Happy St. Paddy's day to all of ya! I'm coming through with a little rap-pettizer to get you all started off on a night of appropriately drunken debauchery and revelry. For the grand finale of the first round of this first annual competition we've got what's sure to be an amazing matchup. Round one has had it's ups and downs, but we are most certainly ending it on a good note with this one. We're about to see the return of Miracleric , this former King Of The Ring has been a bit MIA lately but tonight he's coming back full force with hi-fi stereophonic sound. On the other side we've got the guy currently rocking the crown, the one and only Prolif. That's enough out of me, I'm going to let the battle speak for itself:

Prolif:

http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=3654456&q=hi


verse 1:
I’m like that Cochise dude of the south/
get ya pens, get ya pads, proceeds - lets dual it out/
or we can take it to Book and build/
yall don’t see that Prolif’s about more than just some hooks and frills/
yall don’t see the struggle cuz I conceal it/
and dawg, I’m from a single parent home – I got some stuff that I deal wit/
yall don’t see the baggage that I be brangin’/
when I spit that double A flow, but now it’s like my battery’s draining/
cuz i been weary since the minimal age/
but I can’t afford to fail cuz my brother’s making minimum wage/
and my moms been working since she was 20/
yo that’s 35 years and still aint got no expenditure money/
all we got is just some scrapes and bruises/
and a few scars, so we trust God and keep it faithfully moving/
what ya’ll see is what ya’ll get – I aint faking a movie/
give ya’ll a closer look and then I take my place in this movement/

hook:
What ya’ll see when ya’ll look at Prolif?/
Is it the Giver ya’ll, or is it the gift?/
“that cocky dude that makes the rooks wanna quit”/
That’s what ya’ll see when ya’ll look at Prolif?/

What ya’ll see when ya’ll look at Prolif?/
Is is the Giver ya’ll, or is it the gift?/
“Aiyo that dude don’t rep the hood when he spit”/
That’s what ya’ll see when ya’ll look at Prolif?/

verse 2:
look I been through it, at times I cry and I laugh/
I had a girl cheat, she thought she was a dime and a half/
and yeah I know a little pain, so this is not a façade/
and had some bills accumulate when I was out of a job/
ya’ll don’t see the many tears that be falling/
and it’s so hard to walk right, when all you knew for years was crawling/
can ya’ll relate to this musical cuz I hate the usual/
fam dying - I’m sick of going to wakes and funerals/
trying to bench press this weight off my chest/
but I need a spotter, or a dollar or a few of’em to pay off my debts/
all ya’ll see is the gear and the swag/
I’m more than just an emcee, or them dudes ya’ll see in the mag/
that’s why I try to put my life in the song/
ya’ll don’t see that I’m even breaking down as I’m writing this song/
but it wont be long til yall hooked and believing/
just look deeper than my surface ya’ll, cuz looks are deceiving/

hook x 2:

Miracleric:

http://www.geocities.com/miraclerick/prettybrowneyes.mp3

the kind that plays the hand that i see,
i spit for pretty brown eyes
i spit for city's who downsize...the street pharmacists
to those who beat common sense,
i speak for ya mommas sense..of purpose
i spit in the pursuit of perfect
the turf is....smoother than writing that's cursive
i spit it for nurses and caregivers
i spit it for double dare niggas
and pyt's that cause trouble with their figures
and cats who take care of their litters
i spit for drunks and whinos who wear liquor
more then they drink it...
to those who cant afford a pink slip
i let the ink drip...onto the skin of many men
i spit for those who dont have many friends...
but lots of clients..its not rocket science
but cats quick to blast off,
and never take they mask off...
its like they 2nd clothes
im reppin those countin fingers, checkin toes...of newborns
i keep dreams alive cause life is ill...in its true form

...(the end)...