Snatching Candy Part deux

… Continued from Part 1.

Remember these are just young’uns, so excuse some of the content.

Prince Momo

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ohman your barz don’t belong over here,
they worse then off jim jonez or britney spears,
biggie wernt from the west he was from the east,
man u chattin crap like its comin outa your ass,
homie look up and give the world a glance,
never heard bollywood never herd bhangra,
your a man so messed up i see you takin viagra,
not only you take that crap i kno for a fact that you on the overload,
viagra tablets in the closet worth of 2 years stored,
letz get back to bollywood,
i understand you from there so i guess thats your hood,reppin for them actin like everythingz really all good,
homie you a real wannabe thug?,
ma homies owned largest supply of cocaine in engalnd the £160 million pound worth of drugz,
homie this aint no lie it was on the news,
you can’t afford that crap thats why you on the solvent abuse,
cuz i now realise that crapz got to your head,
stop sniffing that crap its gonna end you being dead,
instead do summat decent go to the mosque read the quran,
introduce it get rewardz from the rest of your clan,
remember lifes not about what you can fulfill,
its about the the deeds you do to get the precious life above in the skiez,
homie no lies,quit the rappin and do yourself a favour,
stand up for you religion be alot braver,
asalamualaikum waramahtullah,
forgive me for all the cursing but i aint a mental retard,
allah gave me and you knowledge,we gettin free studies from skool and colllege,
lets use this to expand islam across the world leavin no place untouched,
for allah loves one who spendz in his path,
forget the dissin now brother you do the math

M.O.S

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people please/what the hell is wrong with your mediocre rhymes/
viagra have ya bleeding like the niagra falls/ochre wit the lines/
of news reports on that ish being fake/about as much as y’all/
they say the pride comes before a fall/ well all of mine stands tall/
and rest in peace to the deceased peeps/ legends of the art/
scholars that departed/ B.I.G/ Pac’ releasing/ a lesson in heart/
soul and mind/ you fools never cold wit the grind/ ethic so hard/
leaves you scarred like barred drunks from bars on the boulevard/
brother please don’t chat cocaine crap/ because my propane raps/
will ignite a fight to right the wrong of the bong that you lapse/
out on/ and fool don’t ever disrespect the intellect of me/ n B.I.G/
flow perfect/ cadence worth it/ no patience’ll leave you crazy/
from my schizophrenic flows that have you tripping out of here/
never flipped a brick/ but i’m getting up out of here/
see i’m from the bottom/ rotton to the core/ copping them drawers/
of clothes/ whilst you’re outside with thighs the size of a ****s/
******/ so them jeans don’t fit/ but on me they equivilant of iced wrist/
so sick/ so frozen that i’m myself in cryogenic form/ so desist/ cuz i’m/
gutter gritty/ i utter to cities to come to me and ultimately lose it/
because i’m the truest/ you the bluest like fools wit cholera/ u lose/ quit/
because I’m the master of the rhyme/ and the king of the beat/
i cause wars/ so its a disaster of the time/ to bring all of the heat/
defeat will happen like iraqis shutting that american **** down/
better pull out before it happens to you/ a big mistake in all ways clown/
so both of you better frown when this sound downs its strength/
through the mic/ and this letter will be reknowned/ so screw the length

Prince Momo

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homie homie what you on about,
listen cuz homie your just whacker then whack,
you don’t know how to rap,
tryna diss me and borderline is the furthest you’ll ever go,
cuz homie that was your beginning and now the ending,
stop your whack rhyme sending,
homie just quit before you make a bigger fool of yourself then you already are,
il beat you straight up out on the streets or whether you behind the bar,
i don’t know why you think your above average,
infact your way below average,stop being a clown homie it ain’t the clownage,
i give cred to borderline masha allah he good,
your so whack homie your worse then the birdman oldskool,
homiez like you don’t deserve a reply,
believe me homie,you a whack homie,face the facts homie,il blow your head off homie,
start hate and you’ll never have a sweet life homie,quit the beefin homie,
talk about somethin’ different you rustler,homie ima real hustala,
got ma back covered for life,
ma homiez will hit u up while we rollin’
blow your hood off the map with ak’z while we rollin,
homie picture me rollin,il kill you while you just strolin’,
you people just never learn,
quit while you can before i make you burn,
once that happens homie you’ll be outa the worldly concern and kicked out on the street,
cuz your record company be like wanna new track eff you pay me,
stay away from this business homie do yourself a favour,
this just a lil flavour,dont try and get to claver(clever)
back to you homie you’ll thank me later on i’l be your savior,
cuz homie i think you just having a period of disorderly behaviour,
i suggest you go to see your GP or a emergency doctor,
leave this behind homie take it and move on,
don’t come back homie your the only person you can put the blame on,
but homie thankz for makin me better il just fly by and flame on

