i don't know if this has been done before, but i've started similar thread at other sites and everyone seems to like them, so why not here? anyways, only rule is you have 8 bars. other than that, it's no holds bar. no turning back though. if you want to battle someone who battled you and someone else did, just move on and battle the next person. first person to open this thread starts with me and so on.

explain more..i dont get it


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It's Ezzsential
like yo main doo doo stain
the man with the monocle and the cane
zombies sucking on yo brain
prince and purple rain
micheal jordan at the height of his fame
bringing pain to the lame
over drums that bang
got you looking for change
like what's the new thang
seeing stars and popping bars
drunk girls and hot cars
now snap yo fingers
cause he's a deadringer
late 60s singer
chillin' like villian
when I catch that feeling
name in lights, the Top Billing....

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"Wanana, Jack Bandit!"

http://thought-sound-color.blogspot.com

cornball-you a clone in a urinal stall -lookin to the right at who's dick is bigger-feelin so insecure-so u come at a female
man up
put u in the hood and get fugged up! but forget that we can just do it here--
you from arkansas-little house on the prairie-toto wizard of oz fairy-idaho pototoes--i diss u and keep it real--
stole from ya mommas purse to buy that special k shyt-highschool pranks put underwear on ur head n shyt--and u know i aint scared--of no suburban claimin urban on the internet--so i spilt u apart and wipe ur residue with a cloth-for certain
tick tock non stop throw u in a pile of rocks on fire g-blair witch society-cuz my shyt is so hot basically and i'm still claimin sobriety-
i talk in rhymes/and u took all day to think of a paragraph-do tha math-your shyt wouldnt be good enough for hungry arabs/or crack alley cats-so fall back
exactly even bars bore me to death/so i just claim this win and tack it up with the rest/pests all at my desk like teachers pets/you can bounce float fade jet-however u wanna put it-i put out my ciggerette on them rhymes ur shootin/
out ya pie hole
my rhymes full and u had nick cannon help u think of disses and still couldnt find none/u straight from the toilet bowl son/and im tired right now but when i lash-u will not rehash cuz u keystyled wackmath-envision fast-as u relapse off my tight tracks
dont make me go into the stash--of disses and sew ur mouf shut-cuz when i wyle its like gettin buttfucked/or dicks numb cant get a nut off/leave u stuck on stupid in ur room wit elevator music
but i tried to be a real woman and tell u shyt and u didnt listen-so now u can just be wrapped up right after u deal with me
cuz if i am then u are too, stupid
cuz it's universal like havin kids--check the blueprint painted
all thru the hospital and courthouse--see, chicks dont like dudes that much--so anything to make them perform
and now if u dont do it.. then you'll be swarmed with the connected possee all around ur door all up in tha store-every whore-every mother-every little girl--
straight FORCED
survival tactics people use when they get pissed off-got chicks all apoiled
so rinse off the soil and act real nice--and still at any given time-cats be fugkin witcho life---anything under tha sun
i act like a dude cuz i was treated like one-dum dum
see i do this for fun hun, wash them like soap scum
your shyt is hum drum and im steel like jane fondas bumbum
rumplestilskin magix until u get sonned son
str8 off tha dome cuz its how a runrun kriskrossed make u jump jump
cuz u down to tree stumps-measles and mumps get u with tweesers and needle ya hump-tweedle dee teedle dump truck
keep ur mouf shut

Body of a women confined
by the mind of a child
as time chimes for the malnourished
you just sit and spit that foolish
"kriskrossed make u jump jump"
Huh? What? Take off the gloves
Let's get critical, freestyle the analytical
while you just come off pitiful
Conjugate nouns, verbs
Abnormal adverbs catch the reverb
Pronounce the pronouns
You past tense
Victory smelling like yo period.....

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"Wanana, Jack Bandit!"

http://thought-sound-color.blogspot.com

If this verse was a talk show entitled "Who wants to get fucked??"
You'd be saying "MEMeMe!!!" more than a choir warming up....
I'm so cold I don't perspire when my balls is in the rough...
So when i found you I was bound to get rid of you like the hiccups...
Best keep ya hands in sight, this is a stickup....
And I'ma run ya Jewelz like Fred Flinstone going to Jacob's in a pickup....
And this is First....imagine full acceleration....
As I kick the "H" outta yo ass with little need for preparation....
My similies extended like the metaphors I bended....
So they boomerang the back of niggaz necks when I'm offended....
And if you couldn't top me then carbon copy the sloppy....
Mollywhump I put up on ya humps and burn it to a floppy...

