*Disclaimer*-This is for FUN. Catching of feelings is strictly prohibited. Now that's over, who want it?! First to come, first to get served.

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

*ahem*

"Do to others what you would others have done unto you." - The Lord Jesus Christ

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by the way dun....i'm feeling that "why should i be mad at that" joint

.......Shakeet Lokh Em, son, who do you think your smokin'
i've already looked into you, all your posts got me dozin'
my flow is damaging, your style get broken and swollen
im shakin' things up, i know its hard for you to focus
i'll snatch your fame and glory like an alcoholic snatch a '40
spit a rhyme in your grandmom house and make her say "Lordy!!"
right before she, serves that soul food that send my cholestoral soaring
im bless-ed kid, not the type to be messin with
thats why these cats talk shit through instant messages
slaughter you before you can finish your sentences
i'd like to think, that i spread truth through the mic or ink
and that you just got served, so first things first, what would you like to drink?

"Life without knowledge is death in disguise" - Talib Kweli

I’m built for this dummy like projects built for blacks
Lyrically decapitate you, donate your head to The Blacks in Wax
Museum for future generations to observe
How Shakeet dealt with the opposition; when will yall learn
I’m more diesel than a Mack truck or that Miami Heat
The fire that I spit burn my lips when I speak
So it pains to me say how you just a waste of board space
Say hello to my little friend, my pen Scar up your Face
Your skills are non-existent, you fiction like a mystery
You a lie like reparations or any similar simile
I ain’t takin no prisoners, take a machete to your throat
Dead your thread like Angela Lansbury with the ‘Murder I Wrote’
As you choke on the broken chicken bones you spittin
You pop like Michael Jackson; you grab the mic with a mitten
You a kitten among lions, tigers, bears and me
Serve you up like I was Benson, I’m the HNIC

You outta your league homebwoy::::Who's next?

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

....to even bother trying to quote all the great ones

round one goes to shakeet altho the other flow was definitely a respectable showing

...(the end)...

I'm giving it to Abyss

**********
I should put that in a song

@nategoodness
www.nategoodness.com

The avatar is old. And, no, that hat was not a groovy style back then, either.

>I’m built for this dummy like projects built for blacks
>Lyrically decapitate you, donate your head to The Blacks in Wax

>I ain’t takin no prisoners, take a machete to your throat
>Dead your thread like Angela Lansbury with the ‘Murder I Wrote’

I gotta hand this one to Shakeet. These two rhymes are killer, especially the second one.
Dunno is you're looking for input Shakeet, but I would have written
"put a machete to your throat" but then thats just me.
Good showing all around in my oh so humble opinion.


So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different
Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
(The Roots/Jean Grae)

Fresh off my victory from yesterday, I welcome any microphone checka to get their feelins hurt. Be it vet or newbie. Step up and get wet up.

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

...hold up, you aint a rap cat, your just a pussy
with this rap shit, gettin' pushy, you sound like a rookie
straight up, you'll get scarred for life the moment i spit on the mic
with all my might, belittle mc's until they're hard to find
im tryin' to be honest with you, your just too confident
your rhymes prove the opposite, good reviews prove you eat alotta dick
you belong with the novices
your mouth is running like it operated with a motor
but now the ball is in my court and i'm crossing you over
pull up with the jumper and now the game is really over
i'm steppin' it up, knockin' your head clean off of your shoulders
my rhymes are doper, you could'nt touch me even if i wasnt sober
im not losing, or even callin' it even like steven
i'm a man, standing my ground even if i'm takin' a beating
and im not leaving...until im not breating

"Life without knowledge is death in disguise" - Talib Kweli

Now that was tight, you should have came with that yesterday. But anyway...

