T-DOGG
MC's trying to get props
that betta get they pops... nothin tops
MC'ing like me, get the cops
best turn yo'self in before I drops
the lines, I smoke mines from chronic crops
you smoke my meat like a treat
compete, try to defeat, like your greatest feat
outside we meet, I ain't done til your beat
so take a seat....
my lyrics are like sleet
on the top I'm reining
listening to you is painstakin
who's you fakin, I'm shakin it up
Whats up wit the $h*t you spittin like bad breath hittin
reeking, fuming, consuming
Eminent doom luming.... go back and work on ya thesis
kid pray to Jesus, nothing teases, or pleases
as my rhymes greases the track that eases
your mind, when it's done you find
A real MC standing with suckers in line
to fall, by words stronger than Supreme Court law
so draw, pull out ya nine, I'm comin out tall
in the lime--light causin fright
tonight, to excite your lady that's right
my $h*t's tight, so Merlin get your staff
go back and learn the craft
as I open a path to your heart
don't start or open, play the part
you's a fool go back to school
it's a duel to the death, so get yo last breath
I strikes first...you better research
like a gypsy with the VoodOo, I puts a curse
you better reverse
look for the talent on Star Search.
Learn ya place it's just a taste
but in case you didn't know, check the flow
you just got took....really doe

DELUXE
Yo, Yo...whose this kid tryin to battle
Don't ya know I chop necks off
At the head boss
Im like a ninja, I get in ya
Just like weed smoke
You better come prepared with
Ya sh%t kid you might choke
My name rings out on the street
I'm the best freestyle rapper
Yo' I can't be beat
So sit back and relax
You done...I'm so sick
I flow betta than Big Pun
But not as fat as yo mom's
Ni$$a I drop bombs
Like Hiroshima...What kid?
You want beef..ight I'll bring it
To ya front door step
Son I get vexed
Don't let me catch ya sleepin'
on my rhyme's
Next thing you'll feel is the blast
From my tech-9
Across yo' back
Kid you wack
Take a step back

T-DOGG
I be the meanest MC
lyrics hot the to third degree
heat you can deal with...ight
get ya rap joke book an' flee
Hit you wit the left and right
with the swiftness out of sight
you got no might, lyrics tright, shakin and quivering in fright
go back to class... resight
I'm takin off like a jet in flight
F-14 something ya never seen
get lost before ya get the size 13
Protect ya neck, I got da swordz you speak
can't touch me ya weak, I'm discreet
I be the samurai to ya ninja
with blades sharper to splitcha
dome, welcome to my terror dome
my skills unknown, to the commoner, I'm honed
never cloned, Bubba Fet
breed to kill, put you on ice, chill
before I slice and dice, cut you wit da cleaver
I'm like Eddie Haskell you "Leave it to beaver"
Teasing, Achieving success unlike your...
women you never pleasing
sit back and ease'in
your hurtin from the beat'in
check ya self, ya bleed'in...
I'm out to the hook, lead'in...

DELUXE
Yeah you think you nice
But like a women…. you the sugar
And I’m the spice
I thought I told you trice
Like obe….not that cat
From d12, but kanobe
You speak of bubba fet
But im Janga I’ll bang ya
Upside your head
Kid your raps are dead
Like a zombie
Yo yo..you can’t stop me
I’m rugged and raw
I stand tall… on stage
While you fade
Out…Kid what cha about?
You silly lookin’
I come straight out
Of central Brooklyn
Lyricist from the ghetto
Son you played out like stiletto
Heels…I eat cha heart out
For a meal
I’m steel… like Tony Starks
I sparks from my mic
My rhymes have been banished
Cause suckas can’t manage
To deal wit such a sick flow
Ya know’ what I sayin’
You shouldn’t even be playin’

T-DOGG
Sugar and spice?
I come atcha once, twice, trice???
your makin up wordz to suffice
you need a dictionary...I'm the teacher
describing your rap, nice'
crap straight from the grease vat, oil, full of sludge...
I'm about to spoil... ya plans, on the top about to nudge
you off the stage in the stanz
ya ryhmes weak like vanz sneakers
I walking over you as my voice blasting out the speakers
you took your best shot but ya miss
as I diss ya amature skills ya bringing you wish,
you could dish...it out as much as your takin, you should! listen
as I glisten in the spotlight
hit the spot wit might
On track with psychological phrases on tact,
react, to the lyrical contact, hitten from every angle
exact
you couldn't manage or unmangle
you didn't know what you to do
it's just me and you
I'm standing strong, lasting long, better ring the bell
it's over ding, dong

