not making much sense when you speak in your flow/
jumpin em not running thru hoops? Fo sho/
that shit makes not sense./
Maybe your game is weak and lacks/
the impact of vicious rage/
Talkin bout your black caddy/
and girls callin you they babies daddy/
when its just a dirty nissan/
and no girls callin you boy, come on!/
Aint no need to lie just to kick it/
with those tired ass SORRY ass flows that you spit./
No need to worry fool/
i'm sure you could schooled/
get those flows kicking /
and get your beats ticking./
One more thing before I bounce on out little Syc,/
Yours truly, LyrikalDreamer, Ima female, not a man, get it right./
And don't worry you didnt get no one down./
Aint no shame, its all in the game. Keep it real SycGhost,/
and remember, I'm tha one with tha most.
One.

[SycGhost]

Yo lyrikal dreamer/yeah you a dreama/rappin like a five year old tryna be selena/whinin' like a singa/I be the syccest shit your weak ass could dream up/but yo let me get off the subject/ cause you ain't nothin but a damn sock puppet/ knocked around by THE BEST cause you know you like it rugged/ and no I caint knock it/battle rap that ass so fast got you screamin "STOP IT"/now I'm a drop it cause I need to be cautious/Sycghost slapped you up for makin me nauseous/but hey look out-watch this/I'm a take another try and get in yo optics/snatch the cash from yo pockets and sell a rap about all this and have yo friends cop dis/ my raps be the syccest/and you rap like the bitches/sorry mis but the Sycghost don't need snitches/yeah you the one walkin around in stitches/ after I slapped you up so bad you like I was diggin 6 feet ditches/don't wanna get in ya britches/cause you probably cain't take this/In the "O" with my fam my raps be the greatest/while you spittin the fake shit/Syc Nation comin at y'all raw and lyrikaldreama bout to get her face caved in/so here's m.o. to this mental instrumental/ yeah I'm guero, but I bite like perro/half dis, half dat eat ya flesh like hot metal and finish ya ass off like another scitzo/should a knew better to come and try test me/those sap ass raps you spit out against me/prove to me you ain't shit BUT a washed out M.C./so do what you do and get some revenge/or hell, we could spit back and forth and still be friends/got nothin but respect for the love of the game/but those words you threw together were really fuckin lame/lyrikaldreama you a'ight/but you need work harder to get ya freestlye tight/maybe stop tryna be a poet and you might be a'ight/maybe one day you'll understand Syc Nation,the "o" and how we rap/til then see ya later but I'll be back.

[LyrikalDreamer]

set trippin on life and what it comes with.
choices and lessons that you learn from day 1
with happiness or heart ache
anger fury and passion and depression
compliments of life, want another?
i'm weary and tired
I gosta bust out this cage
And get rid of this venomous rage.
Bitch life is what I'm about.
Standing tall and still rising up everytime i fall.
Streaming these lines to you making sure you dont misunderstand.
Cant take this shit no more, its outta my hands.
Fuck the lies and tha games, its not what im about.
But im fixing to turn this mutha fucking shit inside out.
Is it really worth the lies and deceptions?
Can you make it thru life with all the suspicion?
Some times it seems each lie will make it better,
when in turn it makes it worse.
Stupid bitch cant even stay tru to your game.
Screaming at the world like it owes you a favor, or two.
But tell me this,
who is the one
that never comes undone?
Who stays around when the shit comes down
and backs you up
when your bling dont shine
and your funds are dried up.
But when it comes to payin up,
you run the otha way
with your damn tail tucked between your fuckin legs.
So what the fuck you gonna do?
Keep on talkin like you got it made?
Demand the world treat you like fucking royalty
with your crown thats got gold inlay?
rolling around with your plated 20's
thumpin on a system that really aint shit.
Frontin like you tha shit when you cant even hit.
So who you wanna front to now that this shits in the open?
Dont fuckin crawl ta me beggin with one hand and flippin me off with tha other.
Cuz its tru the fact that you cant
even begin to imagine this fury
inside me that compels me,
to spit out these nasty rhymes in your face.
Not givin a shit who gets disgraced.
Cuz its all about me, and now that i see,
that no ones gonna care whether life is fair.
so you should get it and get with it or forget it
cuz im not, gonna bend anymore.

And lil' Syc, not once did i diss ya,
I got some mad love for ya.
You got skillz and I admit
that maybe I was too quick
to realize that your hand was jacked
So keep it real keep it tru
i gotta catch some sleep
cuz tomorrow i gots school.
Much love to all, and Lil Syc,
in my book,you're alright.

One.
*bad day can you tell? Had something else on my mind aside from Syc. *

[LyrikalDreamer]

Ummm where SycGhost go? havent heard back from him! YOOHOOOOOO Syc where are you!!!!!