Forget all the games this battle ain’t for Parker Brothers
Your rhymes are more tired than a marathon runner
You a Kidd playin with the pros like the New Jersey Nets
I come harder than a virgin when they first have sex
Harm City’s hardest literary luminary
Bring wack emcees to Hades like the River Styx ferry
You just a sacrificial lamb, like Common Sense, I Cornered you
I murk your whole squad like that short dude at Waterloo
Now look at you, you faker than a porn star’s boobs
I treat your girl like Sade, she my Sweetest Taboo
You prey on a field with predators, like bison or yak
I murdered you the first round, so quit your posthumous rap
I’m a talent unrivaled, I don’t got no competition
I got that radioactive heat like Russian Cold War munitions
You overmatched, you a grain of sand getting ran over by a boulder
Blowin the roof off, I stay hotter than Chernobyl
You wouldn’t know how to battle if you read the book by Sun Tzu
I got you in melanoma chemotherapy from how bad I sunned you

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

>Harm City’s hardest literary luminary
>Bring wack emcees to Hades like the River Styx ferry

creative content...keep at it.

"Life without knowledge is death in disguise" - Talib Kweli

...you both really stepped it up a lot

but shakeet started out ahead and he maintained the lead

damn shakeet, im pissed we should battle again since our last flow got slept on and we both on new levels since then

but i dont know

dont think i could really get all mad and come at ya like that

you been nothing but chill

...(the end)...

...shakeet you wann do some other shit like alternating picking a topic and then just flipping a few lines off that for a bit

folks could vote on who did it better

...(the end)...

Yeah I guess so. It sounds creative enough.

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

...that sounded cool to me at first but now i think im just too lazy

maybe ill get back to you with this

...(the end)...

nice verse man, real nice.

"I walk around with sick styles, sippin on cristal, my whole cliques wild, I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm making hits now... when I recite you takin hours to write, so if you fight just tell ya man what kinda flowers you like"
-Big L

tied of thug raps, rookies get drug back/
this aint even a battle, ya'll thowin' love taps/
in this post, i really aint read nuthin' great/
i only dislike these playaz, cause it aint nuthin' to hate/
done eatin' emcees - forget it, i'm all full/
cause yall do tha' same thang' like the 2nd Bald Bull/
watch this punchout, feel tha' mic in ya right rib/
bars? drop 30 a night, somen' like Mike did/
bang like percussions, and my flow's right kid/
fakes i crush'em, no matter what tha' prototype is/
so get ya' Nike airs, ya' corn rows and gold chains/
i 12 guage rap and leave holes in the game/
impose on u lames, leave ya' souls in tha' rain/
and if u pay up, i'll even turn ya' flows into flames/
keystyle master, and you know i'm 'posed to reign/
i'm un-plastered, cause it aint no molding tha' same/

"it is what it is" -- the Pope on viewing "Passion of the Christ"

Bring in the all the babies, I’m gettin rated R for sure
I’m spittin pressurized carbon, my scriptures hard core
Soft emcees run away from the gunsmoke
They shook, they left their skills in ‘L’ Segundo
Just count your losses and be done with me homey
You couldn’t see the big picture with a plasma screen Sony
I hit you harder than the L.A.P.D. with their nightstick
Whenever I get to rhyming, believe son it’s a crisis
Niggas is lifeless, after I finish snappin off their synapses
Baltimore problem child, I sting you harder than Cassius
Knock you out quicker than George Clinton would say funk
Now you sound like Snuffelupagus, you so lyrically punch drunk
Your ship’s sunk, Titanic never, just a rusty tug boat
Can’t pull the weight of your own rhymes, so you can’t stay afloat
Lokh Em lock you down like a chastity belt
It seems you got a nasty habit, the way you keep playin yourself
I take words and flip ‘em into daggers and hammers
Till you brothas realize my rhymes tighter than spandex
On Oprah Winfrey in the 80’s, to challenge me you must be crazy
I can’t read your garbage, I get lazy eyes like Tracy McGrady
I’m the master of metaphor, the Hercules of hyperbole
Sensei of simile, sun I stay hotter than Mercury

it's still early in the mornin. i'm still wakin up.

