Many MC's
Posted by Modem on 2/13/2000
Many MC's wanna know why I flow so tight
Many MC's wanna know why I rhyme just right
Many MC's wanna know how I rock the mic
Without a single drip of sweat falling out of sight
Ain't no need to perspire when I'm on fire
I burn other wack MC's and force em to retire
Go fill out your 401K Plan and go away man
Nobody wants to see the mic in your hand
No need to grandstand, I'll take my own damn hand
Knock the taste out your spit like I was Van Damme
Hit you with a singapore cane like I was Sandman
Cuz you ain't home cooked, you're just like canned ham
As a matter of fact, I flip a style then flip it back
and then I flip it half mast and add it to a track
And then open up my ass crack, light a match then boom
Explosion, knocking out your f##king room
Smell the fumes until you pass out
Then tell me if I'm the ones the fans ask about
And the answer is yes, cuz the best will invest
In a stock plan cuz making money is the quest
And if you ain't got a mission then you better just listening
And drop that microphone out of your hand and stop spitting
Those wack ass rhymes cuz it's half past time
That I pack that nine and cap your spine
Because ain't nobody ever wanna hear your shit
And ain't nobody ever wanna hear you spit
And ain't nobody ever wanna hear you rhyme
Cuz I'm on deck and I'ma rip it down the line
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Jedi Black
Posted by Modem on 6/11/2000
Yo, Yo,
Jedi Black, you're talking shit, I'm talking back
I'm bout to react to the fact that your wack
Wit your hip-hop rhymes, your dull ass lines
A 5 year old could write a better rap than that crap
But I got the knowledge to set if off
I'm taking you to college and I'm a let it off
Get it off my mind the anger I feel wit wack mc's
You couldn't headline a flea market, I'm selling out in Jersey
Philly, New York, yo the real shit's hitting
While my rhyming style is constantly bitten
By fake MC's, I oughta take these
Rhymes you compiled and throw em in a pile
And light em on fire, burn your wack lyrics
Do the industry a favor so they don't have to hear it
But whateva, I know you still will spit your flow
But your times up punk, yo, you gotta go
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Wack MC's
Posted by Modem on 11/30/2000
Oh @#%$, I'm here with a vengeance
I come with a force as strong as Ghengis
Khan, so if you go one on one wit me
You're bound to get burn to the third degree
So you all couldn't step to me
You can try but then you become my property
And properly I knock MC's off the top of the
Charts and bust they @#%$ apart
This here's an art that I designed
To make MC's aware and to open their mind
Cuz their mind is filled wit knowledge that they can't understand
When I enter my wisdom they start to comprehend
That this rap @#%$ don't tolerate no wack @#%$
So step back kid and don't hesitate to ask if
I'm the one who's kicking the linguistics
I hate MC's who's raps are so simplistic
And who ain't saying nuttin but that's the way it goes
Blood flows out their nose from the blows of my lethal flow
So yo this is just a little sample
Of a wack MC who tried to step up and got trampled
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Wack MC's Part II
Posted by Modem on 12/18/2000
Well I've been reading this board for about a month now
Waiting for someone to come and take my crown
But that @#%$ ain't happening cuz all of you are wack
Talking about taking it up your ass crack
Come on, come wit more originality than that
I can kick a more intelligent rhyme in five seconds flat
But however, you still stay fake to the cause
Talking bout how you had this chick lick your balls
You know you ain't had @#%$, your sitting on the internet
Jerking your dick, getting your screen wet
If you were really getting some then you wouldn't be sitting
At your computer, instead you would be out getting
Some, but instead you cum and then you done
On the keyboard and then you think you can bust some
Freestyle up on this board here
Y'all bitches are making me bored here
Reading this @#%$, man, I've read better raps
In the bathroom stall while I was taking a crap
Matter of fact, I can kick half a better rap
Without being awake, while I'm taking a nap
Even in a coma, I'll be rocking over and over
All you wack MC's, you know I crack MC's
In two or three or four little pieces
You ceaze to exist after you hear my rap thesis
Please it's only natural that I speak the factual
This masterful MC will make you pack a full
Clip of lyrics before you face me
And although you got a six-pack, I got a .33