[minilollie]

all yall tight
any calabo's

i am still an amature but if i could i would also flow like yall

but in a matter of time
i'll hook up a rhyme

[SycGhost]

They said Syc couldn't handle it/
Two jobs, 3 kids, still ready to strike you slobs and battle shit/ so quick, so syc, I left the game without no hit/ but I got tired of workin like I hostage, workin, causin nonsense, nauseous cause the Syc One caused this/but I'm sorry to dissappoint no one and be no bitch/ dis boyfriends, twistin hos quick and choke the critics with this, mad at me cause I get so wicked with my sick shit/ I'm just me, a lucky sonbitch from the streets/freestylin with no beats/ holdin my fists to the lips of this pussywhipped homies, thinkin they know me/ But lyrika dreama, I need ta drop the beef and let the fire keep burnin, cause livin a real life is what I need to keep learnin/
But I ain't the dumbass chasin a 5 dolla sack/
til the end of my syc outbreak, holla back
1

[LyrikalDreamer]

damn Syc good to hear from ya again! I'm sure you've checked out the rest of the site and seen my updates on myself....way tied up with recordings and writings. Its all good though cuz I've met some down ass people. Like Q-Unique, Flipcyide, Arkatak, Nameless, B-Real, Pharcyde...oh yea the list keeps going! Gimme some time to have to myself and I'll drop another dime rhyme up in here. But for now, I got business I gotta handle. Holla atcha girl Syc. Ciao.

[DJ flow Keepin it Gangsta]

-Nega I don't want to fuck ya ho-
-but ill let ya bitch suck my dick and lick my ass all night-
-It all stated out with a silley game of fussei-
-and now I got eat out a best friends pussei-

(Remix)
-I'ma roll 84's til' them hoes start clackin-
-Put 'em on they back and got 'em askin' "What- happened?"
- Homie was crackin', it's good to be back-
- See me on the slab with a beautiful 'llac-
-If you wanna jack, I got somethin for you-
-Caught another case, so I gotta call my lawyer-
-Got a fine chick that look just like LaToya-
-And I bet fifty G's on my boy De La Hoya-
-Tryin' to stay free with the loot they pay me-
-Boy I'ma vet and you still a trainee-
-Ballin' daily with my green lady-
-She asked what have I done for her lately?-
-I'ma dog like Scrappy, my girl tried to slap me-
-Caught her by the hand and told her "Don't get happy"
-Still sport khakis, got the Savvy Yola-
-Mr. High-Roller movin Coca-Cola-
-While I stay...-
- High so high.....reachin' for the sky-
- High so high.....please don't blow my high-
-I feel off the wagon, dickies still saggin-
- Blow more smoke than Puff the Dragon-
-Choppin' big things, but you never hear me braggin-
- Pick your chick up and it's gonna be a stabbin-
- Haters get mad and they want my autograph-
- Let me hear you rap, man I promise not to laugh-
Walked the wrong path when I went and bought a half
- Sold out on the cut, now it's time to call a cab-
- Stop at Chimmy Changs for the wings and rice-
- Then to the store, I need a forty and some dice-
- What they hittin' for? Come out with Little Joe-
- Can you play five-hundred on a what? Ten or four?-
- Let'em go, let'em go, boys start leavin-
- Hillwood Hustla, never caught sleepin-
- Bobbin' and weavin', still block bleedin'-
- Ain't gonna quit til' you haters stop breathin'-
- And I stay
-Who said money didn't grow on trees?-
I- came up slangin' them coca leaves-
- Many stories about territories-
-At the Dopehouse, we don't call the Police-
-Feel a cold breeze when I get below freeze-
- Got no love for you studio G's-
- I buy four Jeeps and I got a gold leash-
- But what the Hell is money if you got no peace?-
- Homies in the back and they ready to attack-
And we don't go to clubs where you can't wear your hat
- Homie where you at? Represent, where you from?-
- Land of Dum-Dum where you don't dare to come-
- All you jealous boys is tryin' to destroy us-
- Run you out my city like the Tennessee Oilers-
- Got nothin' for us, listen to my chorus-
- While I sit back and blaze a damned forest-
- Stayin' so...-
- And you know it don't stop...-
- For all my playa partners-
- We don't quit...we ain't goin' nowhere,-
- MAN!-

Stay tough and stay sobber[/center]

[aeolover]

[font=Kristen ITC][/font] uh uh you just jelous cause you know that i'm nb ridaz pretty girl! thats why they dedicated that song to me so don't hate, appreciate,cause after a while i know you will.. cause you know nb ridaz got my back and don't give a f*** about yo ass so in da end you know im da best of da best