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

"Sensei of simile, sun I stay hotter than Mercury"

...industry is jerkin' me - other's styles are limited/
ya wack rhymes iz hurtin' me - tha' brotha' sound primitve/
i'm talkin' B.C. years, b4 they even spoke tongues/
i'm futuristic like that dude you got ya' quote from/
and note some'n, what's a dude like u? that's mo' frontin'/
i hold tha' torch, blazing and i'ont even smoke nuthin'/
and i'ont tote nuthin' - but tha' mic and a pen/
couldn't lose if i tried, while u fighting to win/
go study tha' old posts, cause yall tired and snoozing/
they used to want me to battle, but kats got tired of losing/
did the same to others boards - this cuz, i made urban/
so i'ont compete no more, i just judge like J. Erving/
and stay serving young kats who dream to be stars/
so stay after school and i'll help u wit' ya' bars/
then u can get ya' bling, ceremonies and hype cars/
Lif' quick to git' in ya' respiratory like SARS/

"this is easy" -- j.millz on battling ness

I’m a lyrical assassin, more deadly than cancer
Your rhymes weak like Christmas jingles, you the reindeer Prancer
Dancing around my thread like you carry some real vocal weight
You can spit 7 of your best rhymes, and you’ll still get 8
By the microphone menace, you need some vocab. spinach
I Pop Eyes from my combatants, cause yall don’t got no vision
Sissified gangsta you play fight with candy canes
I spit teflon slugs to infiltrate your brain
That sizzle your cerebellum, homey I blow your mind
You a paper plane, I’m NASA, dummy you too far behind
This battle is for the intelligent, I’m a hip hop sage
No direction, you just a Land Rover, I stay out of your Range
You spare change, left on a nasty seat of an MTA bus
With no skills to pay the bills, homey you couldn’t buy dust
You need a tourniquet to stop the bleedin from when you battle Shakeet
I go overkill with my rhymes, my words slicker than sleet
Concede defeat or keep getting slaughtered it don’t matter to me
I Cross you Over harder than Iverson or EPMD
So what you sayin? You really think you that can spit on my level?
Homey please, I’m 808 bass, you just pre-school treble

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

...shakeets comign in wit better punchlines and imagery

but lifs lines are tight too and they got a bit of a better flow

youre both sick

lets get round 3 going and get this decided!

...(the end)...

This was some ill stuff bro. That was a good two rounds back to back. Keep it on...

One..

N.F.O. Representative....Holla.

(Like In Chuuuuuuch) -- tippin' out da door ...


I ain't tryna be in this battle arena -- But I just wanted to say: "I like whatcha doing here, Shakeet!

This reminds me of those "Gladiator" movies -- or else -- Kung Fu Hustle -- *chuckles* -- J/K


Nahhhh, but really, this is so entertaining on many levels -- And leaving EGO's at da door is essential & paramount to keeping it lighthearted but heavy hittin'!


(((Kudos 2 U))) --

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

n/m

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

i spark on you effortless, end ya' poluting/
u spit cartoon references but then u shooting/
c'mon dog, who u fooling, we know u aint hard/
u tha' same cat who'd bluff in jail, but aint on the yard/
i'm behind bars, a steady 16 for previews/
i got dudes in baltimore ready to come see u/
u sound foolish, even when ya' crew hype u up/
drop fluid on ya' dry lryics, then i light u up/
i come to yo' hood - yeah where u settle at/
and be tha' best thang in Maryland since 'Melo left/
a buck eighty, but heavy, u barely feather-weight/
"skills to pay the bills?", sound like somen' from '88/
in case u aint know, u need to update ya' flow/
thow' a blanket on ya' sound check and suffocate ya' show/
Lif' handcuff ya' rhyme, gotta cut down on crime/
to "spit on yo level", i jump down about 9/


"...and a fool's voice is know by a multitude of words" - Ecclesiastes 5:3

Spark on me effortless? You went from ignorant to reckless
You stay more Jaded than Pinkett, you the essence of senescence
It’s unpleasant when you peasants get ate up like pheasants
The mic I bless it without hesitance, you couldn’t rap up a present
Check the reference, I kick real lessons in all of my sessions
My rhyme obsession make you quit the board in rapid secession
The impression that you leavin is one of a heathen
I got you schemin for a reason in this battle to leave it
The day I seize it, my rhymin’s ill, and they ain’t got nothin to treat it
I completed and succeeded to have challengers defeated
My lyrics be weeded, get the munchies, and I don’t got nothin to feed it
Except PROLIFic mad rappers who have their egos impeded
I’m a demon when it comes to metaphysical linguistics
No cartilage to shield you from the real, all my rhymes be arthritic
I get specific in how I get it, I stay deep as the Pacific
The consequence of my quantum physics is emcees get PRO LIFted
I’m more than gifted, I close the distance, let yall catch up to listen
On how efficient the flow be mixin, and how my cadence be shiftin
My position is unrivaled, I got your prescription refill
For my diesel raps, I hear you when you say “Aiiyo deez ill!”

