About Jecht44

Real Name: private
Gender: private
Age: private
Location: City of demons, Hell US
Occupation: Shogun Assassin
Email: private
AIM: LosAngelesShogun
Signature
Brawl Tag: 2277-6327-7307




  • Interests

    Heres my very own voting format for neo emcees..

    [size=1][u][b]*Name*[/b][/u]
    [b]Lyrical Stabs [0-5]:[/b]
    [b]Structure [0-5]:[/b]
    [b]Originality [0-5]:[/b]
    [b]Illest Flow[0-1]:[/b]

    [b]jecht says[/b]:

    [b]The Jecht effect [0-10]:[/b]

    [b]Total [0-26] :[/b]


    [u][b]*Name*[/b][/u]
    [b]Lyrical Stabs [0-5]:[/b]
    [b]Structure [0-5]:[/b]
    [b]Originality [0-5]:[/b]
    [b]Illest Flow [0-1]:[/b]
    [b]jecht says[/b]:

    [b]The Jecht effect[0-10]:[/b]

    [b]Total [0-26] :[/b]

    The Illest ONE:[b][/b]!!

    [b]Jecht's Comments on this round[/b]:[/size]



    And to make anavatar..
    http://www.animegalleries.net/album/776
  • Biography

    just a taste of my skill....

    the beat builds and cats still rap wit weak skills/
    defeat still can’t kill Black or Pete’s skill// (naw..)
    they’re not real, we should attack their fleet, chill/
    ..fore’ we bury all you bastards in a cheap field//
    deceit paves the way/
    Pete grab the tec, blast their vest, I already pre-made their graves// (haha..)
    I ain’t come to save the day/
    we came to bring a hip hop regiment, and this is what we came to say://
    me and Pete ain’t tryna take on mills/ (dollars..)
    cuz a nigga to ambitious-- I wanna see my face on bills//
    got space to fill and ima leave ya breathless stupid/
    seein’ us is like seein’ the God of Death Anubis// (you can’t..)
    protect yourself..I see you got a vest so use it/
    must be loosin’ ya mind if you think the best is you kid//
    know the best, we keepin’ all our foes in check/
    a warnin’ to all emcees, we pose a threat//
    were fine on our own, we don’t need the pro’s respect/
    and speak on my name, thus I’ll put you hoes to rest//
    whose flow’s the best? and in this game show’s the best/ (tell em’ son..)
    thus its over son, it’s your fault you chose ya death/
    load the tec, kid and Don P’ll knife ya throat/
    recite this ho, you cats don’t need a life no mo’//
    we endin’ the sorry lives of all you dykes and hoes/
    ..who challenge the two elites and try and fight us both//
    despite the flow, you bitches couldn’t write wit Joe/
    I’m a wolf-- I see the world through a snipers scope// (damn...)
    ya’ll niggas’ll trash talk whenever our paths cross/
    you blast glocks?! cut the bullshit-- admit you fags lost//
    you gotta feel this, distill these lyrics from the realness/
    you still bitch, I’m more “Bad Boy” than Will Smith// (haha, yeah..)
    you suckas tryna touch the surface/
    were up to perfect, so next to us you *bleep*s are worthless// (it’s like this..)


(0.2585/d/nova)