grandfathers beefing is wack to me.

Bumpy Kniuckles just ripped Ra a fresh one.

Wasnt bad

I thought this was wack. Cluesay rhymes, very predictable bars, and no real shots at Ra. Nothing impressed me hear. Let’s see if Ra just lets this one rub off his shoulder or maybe, just maybe, he might respond. He better after all that shit he was talking in that interview.

this was horrible

I think this is a jab to get Ra to respond..now whether that will happen or not is the question..

Nas will lyrically eat this garbage ass nigga alive

Foxxx is cool with Nas. They have plenty of tracks together. you haven’t heard them. check hiphopsite.com Foxxx is the one that gassed Nas to do ether!!!!

and remember it was originally suppose to be Eric B. & Freddie Foxxx
not Rakim. Foxxx did his whole first album on Rakim’s budget cuz Rakim kept failing to come to the studio.

R.I.P. the God Tyheem (Foxxx’s brother)

well… i can’t say anything other than… this shit was straight up garbage and stupid none-the-less… rakim would absolutely destroy bumpy… this is ri-fuckin-diculous… if rakim responded to this shit… bumpy wouldn’t be hurt… there would be absolutely nothing left of him… how could bumpy mother fuckin knuckles even compare to the God… come on now children… ridiculous

Yeah! yo! be calling that kat “broke knuckles”..,wack kat:
trying get a name and fame of the God…Low budget kid…

Peep this:

And I burn whoever come in the chambers of torture

I caught ya, you shoulda brought ya

Neighborhood to support ya

No one in my path will withstand

Under pressure the wrath of a swift man ( from No competiton)

I’m rated r…this is a warning, ya better void,
Poets are paranoid, dj’s d-stroyed,
Cuz I came back to attack others in spite-
Strike like lightnin’, it’s quite frightenin’!
But don’t be afraid in the dark, in a park,
Not a scream or a cry, or a bark, more like a spark;
Ya tremble like a alcoholic, muscles tighten up,
What’s that, lighten up! you see a sight but,
Suddenly you feel like your in a horror flick,
You grab your heart then wish for tomorrow quick!
Music’s the clue, when I come your warned,
Apocolypse now, when I’m done, ya gone!
Haven’t you ever heard of a mc-murderer?
This is the death penalty,and I’m servin’ a
Death wish, so come on, step to this
Hysterical idea for a lyrical professionist!
Friday the thirteenth, walking down elm street,
You come in my realm ya get beat!
This is off limits, so your visions are blurry,
All ya see is the meters at a volume,
Pumping lyrics of fury!

Just these 2 verses of Ra..,back in the day joints..will bury this kid…better put your “knuckles and your pocket”…save that…

enuff “respect due” to the God Rakim!

I got him for U God;

remember the tune ..,hearing “punks jump up to get beat down”..,playing in the back of the room..and kat’s that try to dis.., will be “light’s out soon..
High noon..,is next..,cold.,reflex, his chest, and he get hung by the verse..,all you heard of the kid next,that he became best friends with the hearse…
buried him with his purse..,and to make matter’s worse.,made his brain muscle burst.
So,leave the mic alone..son, better off if you run, and if you get caught, get hung by your tongue..

No games here..,God body to fear., never shed a year..,and blow up his ear, so he definetly hear..

make his muslces deflate..,rhymes don’t even rate, and if he try to escape, one rhyme is enuff weight, to make him regret hell, but, that will be his fate.
Wack kat,got to be dreamin, trying to diss must be feening,

So God body out, “remember” don’t doubt… the clout”..or you will be another mc who got knocked-out…

PEAAAACCEEEEEE!