Truth Seeka

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So, the seeka decides to join the fray and the mix,
aerosol lyrics like a spray of lynx, required to repair your soul cos bruv…your lyrics stink,
repetition of ‘homie’ grows like mould upon me,
feeble attempt to de-throne me,
jab from a needle required to control thee,
Prince Momo, i can’t take these whack rhymes no mo,
Prince Momo cries, ‘i gotta go home’,
one sec, i’m makin mince Momo pies, i betta phone home cos your no mo,
2pac your idol, you got bruises and bone idle, you need an ice pac to soothe your viral,
infestation in spinal chords, snapped by tribal words, spoken in tongues,
not understood by hip-hop hooli-guns,
your contribution to toy gun crime, a walk in the park, your having a good time
allow hip-hop man, I’d rather listen to grime,
Underground urban landscapes, give you black eyes and knee scrapes,
same word rhyming, so what, you got unorthodox timing,
i’m climbing tree-tops and mountains, quench my thirst with water from ZamZam fountain…

Prince Momo

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truth truth i don’t see it around,
stop the exaggeration cuz il hit you up like a bloodhound,dont **** around,
**** blackeyez homie il murder you on the street,
get sent down for worthless crap cuz of you,
homie im you times two,
your so weak i can see it in your barz,uselessly blatant,
ma barz are stingin you allover homie unluckily im latent,
your actin’ like satan,homie to me your like a lil ant,
whether your alive or dead it don’t make a difference,
im making a difference homie im just too advanced,
homie whats that about “i gotta go home”
your the one with a parental curfew homie go home get into bed,
think its way past your bedtime time so go sleep before you get slapped across the face.
ma rhymingz in place,im too good for you homie im displacing you limb by limb,
basically like a displacing material in chemistry,im too clever for you homie thats why i got the rocket science entery,
now im here showing you ma rapping artistry,
worra difference homie see your just too whack,
lay of the crack think its seriously messing with you brain,
ma barz just messing you up homie im leaving a huge stain,
homie i dont need to try to de-throne you,
what you on about you never was the heir to the throne you no majesty,
im undoubtedly the realest MC out here,
this too easy homie itz like drivin a car homie easy like holdin the wheel to steer,
you an alci homie you addicted to beer let me just make it clear,
you manz really don’t get it do ya,
your the biggest fool on this forum brother,
next time you try an diss me i know for a fact you cant cuz these bars gonna make you stutter,
homie you just gonna be scared of me like you scared of dogs,
your rhymes too whack homie they belong in bogz like the rest of you crap,
delete it before you get too big for you mind,
you can’t lean with it rhyme with it bop with it shoot with it homie you just tooo whack for it,
lets cut the story short,you gay homie men make your boat float,
you just heard what i said i think your mama callin go **** off to bed………

Truth Seeka

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Whats with this explicit content? censored language?…..
oh yeah, i forgot your mum will be here in a moment with your packed sandwhich,
White bread, crusts off, just the way you like it,
I’ll rip manz jaw off as soon as you try to bite it,
Kick toxins into your crotch, take your blood specimens and head back to the cotch,
I don’t drink beer, only Brandy and Scotch, Boy sit back, don’t try it, just watch,
You plant-pot MC, just spitting gibberish, you can’t stop MC, just commiting ghiba-ish,
Commiting slander as you speak, igniting the propaganda against the seeka, to its peak,
But I’ll come slue waste man, come break your face man, other heads lyrics you just copy and paste fam,
Still the use of ‘homie’ in excess, will pump you full of lead as i drive by in my lexus,
This two faced, brace-face will get laced, he’s bare haps just coz he used the word’ displaced’,
but your misplaced lyrics will get disgraced by my mix tape, so you betta get ship shape cos i’m coming mate,
Inject you with pathogens, your suffering from retroviral complacency,
it’ll contaminate your glycogen, got a suicidal tendency,
The use of synoptic words gives one the ability to cast an optic curse,
an encrypted verse sends you to sunday church,
Cos avatar, Tupac with a cross across his neck, don’t disturb me while in prostration to allah across the deck,
i’ll skin you and turn it into human leather, now who’s the one sounding clever?……..