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

when was it cool to just pound up on words?/
just keep it elementary, don't confuse nouns and verbs/
cause u a fake-wannabe-keith-murray-son-of-a-b/
and them outta place descripitions mean nuthin' to me/
got a college degree, matter fact i got two of 'em/
so use a real vocabulary - here, i got a few of 'em/
did u initially intentionally intend to flunk this test/
cause ya' posts look like they crammed immensely in a mess/
i aint neva heard of nobody who ryhme that worthless!/
to be that bad dawg, u gotta really try on purpose!/
and ya' flow is first grade, i hate to be the one to say this/
but it's this thing in hip-hop that emcees used called "cadence"/
obviously u neva' heard of it, or either u'ont use it/
cause in tha' art of "extra sllylables", dawg u abuse it/
i think i figured it out - u aint got the talent!/
maybe if you shut ya' mouf' that'll give ya' flow some balance!/
ya' best effort's poor, try to make ya' diction cleaner/
i'm tryin' to teach ya' some'n boy, like i'm Ralph Dixion senior/
Shakeet ryhme petite and that little ish is weak/
i Lokh'Em down in this battleground - i'm crowned officially/
eventually, u'll see that u can't contend wit me/
and they only read ya' posts now, cause u mentioned me/


"...and a fool's voice is know by a multitude of words" - Ecclesiastes 5:3

I wouldn't even know how to call this...you two are on another level.
_______________

So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different
Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
(The Roots/Jean Grae)

thanks for the feedback yo....ol' dude holdin' it down

Yall have to excuse me. I ain't really in battle mode today. I think I have a crush on someone and it's taking away from my aggresiveness. But still I conquer!

So what I pound on words, I can’t be hated on for that
With your field nigga mentality, can’t hide the fact that you wack
When I battle, I go overboard, hit you gnats with a bat
‘The most beautifulest thing in the world is just like that!’
We all black, and I don’t care if you got 10 college degrees
Never forget not too long ago, we be hangin from the same tree
So stop dodgin the issue that my text stay nasty habitual
And I stay with the futuristic and never the conventional
You a lyrical featherweight, out of your rhyme class for sure
I’m a heavyweight when I Busta Rhyme and they be like ‘Gimmie Some More’
I hate to down a brother but homey your rap game be weak with a limp
You suck harder than a prostitute on a trick, tryin to pay her pimp
I’m dimensions ahead, we as far apart as A to Z
You need binoculars lookin through a telescope to try and see me
Quit your Islam, you ain’t good with beef, you better off with a pig
Instead of mindin my business, you should really take note of your sig
Because God looks after babies and fools, keep ‘em free from danger and strife
And with your foolish nonsense you keep postin, you gonna be taken care of for life
I ain’t cocky or overconfident, I just know my flow be more sick
Nobody will fault you when you read this and be forced to forfeit
See I simplified it so all could get it, from elementary to veteran crew
And now I saved you the trouble from getting a dictionary to know I’m better than you

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

4 real nigga, what u feel nigga? got trouble wit' ya mouse?/
i'm ill nigga, not no field nigga' cause Lif's "up in tha' house"/
in the "middle" of this "passage", i'm digging ya' deep grave/
ya' style thrown off tha' boat, cause they aint need no weak slaves!/
i got mic degrees too, and u aint graduating/
thinkin' u in love wit' rap, dawg u infatuating!/
calling out ya' weak pages, i think it's worth note/
and if u call that hating, then refer to my first post/
this dude mentioned Islam, wow....i'm so through/
u like mixed tapes without shouts...i.e. no CLUE!/
1,2,3,4,5,6,.....oh...my bad, dred/
just counting the number of my words u used from my last thread/
i'm official, right. i speak - my verse rattles/
u down wit' Fischer Price: "Sha-weak, my first battle"/
aint need simplification, i need administration/
to keep from making this lil' girl bleed like menstruation!/
and sense u waiting, let me just close on some advice:/
number 1, STAY in battle mode - keep ya swollen posts off ice!/
can't work out wit' tha' dude, i bench press exclusives/
which leads to number 2, never preface wit' excuses/
we already know u lack graded fuel thrust/
so number 3, focus on the task, not some grade school crush!/
Lif got the gift, rip spits from some newbie/
"u might win some but u just lost one" like that chic from the fugees/