DELUXE
You ain’t spoilin’ nuthin son
I keep it real on blast
You so ugly… best get a mask
Fo’ dat face, what did cha get sprayed wit’ mase
You a chump, your rhymes bounce off me
I’m hard, you soft G
You fade in the spot light, I might
Break you off somethun’ proper
Have you spun like a Hella-copter
I chop ya
Down wit an axe, I break backs
Like gettin’ hit like an NFL quarterback
I trash ya
You don’t want none of me, Bitch please!
Coming here wit’ dat weak ish
Son you can’t battle at all
I smack you down and stand tall
You can’t ball..
I’ll stomp ya
With sick metaphors
I make ya stain ya drawers
I come correct with each step, like Ali
I float like a butterfly you sting like a flee
I can’t even feel ya, you pitiful
At the club, you play the wall
While I break down beats, and swing for the seats
You foul out…Kid I got the clout!

T-DOGG
Hey yo, I'm pretty
your pretty funny I mean witty
that is funny lookin buck tooth'd P'ditty
best learn ya lesson couldn't beat or spoil
all your plans about to foil
You say your hard but I'm sorry I don't roll that way
you excited like women I'm around
don't try me or you getz clowned
you treading water about to drown
by the sound..
of lyrics divine and profound
you searching for metaphors and pronouns
I gotz vocabulary stronger than a thesaurus
like Wu tang I brings the ruckus
so bring it if you must
I know you'll try it again and bust
like a load on your woman... Lust
Trust, you quotin Ali
like a fool with no poetry
I'm the equalizer to you money
you like the bunny, except I'm the one lastin
funny, how you broadcastin...
but I gotz the guns blastin
takin you out
you took a swing, strike three your out!
missed with the big swing you claiming
I'm the greatest... you just lame son.

DELUXE
Lame son?.....Ni$$a please,
Your pops just taught you bout’ the birds and bees
The only birds I know bout’ are chickenheads
Im so dangerous, I’m wanted by the feds
By spittin’ hot lyricial tracks on vinyl
Yo, I’m tried of hearing you whine dogg,
If you wanna battle fo’ real then bring it
I’ll knock you head off so fast I mean it
So, sit back while a take you on a voyage
And it’s fantastic while I blast, kid when I’m on it
I got those razor sharp fangs in ya neck like Meth
Take a step back son, before ya get wrecked
This lyricial tongue that got you sprung is ancient
I been around longer than u son just face it
Im ya teacher kid, u da student
So listen, I got the sick flow u been missing
If you pay attention ya might learn somethun’
I got the skillz that keeps the crowd bumpin’
While you in the back just watchin’
My beats sound out, hey yo it’s thumpin’
While your ish is beat down and broke
You da cat that’s gonna fall from second hand smoke
Yo im a vet in this rap game, boy believe it
I got the crazy flow that make ya heart stop beatin’
And when it stops I rip out from ya back
I’m the one that makes a good Ni$$a, get hooked on crack
My wordz get in ya head like a tumor
Betta get some ear plugs boy …..I warned ya

T-DOGG
Ha, ha, Check me and check ya back...
Please....The crowd chants More! More! I'll do it wit ease
like a bitch you grab on deez
you want a challenge aimed to please
Birds and Bees? I come swarming, sting'ya, buckle ya knees
make ya piss ya Lee dunger rees
Claiming ya Dangerous, yeah the way ya fumbling..
gotcha ya nervous... bumbling
like a studderer... stumbling
I'm coming on strong... your crumpling
It's the lyrical Giant, you my man's my biggest client
purchasing tracks to learn new attacks
but what you comin wit lacks
I'm the corener signing death contracts
stepping forward with reputation that backs
you acts, forming tacts, but your a Lineman with no sacks
Weak, your future bleek
I'm Jevon the lyrical freak
Your sick wit the wick wack
ryhmes, riping out my back
like a stench that grimes
seek and you'll find
I'm coming out first you last in line
Pay you dues your old with screws loose
contact you to a tree put you in a noose
don't do it, you blew it
lost again but you knew it
We can do it again, same result I'll prove it
let's get ready rumble!
we can do again here or in the jungle
I'm the King a Lion
while I'm ruling... you sitting and crying
I'm the One they call Neo from Zion