Prince Momo

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homie your a fake,
calling yourself to truth seeka man you chatting balls,
you aint ever gonna have a mix tape the way your going,i’m hitting you back up but i’m mind blowing,
spit flying bars flowing,im a superstar with the staggering mic,
you don’t drink homie you just lying straight,face it homie you just a fake,
i’m always gonna rule over you blad you just garbage material i call waste,i’m truly aced,
why you talking about pac it don’t hurt me cuz he just ma avatar,
you cant diss me so you diss a dead man,dats the lowest of the low,
scrap that crap bin it man you don’t know what you saying,
i’m addicted to this like a junkie on heroin,
listen cuz you ain’t even worth anymore then a penny coin,
go home blad get into you den,
your WEAK man i gotta keep repeating this over and over again,
but i don’t have the time no more,ma album be out on the shelves priced £9.95 in your local music store,
listen for sure how many of you got ripped on the floor,
lets see how many flows i can create,
two faced where that from?you talking crap outa you ass crack,
get off the mic you really aren’t **** man,il go make a cup of tea before you reply back,
you looking for the throne homie its already claimed,
not by def jam not bad boy not even black wall,matter fact i own that throne,
i’m muslim man i’m class man i’m the best man i’m the real man,
i’m the best brother out,cuz of you i think hip hops dead,
you making useless crap homie its too hurtful to see,
ma eyes cry cuz of these misplaced bars i gotta read,
man you spend more time on the net then the whole of the google team,
see read this listen to the stream,mixin perfectly with all the top 10 beats,
ma threads be out soon on your local radio stream,
your rhymes too whack homie they be continuous buffering without the start,
cuz they worthless just like you,in ma eyes you just another brother fantasizing over dreams you a counterfeit phony,
your like a MC speaking up like you just a rocking pony,
homie im truly genuine,you ain’t hard cuz you a internet thug,
your rhymes coming to me i read and shrug,you read mine i make you frightened,
you a pathetic fiend,you’ll be sorry you intervened,
i can go on with this day and night,
from dawn till the early peak of the pitch black darkness,
understand this and comprehend,
im basically too superior for you,
mentally physically im all over you,
you like mobb deep and chino XL dissing a man well known for this gangster rap,
im on the blow i’l have you contemplating suicide,
don’t worry I’ll help you strap up wire you for you to blow yaself,
cuz you ain’t no test,shut up give your mouth a rest,
haha your just too easy,using bigger words don’t make you clever,
its just shows your way too sad so you sit at home and read the dictionary,
under parental guidance of each phrase,
oh bruv you make me laugh,mess with me again il have you for weak rhyme sending,
im still too good,send ma rhymes clearly across all four corners of the world,
don’t ever think i’m scared of ya,diss ma mama again il have you thrown off the end of the world,but 1st il torture you till the end of time,you rhyming grime,im in ma prime,
to understand this you need a mind of a new york brother,
you so whack can i call you sister?? haha
i just got at ya,your rhymes are lame i’m making it fall back on ya……..

Truth Seeka

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I come with the greeting of peace, but when i leave, i’ll leave you in pieces,
rip every limb from torso, but morso, leave you in the midst of cow faeces,
Your emphasis on the word ‘homie’ seems as if you’ve got no friends, your lonely,
Lone boy, got no home boy, You wanna be my friend?……..Get out of ma face you don’t know me?!
Coming back with whack rhymes, cuttin you no slack, I’ll wack your back bare times,
Got words lodged in your throat, so to dislodge them i’ll kick you like a billy goat,
Bare adjective use, as if he’s going to subject me to abuse,
but my simple verbs, leave you unnerved as I hit your dimpled face against the kerb,
A gangster wannabe, rolles on road, sees the po-pos and he’s half way up a tree,
My voice is sweeter than Abdur Rahman Al-Sudais, i’ll own you like how Abu Dujanah owned Quraysh,
Wearing a red-turban, yeah i’m a sub-urban soldier, brush you off like dirt off my shoulder.

Prince Momo

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listen man you no match for me,
simply cuz im too clever you just too gomie,
for once in your life get off the net,
you replyin on this throughout the day,your so lonely thats why you reply 24 hours a day,
ma evidence proves you a internet rapper,from july 5 months 2 december you got more posts then me times by 25,
listen to ma jive,im you times by two,
now you do the math,ive done mine you a internet rapper with no skill,
you rapping words that mean crap all in the eyes of city renown kid,
you messing with the wrong brother il have you workin for me life occupation slavery,
only geeza i give cred to is borderline,you way below the borderline of insanity,
i smell ****y is the way you spit,il rip you apart bit by bit,
until the day you have no body parts,you just uselessfly frail brother you got no hope,
i dont need hope cuz iv already got glory,give it 2monthz and you’ll be chopping chicken in tha butchers shop,
il drive past looking at you lauffing at you all the way home,
listen you can write out bars but you cant spit em out,
you just a internet rapper thats all you ever gonna be about