Whirlwind dance
I'm stuck in trance
Death's glance
Ya' Last chance
Cuz I bout to enhance
Tai chi stance
!!Hadouken!!
Left that bobblehead smokin'
Treat em like the token
when a grown man has spoken....:-O








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"Wanana, Jack Bandit!"

http://thought-sound-color.blogspot.com

thats the name of their song
"make u jump"

anyway, thats the name of their song-come at you with tongs
hit u wit a gong til u dizzy grizzly bear status -i know im wrong
but i still keep going on
like i got a dick and balls
teabag u smell my aroma thru the halls-cold medication
i go on like schoolday education classes-with a whole mall mobb of cats hatin
bangin at my door
when they cant even carry on like me -they make one song
think they topped me n shyt-btu i let by gons be by gons
but bwoy u soft-play u like chutes and latters-checkers-jack in the box--i go off till u falter head hung at alters cross
u actin all laid back when im all up in your ass moss
ur shyt is moth ball status and i salad cats tossed
put all of u together and make stews and sauce
after im done witcho shyt u be needin some gauze
or be lackin somethin like them kids tha wizard of oz

Pull my dick out
Block the sun out
Knock yo teeth out
One shot back blowout
Fix ya perm
gel it up wit sperm
It's jiggling baby, come and bite the worm
Dynamite dick, got you smoking sherm
Cheap tricks, save those for cheap flicks
This is animals fucking in that wilds
Mamba vs. Mongoose, I'm killing yo style
Gravedigger add another body to the pile
Sit back and chill, catch this exstacy feel
Smoke cigarette, baby I'm Dr. Phil
I could make you ill
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now let the blood spill







____________________________
"Wanana, Jack Bandit!"

http://thought-sound-color.blogspot.com

smack fire out your ass put ur shyt on blast
cats are tired and i just go til i lash
shape shift im make shift and ur shyt crash
ur a ho son put u on tha track
in a stack til u mash i breeze thru a rook or a vet
you should retire cuz u havent reached adolescence yet
lawd have mercy it hurts B when i show no mercy
and rip u one bar and u cant even out do me
put emotion behind it and you turn to another sport playin rugby or bein a mascot
bitch im ugly wit this shyt.. and make mad noise-pimp u like jayz style in the parkin lot
cuz emcees aint hot and their style slow jams
and i dont give a fuck i just grand slam
put it all in one paragraph and cover everything like cooking spray pam
all stuck up in it like ur toe jam
ell..
im so nasty
but ur wackness just provokes me
hold it like a cactus
and i act like everynite is cabbage night
eggs on ur house steal ur childs night lite
light brite-u an actress in them tight whites
speedos im stupid explore the regions
bitches hatin on the sidelines
like my groupies
prolly wanna eat me out
anyway i school them
rudegirl pushin the lyrical margin
this is so easy i just to talk shyt'
off the dome just cuz i felt liek it
come on peeps give me some real competition
maybe DVS as Demon but thats about it.
forreal.
and this is keystyle dont make get in deep
national inquirer just go like a spelling bee
or national geographic
my shyt like confetti
pinatas all up in your soul drawers bangin em with the cleaver meat
cut them doen to size leave them drowinin knee deep
i aint sweet but sometimes i gotta release
and the first demise be wack emcees
good grief!
=P u know i gotta have fun, keystyle status

smack fire out your ass put ur shyt on blast
cats are tired and i just go til i lash
shape shift im make shift and ur shyt crash
ur a ho son put u on tha track
in a stack til u mash i breeze thru a rook or a vet
you should retire cuz u havent reached adolescence yet
lawd have mercy it hurts B when i show no mercy
and rip u one bar and u cant even out do me
put emotion behind it and you turn to another sport playin rugby or bein a mascot
bitch im ugly wit this shyt.. and make mad noise-pimp u like jayz style in the parkin lot
cuz emcees aint hot and their style slow jams
and i dont give a fuck i just grand slam
put it all in one paragraph and cover everything like cooking spray pam
all stuck up in it like ur toe jam
ell..
im so nasty
but ur wackness just provokes me
hold it like a cactus
and i act like everynite is cabbage night
eggs on ur house steal ur childs night lite
light brite-u an actress in them tight whites
speedos im stupid explore the regions
bitches hatin on the sidelines
like my groupies
prolly wanna eat me out
anyway i school them
rudegirl pushin the lyrical margin
this is so easy i just to talk shyt'
off the dome just cuz i felt liek it
come on peeps give me some real competition
maybe DVS as Demon but thats about it.
forreal.
and this is keystyle dont make get in deep
national inquirer just go like a spelling bee
or national geographic
my shyt like confetti
pinatas all up in your soul drawers bangin em with the cleaver meat
cut them doen to size leave them drowinin knee deep
i aint sweet but sometimes i gotta release
and the first demise be wack emcees
good grief!
=P u know i gotta have fun, keystyle status

Y'all are mad ugly
Y'all play rugby
That ain't even a real sport
Coughin' out ya lungs on a New Port
You gonna die
Lung cancer and a bloodclot in your thigh
Bitch

your rhyme style is simple....inconsequential...
you rush more than you pass, money...ya not monumental....
So witness true talents...
Motor on automatic with ya nuts in the balance...
I ransack ya palace....
Run through the royal family...impregnate the queen....
When she delivers you can say you was next to the real thing....
A one post pussy up to his neck in regret...
That came in here and got cancelled quick as a flight on Southwest...