"Never want to face it when it's time for punishment" -- Lauryn Hill, Lost One

gotta give this one to Prolif, just hit me a bit harder, the flow, word play, beat, it was all on point. Shakeets 3rd didnt seem as strong to me, but women seem to destroy anything good that comes outta us men anyway.(JUST KIDDING) For real though, I saw really strong stuff come outta both of you, props

"I walk around with sick styles, sippin on cristal, my whole cliques wild, I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm making hits now... when I recite you takin hours to write, so if you fight just tell ya man what kinda flowers you like"
-Big L

Nigga you love punishment, you must be an S & M freak
This marks the fifth time I deaded your garbage with my ill technique
How stupid are you homey, a battle only supposed to last three rounds
With your cupcake rhymes, I spit regurgitated bile
You can feel me in your kidneys, when my words get through your ear
I’m ill, I flow nastier than your girl’s pap smear
It amazes me how I’m so ‘wack’, yet you keep comin back
Cuz you know I keep killin your posts from your first key tap
Give it up, do I have to spell out how much Prolif sucks?
Aiight then, watch how this diesel roll over this lil Tonka truck
(P)ay attention when a nigga put (Final) in the title
(R)ealize that’s the last post in any battle recital
(O)pen your eyes to your rhymes, and stop postin rough drafts
(L)ook at how you a college freshman in a graduate class
(I) ain’t the member on this board that you need to be battlin’
(F)ar as I can tell, your rhymes are shaky, but never be ‘rattlin’
(S)hakeet Lokh Em eat any ‘PROLIFic’ emcee
(U)nder the influence or fresh and sober, it don’ matter to me
(C)losin challengers down like catholic churches all over the nation
(K)illin your nursery rhyme rap, through my lyrical suffocation
(S)ave yourself the embarrassment, and resist the urge to reply
Come to grips Bud I’m Weiser, so why ask why

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

...you guys came ill for like 5 rounds

im gonna have to give this one to prolif although keet's final final verse was my favorite of the whole battle

you guys are both on a whole new level- personally i wouldnt look forward to battling either of you

nice job thanks for giving me some sick shit to read

...(the end)...

it takes 3 round to barely warm up on one side/
i'm old school where battles lasted til one died/
and we know who got kilt', dun u soft as silk/
rookies fight wit' lil' muscles but they not often built/
i keep coming back, cause i'm dat' 1 to key it/
and all of us know u wack, we just want u to see it/
so ain't no need to get amped, that's just the way it is/
and by the way, it aint over til tha' champ say it is/
so i could really care less about ya' bossy titles/
cause i'mma keep battling til' i rid the world of false idles/
and don't battle solo, tag team in the game!!/
we starting to worry 'bout u homo, cause u keep screaming my name/
u should just retire and stop feeding through a front/
u know ya' rhymes tired, when they don't even read through it once/
tha' post slayer, spit tha' most layers/
go try anotha' board, cause u r not "ok playa'"!!/

"it takes more than just some 16's and a hook" -- Murs

You keep knockin on my door, so welcome to the terrordome
Faggot nigga keep stayin on my nuts, sniffin up my pheromone
I only kick insomniac rap stupid, my rhymes ain’t never tired
You all jittery and nervous, like undercover jakes who be wired
I did you freestyle board wonders by acknowledging you as my opponent
But through all your mindless ramble, you seem to miss the critcal component
Of skill, to match the dominant level of scriptures I produce
I treat my rhymes like a lady, but you stay with domestic abuse
Slappin garbage on my post like you possess any semblance of talent
You underachievin, instead of hammerin down your rhymes, you use a mallot
I’m building mansions of manuscript, you fake with your Fisher Price tools
I been graduated from school son, old school, new school, no school rules
So quit fantasizin about the past and your Kwame high top fades
Pay attention to the now and how you just got emcee slayed
I’m uncontested, too nice to ever lose, I’m a monster with this rhymin,
You a joke with your Vagina Monologues, I rip through you like a hymen