Special, I guess you'll fall to my best flow
You'll twist like a pretzel, after I best you
Test who? Me? Nah you know never to
I'm just to clever to ever to fall
I call on my best raps to beat you all
And after I'm finished, you just stutter and stall
Your mind goes blank, your pulse goes cold
Which means I just demolished another poor soul
But that's the breaks, I break fakes in half
And after you feel my wrath, no one will be around in the aftermath
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Break 'Em
Posted by Modem on 12/20/2000
Oh @#%$, it's time to set it off
Some MC's are gone quicker than a cough
But my goal is to keep things in focus
And to crush wack ass MC's like they were locus(t)s
A joke kid, that's are you'll ever be to me
Damn right you ain't got skills, you're just a fallacy
Talking about killing me, you better think twice
I slice and dice wack MC's as if they were rice
Nice, that's what the ladies say
Oh @#%$, did you just hear them call your ass gay
Right said Fred? @#%$, I might say dead
Kill that wack ass MC, slice off his head
Damn right Magoo, now you're going coo coo
Who knew that an MC could drop so much doo doo
To you, I say, I'll throw a little voodoo
Blew you away wit my rap and your crew too
Boo hoo, don't cry, just cuz you got beat
By the dopest lyricist on this board bringing heat
Meet defeat and greet death
And my name Modem will be the last words on your last breath
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Just Bring It
Posted by Modem on 1/03/2001
Damn, my monitor breaks down and I'm gone for a week
And some suckas step up talking @#%$ when they speak
Y'all thought I wouldn't respond to this @#%$
Rap is an art for me, not something I do for the @#%$ of it
And I never claimed that what I write is a freestyle
Because I think before I rhyme to let suckas know the time
And the time is now for wack suckas to stop talking
Speak for yourself when you call everyone wack
In fact, step back, retract that last statement
That you said, cuz I ain't feeling it in my head
The only competition on this board has been Rampage
All you others need to step the @#%$ off the stage
If you know you're wack, then why even rhyme
You're wasting space and time for the ones who want to get down
So sit down and listen and read and don't get involved
If you have no love for rap, then just dissolve
And take this @#%$ out your favorites and don't visit no more
Your pathetic, thinking you have even the score
Calling everyone wack and you think I won't react
Because you called yourself wack too, that won't save you
My retalitory, imflammatory remarks will make you run for cover
This story is like no other, so let me speak my mind
And if you don't like the rhyme, then fine, whatever
You can speak your mind too but don't think I won't respond
And don't think you won because the battle has just begun
Analycious, your @#%$'s kinda suspicous
And here's a repsonse to Ohfosizzle
Get ready for round 2 because your @#%$'s about to fizzle
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Off The Top Of The Dome
Posted by Modem on 1/08/2001
This one here is off the top of the dome
So leave me alone, pick up your phone and call home
Cuz you know you're afraid of this rhyme wrecker
I come with more tools than black and decker
Resurrecter, @#%$ I be kicking @#%$ swiftly
I got the gift, g, to knock suckas out quickly
And if the, mutha, wanna step on up
They get an uppercut straight to their @#%$ gut
What up, like I said this off the top of the dome
Leave me alone, if you think it sucks, but that's how I roam
No backspacing here, just straight kicking it
So you can straight sticking it, and start licking it
Because I have no time for these other MC's
Please, get off your knees, don't bow in front of me
It's a disgrace, just like that boy anonlycious
I ate his @#%$ up cuz sucka was delicious
Quick it's near the end of this freestyle rhyme
I didn't take my time, I wrote exactly what was on my mind
And ofoshizzle, when I come back, you'll be next
Yea you got my respect but watch out for my rhyming tech
What the heck, I'm finished and I didn't backspace once
That's it for now, I'm finished with this rhyming blunt
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Modem Loading
Posted by Modem on 1/19/2001
Damn, the @#%$ on here is getting vicious
Everyone dissing, from Rampage to Ananlyicious
To Ohfoshizzle, but have you forgot
The hottest MC who's rocking the spot
No not Killa J, but the M-O-D
E-M, and again I lay my legacy
On this board and you couldn't afford
To step on up unless you want me to pull your cord