Why you be frontin on the jizzane
come and pucker to the blunt
you've collabed with more jackasses
than them suckers doing stunts
I'm the smuckers in this junt
cause you know i rock the jams
soulfood finger lickin lyrics
cause i flow hamhocks and yams
It's the thuggish ruggish mistress
I won't let you spit a sentence
You gon' end up in the spit-mess-rhymes-protection-program-plan
I'm the architectic writer
i get busy on a bone
you the narcaleptic hyper
that gets fizzled out like foam
so come here you little softy
I let the harder rappers be
Son go ahead and just admit
you named your daughter after me



awwww it's all love hard lyrics for the hard Chitown streets LOL

Californian vagabonds do battle with lyrical lexicons....
For free studio time...just play the back you get suplexed upon...
I'm in you like suppositories...similar to narocoleptic....
Let's not battle, hun....'cause I'm finshing what you setted....
Yo, on the low ya chest game is PATHETIC....just a push up...
Playtex orientated you'll see my grill piece when you look up....
And I eclipse your new day like the sun in April...
Stick to doing shots with Windimoto 'cause your skills are but a fable...
You couch dive and pantomiming the jive to keep it live...
Meanwhile the styles you smile about have been dated since 85....
Trick, I berated ya rhyme....hope you settled for a five 'cause you could NEVER be a dime...
Demon jook you for ya shine....

Zin’s back from the pilgrimage pillaging “so called intricate” rappers of their realest ishh … metaphors and similes even the simplest … bow to vintage … Don’t Vest in Something Shitty … (dvs's) trying to enemy me … ending only in envy …this waiting list fa punch lines … and your scribs sign vacancy … tried the read …but them shits couldn’t hold my attention see … got me fucked up thinking I needed to be tested fa ADD .. Some Say he … pealed wigs. … shit on kids … in every renaissance… and even in the streets the Tims will hit ’em fast … (he always mentioning Tim’s) … cause I do Nubuck in ass … slew the magic drag … victor … in every class .. Grade A … so if it’s mad cow you seek… just keep mentioning beef … if you still trying to eat … battle sloppy joe mc’s … just know ya back’ll touch ya ribs .. If ya thinking eating off me …

Demon verse his biggest fan...
Stan, no one comes realer than...
D the Diplomat, sun, you get booted like ya Killer Cam....
Who really come iller than?
Ya verses is filler, man!
Someone check his draws and tell the crowd whether he still a man....
My title is true...you stuck to boo boo like Gorilla Glue...
At my altar praying I falter enough to spill a few...
Shit, you know just how we do!!
Maxing thru entire crews....
With daily photo opportunities later on pay per view...
Like Noah walked two by two....
To gallows where no one move...
My execution is sickening to bust ya inner tube...
Shitted on without a paddle...
Really ain't a battle...
It's an exhibition with tenses stuck in ya Adam's Apple....

My purpose for perpetually being creative … to scald all men .. challenging … peering back with fuck me faces .. Lucky haters get verses cosigning their next hiatus … only to come back two years later …only sounding two years gayer … fa Alderman ..nigga .. I’m in ya jurisdiction .. wit my diction … and my pen spitting chalk outlined missiles … so when I hit you … the streets won’t need to graffit… the shit you been through… then put work in ya face .. Like clinique and liner pencils … these flows warranty critiques and linier stencils … outlines ruff drafts laced with ass kicking utensils … no need to body .. I’ll just gimp you .. Ya mans got you bodied already when they gas you up and sent you.

Your life ain't shit but a fragment similar to your sentences....
And I'm flagrant as lynchings, prime time with multiple witnesses...
Solidify my status as a vet...
Then deliver purple hearts to ya family, that's a promise not a threat...
Hold up...."Alderman"....and Timberlands? Looking bewildered when....
I take the ammunition you spit and use the casing as kindling...
Then blend venemous winds that only abate to begin again....
It's no debate my primary addresses leave you spinning and...
DV popping mo shit after midnight than 20 gremilins...
You look like you been swimming the way you shaking and trembling...
And Kurtis Blew the brakes....so ain't not way to stop the images...
That hit you relentlessly in the grill 'til your a sembelance....
Of who you used to be...
And this is just a free....
Imagine how bad it would be if I could but boots to a beat!!!







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MY VERY OWN HIPPIDY-HOP! I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU AND PLAY WITH YOU FOR EVER AND EVER!!!

Elmyra....the choice of a new generation

i laughed about ur word usage of jook for 20 minutes.. made me fall out cuz i thought of BLUCK
lmao
cuz u know i dont be givin a BLUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

after i wiped my tears from laughin for 5 minutes straight i will proceed to whoop yo ass!

=)

dvs is scattered cant come better like he used to
he gettin old now and his rhymes are more like soulfood now
or soul music and green old al
so i spewed a whole collection of my mojo at chu on purpose
teeth marks inserted in your beesnest and birthed with
that silence of the lambs saw 3 ammo and bombers
i already battled u before and left sawdust
go at til it hits cyadic in ya attic leave pawprints
im so creative my flow just never ends!
like endless opinions on me but i dont give a fuck unless u payin my bills
i will ill and keep it real until whenever i feel
bounce at the last minute and fuckin peel
on cats talkin shyt give em ice grills.. come on dvs demon
u know how i do it
cats lack substance and really aint movin
--nah but foreal.. wanna have a real battle?