Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Big Man Tired OF TD Fuggin Wit Him

Big Man said...
Mic check, mic check, um, is this thing on?

Big Man back jack
Herbs study his letters
Like Pat Sajak
Y'all know I can't rap
But, I flow
My voice is the Nile
The world is my studio

I was on hiatus,
Y'all sucked me back in
Hi haters
I see Thor still claiming Nigel
Still lying on the Bible
DV got you kissing the ring
What Moses say about idols
That's what happen when brains idle
Devils got room to play
You searching for love on the nets
I guess DV is Ray J
Got you performing like Kim K
Smile for the camera
And look for that pay day
Let me stop boo boo
I got no beef, Hindu
Just enjoy the rhyme scheme
Like when Biggie dropped
"It was all a dream..."
Verses stay Juicy
Announce my return to the world
Like Ricardo did Lucy.
Thordaddy said...
Err, lil man, treacherous Stan, betrayal with yur left hand... U fo'get up n that gym, TD like yur right hand man? How much weight u lost on my Internet diet plan? Sayin', "Stan, u can't always sit on the bench n expect tuh b the sandman, put doods tuh sleep and make ladies think they sleepin' n quicksand." Damn, can't even see that I found u, magne. Get paid fo' movin' people, make'm say, "yes I can..." When they read raving black lunatic via TD, they'll say, "damn, that doo insane!" Read CNu... Doods be ready tuh band. Grabs hands and stretch 'cross lands. YOU A PART OF MY PLAN. Get it Stan? Content creation, distribution, memetic execution. Move people through locution. Warring networks to sow confusion. But RAVING BLACK LUNATIC...

Can't forget that black, "Christian" liberationist fusion...

Sucka, I profit n u move'm...

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Thordaddy said...

Err, lil man, treacherous Stan, betrayal with yur left hand... U fo'get up n that gym, TD like yur right hand man? How much weight u lost on my Internet diet plan? Sayin', "Stan, u can't always sit on the bench n expect tuh b the sandman, put doods tuh sleep and make ladies think they sleepin' n quicksand." Damn, can't even see that I found u, magne. Get paid fo' movin' people, make'm say, "yes I can..." When they read raving black lunatic via TD, they'll say, "damn, that doo insane!" Read CNu... Doods be ready tuh band. Grabs hands and stretch 'cross lands. YOU A PART OF MY PLAN.  Get it Stan? Content creation, distribution, memetic execution. Move people through locution. Warring networks to sow confusion. But RAVING BLACK LUNATIC...

Can't forget that black, "Christian" liberationist fusion...

Sucka, I profit n u move'm...

Big Man said...

Thor,
Youse a limbo rapper
Just lower the bar
Like these bimbo broads
Steady fucking for cars
I been a broke nigga
Never lived like a star
But, holla 10-4 nigga
If you feeling these bars
Spit machine gun fast
Don't need an A.R.
Ice Cube did the movie
But, I'm the real criminal from Mars
Just like illegal aliens
Rolling six deep in a car
Fool, you think you a star
Gotta fight back a chuckle
Hardy, har, har
My words were moving men
When you was stalking UBM
Think I forgot how he humbled you
Black bloggers take turns sonning you
You everybody's favorite white boy
Play with your theories like toys
Make some noise
Sombody tell this fool the truth
Drop the mike boy
Walk away from the booth
Big swag always take little swag
And your swag drier than Mick Jag
Big man the Philosopher Stone
Wisdom steady rollin'
Watch me make gold
From the weak shit you throwin'
Monkey boy, I see your hunger
I'm sorry Thor
I stole your thunder

Thordaddy said...

Lil man, 
Don't sweat the plunder
TD so heated
Got plenty of thunder
Put uh weak nigel under
My spells... doods blunder
Reconstitute six feet under,
U???
U hide under the covers
Take cover
'less u have nightmares
Like da blackman undercover
That dood humbled me?
Give it up brother...
Check the record
Dood whipped out the race card
And was instantly smothered...
That brother he dun fur
U don fur
Only similarity
Tryin' steal heat frum my thunder,
Do the illmath
That putjew asunder...

Big Man said...

Thunder and heat
This fool can't be serious
Son you all mixed up
Is Thor bi-curious
Lighting got the heat
Thunder just makes noise
Like a frail white boy
Challening Big Man's poise
I won't speak for the dead
I'm too focused on life
But, you beating any black man
That just don't sound right
Point blank, Thor you trife
Claiming you run your woman
But scared of a devout dyke
Tell us some more about radical autonomy
Better yet, spare us that verbal lobotomy
I got me, and everything I see
You just watch like I was tv
But, this ain't the tube, it's that dude
The one make your liver quiver,
without getting rude
I call myself crazy, kinda like a fox
Your career is over baby,
Holla at The Lox
Nahmean?

Thordaddy said...

Bi-curious?
Try curious
Curious y u so spurious
Not serious
Delerious
Yur deleterious
Meet by boy Eistein
Collapsed space-time
Intuh the paradigm
That had energy equal sunshine
Traveling thru time
That's y thunder
Still dot yur blind eye
That loudness just heat
Of uh diff'rent kind
If this ain't whoopin'
Uh black behind
What is it then???
'cept lil man stuck in da grind... 

KonWomyn said...

"I guess DV is Ray J
Got you performing like Kim K
Smile for the camera
And look for that pay day"

Blog Murda! Where the chalk at? Big jst killed it!

Maaad, maaad props to BigMan and Ill, consistent in style. Y'got my vote...well, unless GeeChee or DV come on then I'm torn.

iLike the rhyme Thor did @ 6:38. TIGHT. Also, dead @ 'internet diet plan'. LOL. LOL. LOL.

skeezamutt said...

RIP TD, BD just ate your lunch like a double cheese