thats the truth “HOMIE” but you ain’t never gonna be a G,thats the 1st time ive used it so you stop rapping about ma overuse of the word “HOMIE”,oh letme count for you thats the second time its been said,
jump into bed,it was about few dayz ago you started to diss me,”HOMIE” don’t get jelous i know you wanna kiss me,
thats tru “HOMIE” ma rhymes like me too bliss to handle,your rhymes to crap they too much like a scandal,sooner or later you gonna work in the butchers while i’l be known around the world like Georg friedrich handel,your too frail you shoud have a sign sayin fragile,handle with care,i’l scare you off with 1 simple stare,i don’t have time for you anymore “HOMIE” but hit me back only if you dare,if you do “HOMIE” then check if your wife at home she probably havin an affair,
it aint fair for you “HOMIE” but lifes truly unfair so does it matter???i see your dreamz of becoming big really low damn they shattered,ok thats enough of the bars from me,hope to hear from you “HOMIE” cuz i really cant be asked at the moment so think your lyrics through and through before you attack me,if not you’ll be like red meat on your dinner plate,thats ma debate,now you decide your fate,lets count the amount of times the overused word was used, count them now i guarantee theres only eight,incase you can’t count it goes a lil summat like one two three four five six seven and eight

Truth Seeka

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Oh I see, you another one of them jam doughnut MC’s, just spraying jam and icing on screens,
Half-fried, slow styles, get posted on Hi5 profiles, but i’ll entice you like the pied piper,
I know these ciphers are difficult for people with low IQ like you to decipher, but still try harder,
Punchlines, packing a punch powerful enough to crack spines, maimed soldier left to languish on the side lines,
I can feel your anguish, i’m the one fighting in the front line,
Momo rigor mortis decides to forfiet even before i clutch the mic forth with, left to rot in his death pit somewhere in Dorset,
Even with unplugged mics i give wannabe thugs like you, frights with steel pipes,
I’m calling for more oxymoronics please, stab your spleen with metaphors and similies, diagnosed with chronic disease,
Squeeze neutrophils into finger cuticles, smash boys heads against loo seats in public toilet cubicles,
I may be a menace to society, but i’ll help muslimeen crank up da volume in der piety,
A liquid voice with word flow like a stream of liquid gold, Volcanic Eruption like Krakatoa, don’t speak or i’ll come and crack-your-toes-a……..

Prince Momo

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theres no point with you blad you chatting tooo much crap for anyone to handle,
i don’t have time for you thats why ima leave this one out cuz ima busy man,
you a broke ass brother you can’t handle this,
you come out with crap that don’t even come into this,
jam dough nut MC WHAT is that??
icing and jam thats just bollokz man i don’t get that,
bro just quit thats enough of you,
people wanna see more rappers like me and borderline day in day out word to word through and through,
over and over again i keep telling you you whack homie,
but you can’t get it into your head,
read back and listen to what i just said,your cRap don’t make sense so don’t bother posting,
cuz you like posting bro go get a job with royal mail go letter box posting,
i’l never quit to a guy like you,you whacker then whack brother thats the truth,
its the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth now it feels like im an evidence in front of the judge,
quit ask for forgiveness and go ahead go for hajj,

M.O.S

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Now clowns is the time to shut this flaming ish down/
best crowd around the lines like subway vagrants/lost and found/
because no matter what you think or say/ i’m the AK/
that you using/the initial’s of my name that you abusing/play/
with your minds like sick but clever scientists/ and you know the deal/
because on the real if it was you or a mil i’d take the mill/
and leave your ass at the border/like drugged up mexican immigrants/
get you chopped for slaughter like pigs up in the abbotoir/figure it/
in all ways/ because whenever i see po-lice/ i see you ****-piece/
flow weak/ i roll n you creep like paedophiles in the playground/no please/
you crying/so scared like iraqi’s in front of an military sixteen/
a visionary with a sick dream/ feeling very quick with a slick sheen/
of my brilliance you getting hot flashes like girls on the menopause/
when your tunes come on the radio i think the consenus is to better pause/
fetter your course like cia agents on terrorist suspects/ watch it/
because with this hatchet i’ll leave you scars with sars to catch it/
stash your fingers in a letter and have you boys running for cover/
because i’m the other brother exterminating you like afghanis for cover/
from insurance agencies/ whilst you selling your whole soul to that agency/
of the government/you sick trator/ depose you like a godddamn dictator/
so blatantly i pack punches harder than Ali in his time/
shut your a$$ down like diarrhoea/hardly stopping my shine/
because with my rhymes i bend time like God or Vector prime/
transport you back to a era where lines made you sock a nine/
wielding/crime dealing fagg0t/ for signs of denial and lock this dime/
down like weird dudes into freaky ish/ cuz my flows is freakiness/
personified/turn you into frankenstein/whilst you cranking nine/
types of the dance/i use the lance to destroy like knights pleading stress/
but rejuvinated in a second/so whilst you prance like an asinine/
girl/ i will rearranged your body chemistry like a geneticist/
so desist for this is the illest emcee/ with this wrist a a listed tryst/
is being written unlike you illeterate/make you get a twist/
on your fingers/ a dead ringer for a serial killer on jerry springer/
so spasticated i actually feel sorry for you/ ‘for you fall over the pier/
ok/i’m sorry that was a slightly weak rhyme in a certain way/
but i’m a say/that today/i’m okay and you’re eating propane/
so don’t blame me/blame yourself for abusing this wealth of pain/
and love and joy/and the above will rejoice if i always stay true/
to what i am and what i will always be/ a muslim/so what are you?