And then you're flatline by my rhyme
I find I waste time by killing MC's who claim to be divine
But mind your matters and don't talk when I speak
Unless you want me to knock you into next week
And maybe then you will come up with a gameplan
To try and figure out how to take the mic out my hand
Or in this case, keyboard, I come to settle the score
I'm sick of dissing you MC's, I don't wanna do it no more
I'm sick of hearing the same old @#%$
About who's sucking who's dick, y'all make me sick
I'm sick of hearing the same old, lame old
@#%$ that you kick 7 times befo'
And I know that one of y'all will come on up
And try to diss this @#%$, but I don't give a @#%$
You can try but why you'll gonna die
Metaphorically, and historically, it'll be I
Who Killed ya, chilled ya, put you on ice
And if you resurrect, I come back and do it twice
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Finally, People Are Spittin
Posted by Modem on 1/29/2001
Finally some people are spittin some ill @#%$
Something I can feel kid, something I can get wit
Something I can flow to, something I can go to
Ease my mind, wit a rhyme, and kick it down the line
Now it's my turn, when will you learn I won't burn away
I'm like a fire igniting when my rhymes conspire
To take you out son, we can go one on one
Or we can take it to the stage and rap just for fun
Or we can go to the studio and make a cut for the radio
But yo, you know the radio won't play this ill flow
They just play some unintelligent strictly dumb @#%$
I swiftly come kid wit reinforcements
I spit my rhymes like a loaded nine unloading on your spine
As I climb to the top of the pop charts wit lyrics for your mind
But I ain't pop kid, far from it
I pop this rap @#%$ wit more coming
And I'll be runnin off the tip of the tongue wit lyrics that'll come
Off the top of the dome or written from my home
It doesn't matter, either way, I'll splatter
Any wack MC who test me, go get a ladder
And we can have a ladder match for the MC Title
We be walking to the ring and then we'll have a fight til
The end, and I be suplexing you wit my raps
And lay a slap to your face as I slam you down to the mat
And you getting stun when you heard that last one
My raps are like a pedigree like no other when I crippler crossface ya, son
And you hittin rock bottom, I got em
Climbin the ladder, reachin for that title son
And if I slip, I'll be comin back strong
Wit lyrics that'll hit you wit the force of a swanton bomb
Wazzup, head butt to your genitals
After my raps put you in submission, you be reachin for that benadryl
For that headache, bones break when you test me
I climb up the ladder & got the belt, now who's the best, g
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Keep It Tight
Posted by Modem on 1/30/2001
Yo, Spectacular vernacular when I smack a few
Suicidal, homicidal, genocidal like Sabu
Original wit the traditional @#%$ I threw
Up on the mic in about a minute or two
The Mic's broken from the force of my tight grip
The speakers' busted from the sound of my tight @#%$
I might get mad, yo, I just might flip
But I'll get a new mic in my palm & stay calm and spit
Some more @#%$ for the true blue school of hip-hoppers
Non-Stop, to the break of dawn, run away from coppers
Cuz I don't need that @#%$ tonight, I need to rock the mic
I need to prove to myself that I can keep it tight
Like my grip that I have on this mic that I just broke
The crowd was in suspense waiting until I spoke
When I'm bashing and battling MC's, that's my fashion
I rattled MC's, I keep em scared with my passion
For this @#%$ here, so just sit here
And take a listen, ain't no dissing, just respect dear
Am I making myself clear, if not, then just rewind
Until my words fill your mind, and you search and you find
The wisdom that I'm giving in every rhyme I envision
Now listen to my vision as I break it down in division
And then you can add it up and see how it multiplies
I'm subtracting wack MC's until the last one dies
Why? Because I feel I have to slash a few
MC's who think they can drink this rap brew
That I made up and they think they can touch it
@#%$ it, I ain't buying your @#%$, I'll just dubbed it
Your low budget rhymes, yo, I ain't feelin it
I'm killin it, taking the tape out and peelin it
Apart, your @#%$ won't hit the charts
While my rhymes hits ya just like a poison dart
It gets in your system and sticks wit you for life
You'll be spending more time wit my rhymes then you will your wife
But that's aight, cuz tonight I'm gonna light
And illuminate the crowd wit the lyrics I incite
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Damn!