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

maybe it's just me, and this lame needs some time/(*sniff, sniff*)
am i the only one who sees that he keeps repeating the same lines?/
and just to prove i aint bluffing and that u need life/
let's go ahead and list the stuff that was used at least twice:/
the 'hymen' reference - and that won't even a good rhyme/
'Fischer Price', 'old school', and 'slay' - and them joints were mine!/
be original u clone, go get ya' own zone!!/
you aint even skilled enough to bite through this chrome/
oooooooo...now dude wanna get angry and pissed/
'bout time playboy, but what u aim at u missed/
u must write for Hallmark - but we don't enjoy the weak/
after i finish murdering ya' cheap arts, then i'll destroy u wit' beats/
then u can go to "soundclick" and listen to the vocals/
instead of comin' 'round here and getting destroyed in front of locals/
get ya' game up first dun, then get tha' cream later/
u prolly' got "Lif is betta" up on ya' screensaver/
wit' torches at ranches, you couldn't spark beef/
but u could put "'keet-er gets branded!" on the marquee/
i'mma keep it going like i pushed "I" and "T"/
u need coaching and prayer dog, to even rhyme wit' me/

"it's so hard, to say goodbye...." -- boyz 2 men

You the most uncreative, unoriginal, elementary bamma that post
YOU the one who keep shoutin ol school, while I’m The New Danger like Mos
I’m hard enough to recycle a rhyme or two whenever I see fit
That only means you ain’t worthy for anything new that I spit
Dummy! You an out of touch zombie from way back when
So I’ll do you a favor and bring you to the “End of the Road” like Boyz II Men
You infatuated with Shakeet, as brought out in your signature
Richard Simmons homo, your nipples get hard when I mention ya
I ain’t angry, I feel marvelous, like when Jada killed 50
Write for Hallmark? Yeah right, I only got that gangsta in me
Just do you homey, stop tryin to copy me in hopes to be trendy
Matter fact, stick with your day job writin scripts for Disney
I can’t lie man, my rhymes lean harder than Cali hydraulics
My flow is 100 proof, ask the Okay Player Shakeetaholics
Ain’t nothing cheap about my art, I spit classic Picasso poetry
Cats know they gonna get the real when they see my post and open me
Now who’s the clone? You wack down to the helix of your DNA
You a midget among giants like Earl Boykins in the NBA
“Today was a good day”, Shakeet tower over fakes like the Goodyear blimp
Don’t get me started, I eat emcees like I smoked 10 pounds of hemp

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

u must've been smoking to think that was a comeback/
and the smoke left from burning u, turns the whole sun black/
u one black boy that won't accept reality/
check replies to this post boy, u nuthin' but a casualty/
i casually leveled u, i'm factually betta' dude/
miss fake Tenacting - stop acting is what u betta' do/
i'm ahead of you, face it - no matter what the task is/
u should make "Sha'Defeat 101" and teach it to the masses/
thanks for still biting though, i guess i give u lessons/
oh! and i appreciate u doin' your best Prolif impression/
ya' best is kinda' off though, aggression kinda' soft bro'/
Lif' leave ya' lungs clouded, i suggest u drop tha' Marlboro/
written or off tha' top yo - u like a lil' kid appollo/
u aint a top 2 pick, son, u barely even Darko!/
what u are though, is one who spits wit' a gay dudes flair/
that's a fag nicaa! and a waste of good human air!/
we talkin' hip hop boy, so be a man & use it right/
check ya first spit to this one, i got u changing how u write!/
at night or in the morning, neva catch tha' god snoring/
but strugglin' to find a way 2 keep u from being boring!/
i know what u can do, to make this bout worth clashes!/
take it from A.I. - "practice! i'm talking 'bout practice"/