DELUXE
Yeah u the corener, cause those raps are dying
I got u scared kid, and you ain’t hidin’
I see the fear in ya eye, you cryin’
Here’s a tissue and a slap across ya face
I’m punishin’ you, you in last place
My rhymes come from a vault deep inside and,
I’m mad crazy and also violent
But not like Jay from the Posse
You saw my rhymes kid, don’t try and top me
Or cop me, cause you can’t
Betta get some balls before u faint
I’m the illest ni$$a ever
Throw in da towel, u can’t do betta
You need a coach in this game you amateur
I sit back and watch and laugh at cha
You ain’t dat cat from the Matrix
more like Neo Geo son just face it
Been played out since ya beginning,
Your crap a$$ raps are wack kid,
And you ain’t winnin’
You ain’t even worth a single look
dun, you shook
Im gonna win this war yo, it’s evident
Battling me is like capital punishment
Strappin’ you in da electric chair
And I’m behind the glass just lookin’
You try to run and can’t… kid you cookin’
That’s ya brain bein’ fried
I’m so ill, call me homicide
Cause ya end up dead, with your throat cut
I got you all worn out, just like a slut
You a women yo, I mean it
Ya went to da doctor fo’ a penis

T-DOGG
Pretty nice... Check the ryhme flow real nice...
Back again back again... for that wompin
best check yo self wit all that you took and
gotz it wrong I'm flying why you keep trying
tried to knock me off but I'm defying
Please... scare me wit the nursery rhymes you spittin?
Guess again, I gotz more for ya
you on life support because on time I'm hittin
you thought you were cool
but you never fit in
I feel sorry for ya
crazy and violent? I don't see it
your more like a friendly fairy
with your nice comments
and your trying to scare me?
Sh*t I'm like Iced Tea
Original Gangster old school G
You can't see me, I'm on the top see
I'll give you a chance to walk away and flee
But I know haven't got it
that's what it takes to beat King T
You the illest n*$$a ever
because you make people sick to look atcha
I throw in a towel for you to wipe the blood
It's getting on me, don't want your diseases see
I've done better but I'm sinking to the competition
Amateurs in the game, make you look like a beginner, new addition
I'm the master, sit back and learn as I rhymes faster
watch out you headin for disaster
Crap a$$ rhymes? You smokin lines,
I'm so hype like a n*$$a on cocaine
like Meth I'm bringing pain
with wordz so crazy, insane
got them running through ya veins
with speed of locomotive trains
you strains, energy drains, on the top I reins
like Joe Frazier they call me the champ
you weak like telephone speakers, need an amp
schooling, summer camp
I'm the professor who keeps teaching
you never listen
I'll have to tell you again preaching
let it alone stop reaching
bet you wish I was a woman
maybe you have a better chance
too bad son, I know you mean it
ha ha, you crack me up
last time, I know you fiend it...

DELUXE
Ya ok I hear ya when you say u back
But on this round you get no slack
I’m taken over an it’s incredible
The way I bash you, yo it’s inevitable
Just got ya open like a lock
I’m the dopest kid on da block
Betta get yo’self a freakin’ sock
To stick in dat open mouth, cause I got cha shocked
How could a kid be this nice?
That’s what ya say, while I slice and dice
You up, all on da floor
You be like a pop singer, bit*h please, go on tour
I’m so gangsta, call me Nitty
And you so wanksta, I’ll call ya kitty
You lookin’ pale, life signs are vital
Kid you got cramps? Best take some Midol
And you stink, sprayin’ ya down wit Lysol
You a sucka emcee, and you won’t spit on my song,
My sounds so tight, it’s rhythmatic
Got kids flippin’ out like acrobatics
Have u so sprung, you now craftmatic
Fold u up son, just like a blanket
You late fo’ school, you might as well just bag it
You so dumb, u musta played hookie
If ya were on da police squad, you be a 10 year rookie
Not movin’ up, u going down da ladder
Sh*t you out like fecal matta.
Word

Me and my boy are in a fierce battle right now. Drop a comment, let me know who is the doper mc.