Posted by Modem on 2/1/2001
There's a battle going on, and it started without me
The M-O-D to the E-M, I'll speak my @#%$ loudly
I'm proud, G, to be bustin up on this board here
If you could hear me, y'all be leaving with sore ears
Cuz the impact of my rap hits ya wit the force of a gat
Smacked to your back & your head making your skull crack
Now ya got a fracture, I kill MC's wit my rapture
Your soul I capture, cuz I'm a souless bastard
I have ta, give props to where it's due
Crayzze & Rampage, I give these props to you
And to the rest of ya on this board, bout half of you are tight
And once I read something outta sight, I just might
Mention your name also, but until then
The men who give props to me are the ones I'm returning
Back to them, oh and Dirty Tai
You gave me props too and to this, I will oblige
But enuff of this soft @#%$, I just might get
Mad enuff to rip and give D-Jew a split lip
Fuckin talkin @#%$, bitch, prove me wrong
That my rap is @#%$, I could bust you all night long
How the @#%$ could you assume that these were freestyles
We're typing the @#%$, so we have time to think awhile
Before we type the next line, but this is @#%$ I do for fun
I've been listening and writing raps for about 12 years, son
You wanna talk @#%$, then fine, speak your mind
But do it in a rhyme, don't waste my @#%$ time
Wit your pathetic one liners, you're gonna regret it
If you could flip a rhyme better than this, you would've already said it
But instead kid, you're lying there in your sleep restless
I guess it's the way I responded but this isn't even my best @#%$
So test it, if you may, but you prolly ain't even reading this
You prolly logged on by accident, you couldn't find these raps again
You dumb @#%$, I blast foes wit my flow
Like D-Jew, who knew that you would be the next to go
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Lyrical Tendencies
Posted by Modem 05/13/2001
Intangible, all mics are left flammable
Hammer ya, leaving y'all stammering animals
After I cram a few lyrical intoxicated
Rhythms to your earhole, MC's can't comtemplate it
Complicated thoughts and ideas that are not related
Trying to figure out why some MC's are overrated
How they made it? I'll never know, guess it's the way they flow
Or maybe it's the way their label pimps them like a ho
Whatever the case may be, these MC's displease me
Release CD after CD but none I wanna see, G
Or listen to, I'm dissing you cuz you're coming off lyrically retarded
You're making the charts because you play the part
That the mainstream wanna see but they mean none to me
I'll rep the underground scene as my legacy
Peg MC's with the wack label and send them packing
Some are slacking, acting like they better than this rapping
They deserve a slap in the face and a wake up call
Smell the burnt toast and stop fronting cuz I'll waste you all
I hate you all, these so called MC's who think they are lyrically fair
When they are really lyrically impaired
But enough of them, I'm tossing them out the window
As the wind blows, wack MC's fly by
And I wave bye, I, save my, last laugh
For when that MC goes down the wrong path
And meets up with my flow as we go blow for blow
My mic's grip to my palm as I drop bombs
And the calm is over, the worst is about to drop
I'm knocking MC's out with a flow that wouldn't stop
And it keeps going like Energizer, Ain't nobody wiser
I'm like Macgyver when devising a cypher
And it's about to blow up so throw up your hands in defeat
And admit you can't compete with the elite
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MC Synge vs. Modem
Posted by Modem 05/13/2001
Catastrophes and casualities are a common thing
Whenever I grab the microphone and swing
My lyrical onslaught has revealed you as a fraud
So leave the mic alone or else you'll get scarred
Hardcore may be the path I pave