Truth Seeka

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just like I’ve said,
A deprived kid can’t understand intellectual rhymes coming from an intellectual mind,
No simple stuff created in my cranium, nothing but complexicon lexicon constructed in my stadium,
Take my words linguistically, so understand this, I’ll break your bones exquisitely,
This boy always hits back, with words even more wack than the first, I’ll drink your blood to quench my thirst,
I’ll post lyrical bombs through your letter box, set fire to your thoub and your leather socks,
Shall i mention, broken english, so broken, i’m feeling kinda cringe-ish,soldier unable to stand at attention,
back broken, old stature, you deserve your pension,
Brothers tongues left numb from the look of my hand gun, spit phlegm through your ear, turn brain cells to bread crumbs,
Bait, Momo misunderstood the above sentence, go revise GCSE English again, ask Allah for his repentance,
English literature just became english spit-erature, filling your pituitary glands with desert sands,
I know the above was kind of random, but i know for sure you can’t handle ’em,
i’m to hot to handle, like hot wax of a burning candle, chase you down the street with my sandle,
But still to all my bros here, i give credit, for doing what they do best, so keep at it……

Borderline Majnun

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The rap General’s back
Move back lack lustre rappers
Illustriousness not captured by newspaper snappers
My sheets broader than your tabloid floaters
Rappers with cocaine dreams living in fantasy worlds
Pigs’ll be sky bound before B glamorises criminal underworlds
£160million? Get outta here, you ain’t seen that kinda weight
Most yae smuggled by white guys from Essex bald head and overweight
Why brag about a package that got shift anyway?
Silly lil’ ghetto boy like Donnie Hathaway
Real gangsters don’t talk they walk the marathon
Boasters talk a lot, when ‘ish gets hot they grab the telephone
Singing to the feds giving up their friends
A real gangster told me that’s how the story ends.
I rap like Common Sense
since it’s common to see wannabe Sean Carters
flooding these quarters
Come’on be original stop actin’ like muck – common?
Live up to the greatness of this religi-on
You got heart I’ll give you that
No matter what you keep coming back
Ra Ra aside most important is that
brotherhood stays intact.

Well versed in lyrical sciences
traversed vast distances
in instances like the peoples of the step.
Been far off places
parlayed with wisdom faces
I got you tied like laces so step.
I’m the rap polymath
proly laugh before you get gash
spot your lies with my minds polygraph
Blast incoherent ramblings
of wet behind the ear nerdlings
M.O.S making an S.O.S
rhymes garbled like mind faltering zess
My eyes penetrate your atomic structure
see right through your lazy scripture
I use mental martial artistry
the spirit of Bruce Lee lives within me
You battle me and won?
You must be daydreaming son
I’ll crush you like Bolo squeezed life outta the skinny brey
Put a hole in you like polo, on my solo I hunt you like prey
You better pray for better days
You got it twisted like doing Eid on the wrong day
The hour glass running outta sand fast
Your reign as the 4th best rapper on here won’t last
B be on a higher lyrical caste
Our past was glorious
My present form ominous
Making your future rap career very precarious.

Truth is thread was getting bare tiresome
But Truth Seeker came and gave it some
– injection of word swordplay display
a worthy match for my lyrical gunplay
Tr_th Seeker my bro, saved my best line for you
Wanna know how my gun play?
I’ll take U out like I committed vowel play.

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~ by B Majnun on December 23, 2007.

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