But once you battle with me, your soul can't be saved
I cast a spell on your rhymes with ease
And I make wack MC's do as I please
None can ever step to this rhyming creature
After this battle, these lines will be feature
In the quotable lines of the month in the Source
Of course that's a given, it's par for the course
My technique is complete with skills and wordplay
As I slay phony MC's with the skills that I display
You couldn't give away your single to a bum on the street
Even he knows that Modem is the one to beat
Defeated, nah, that's not in my nature
I'll take your freestyle, dissect it and rape ya
Of your dignity and pride, you'll feel empty inside
And I'll can go deeper into your psyche and make ya go and hide
Cuz your afraid of this Soul Controllor, Mic Toter
Controlling the Mic and Holding your soul up
For ransom, and here's the note that I left behind
Give me the respect I'm due or I'll erase his mind
Have him forget that he's an MC wannabe
Make him start thinking that he wants to be me
Modem, downloading everything in sight
Just so I can write about it and give it some insight
Aight, nuff said, I marvel the competition
Conduct a few flows and leave em in critical condition
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Mind Intellect
Posted by Modem 05/14/2001
Audacious, corageous, writing pages upon pages
Of dedicated rhymes and rhythms that I create kid
Hotly debated and tested day after day
But I prove my skills with the lyrics I display
So none can step to this, I rock the mic ruthless
Clueless are most MC's who try to do this
Thing that I've conquered, I ran you over like a Tonka
Truck you fuck now die, you outta luck
Buck after buck, penny after penny
I don't know many MC's who can bring plenty
Hot Hits, just like this
I constantly drop shit with the mic that I grip
And you're faces are filled with feces from my rap thesis
When I pick up the mic, the opposing MC freezes
In terror because it's my era
In this hip hop game, I'm considered a Pharoah
So I dare ya to compare ya rhymes to mine
I find when I wander with my mind I can combine
Complex Thoughts into writing, the words I'm reciting
Came from a time when I was fighting
To gain respect, now check the intellect
And fear for ya lives cuz I'm bout to do a mic check
And when I grab the mic, it melts like snow
In 92 degree weather, when I bust my flow
So now you know, as if you were GI Joe
Knowing's half the battle and knowing that you'll never know
How I can be beated in battle, I'll never rattle
My secrets, it be best if I didn't peep it
So I'll keep it to myself, it's good for my health
If I just keep my thoughts up on the shelf
And just express them through a rhyme, when I feel its time
And the time isn't now, so it's time to take my bow
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Rhyme Dissector
Posted by Modem 05/17/2001
Rhyme dissector, disrespect ya wit a lecture
And if you try to step, you'll be leaving in a stretcher
Go fetch the mic for me and I'll betcha
That I can rock the house down cuz I set the
Mood for the night, it's rude when you write
Your wack ass shit that you try to incite
It's wasting my time, infecting my mind
I hate it when you rhyme, I'm a cut the mic line
And do everyone in the place a favor
After that act, they'll be calling me a savior
And a savior I'll be for the industry
I'll be killing MC's who release wack LP's
Freeze, don't move, drop the mic
Put your hands in the air, that shit I don't like
Stop droppin lines, look at the crowd
They ain't moving at all, so you ain't allowed
To touch the mic again, or pick up a pen
And if I hear that you're doing so, it'll be your end
Listen, ain't no dissing, I'm just sayin
If the crowd ain't feelin it, then you shouldn't be playing
Ok and, yo, do I make my point clear
Go on and get the fuck out of here
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