"im the mvp! me!" -- Allen Iverson

Homey I gotta lock on reality like Bin Laden gotta lock on C4
I spotted you a round yesterday but now you played out like Pauly Shore
And see there you go once again cloning, brotha you just don’t got no shame
Stealin that ‘Tinactin’ line from ‘The Answer’ joint from Foreign Exchange
The only thing I’m bitin is loose threads off of my heavyweight belt
Then I smack it across your forehead till it reads “Shakeet the Beast” in the form of a welt
You dropping bars of lead against a purebred, golden emcee retriever
I’m the antidote to your poison rap, I’m hotter than Apollo with a fever
Shakeet spit like a volcano, I flow heat like Kilauea every day of the year
My magma manuscripts mangle Prolif garbage like rednecks go through cheap beer
I see your fear, and believe me son, you more than justified to be afraid
With your microscopic rhymes, I sit under my monster verses for shade
Yeah I admit I’m boring, as in I’m boring holes through your weak flow
But the good thing about the manure you drop, it’ll help my lawn to grow
So now you know, don’t take me up on a battle that you know you can’t win
It’s only smart not to write a check with money you know you can’t spend
Take that cash and enlist yourself in an emergency emcee education
Cuz as of right now, we as far apart as blacks and whites during segregation
Listen son, I’ll go out of my way and extend the olive branch of royal compassion
Unless you wanna be blind and keep gettin disrespected like blacks by Affrimative Action
My rhymes are nasty like wet farts, your bars are cartoonny like Moe’s
You rap like Homer Simpson, “DOH!”, your skills stay fake like Duff beer flows

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

it's gotta hurt when u're the worst, even when i spit last i'm first/
got u taking breaks from ya' j. o. so u can read my last verse/
and tha' group right here, that's tha' witnesses/
that u sweeter than them smiley faces kats put after sentences/
say cheese when i flash tha' mic, time's done 4 u to swell up/
u like them old '83 Polaroids - take too long to develop/
and altho' i copped that Exchange, i aint hear that line/
but even if i did, it still won't betta' than mine!/
but u could never drop a album! dawg, i wish u'd do it!/
fam wouldn't support it, so i know folks won't listen to it!/
every track they'd skip through it, and at the end they'd boo it/
cause ya' flow's frozen - absolute 0 - mine's stay fluid/
shut up - i'm on the podium! Lif's like vinegar and sodium/
and i can't waste time wit kats on on the level of Nickelodeon/
it's over boss, can ya' mic funds afford the cost?/
dudes here gotta feel for a young black boy who lost/
u need a United Negro Battle Fund, but they'd change how they say it/
"so support po' lil' keet-er, cause a rhyme's a terrible thing to play wit"/

"how u let ya' instrumental out-rhyme u?" -- phonte

I’m beyond a Polaroid son, I’m Digital like the Underground
I Shock G’s with my thunderous rap, and Poseidon tsunami sound
Crashin waves of deep lyrics, wack emcees be drownin in my rhymes
I only spit real life parables, you tell it fake like the New York Times
Shakeet asphyxiate any lame lyricist, watch how these dummies get smothered
Prolif might spit one good bar if he pay attention and ‘Listen’ like Little Brother
Word to mothers, headnods to undercovers
But I save my best rap for your girl who wanna be my only lover
And don’t let me drop an album dawg, I’d freeze the Billboards like Iceman
Shoot to number one faster than Spring Breakers fly to Cancun’s white sands
Aiiyo you getting slaughtered like Native Americans by European white hands
But I’m humble, so I’d let you join my tour and be the worlds most PROLIFic hype man
You got the recipe right, you stink like vinegar, and your sodium rap bad for my heart
I get holistic and herbal with my scriptures that reach your spirit and let the mind get sparked
I’m the light in the dark, the lamp for yall wannabe emcees to follow
Shakeet spit automatic heat like an AK but my points is never holow
I’ve lost count on how many rounds you been knocked out, a lyrical T.K.O.
400 views by OKP’s to see Prolif get murdered in the Shakeet Lokh Em show

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

uh oh...dude's slippin'

u see G.O.A.T.? Prolif u must've looked up/
ya' signal's kinda' fading B, make sure the plug's hooked up/
did yall notice how his rhyming scheme changed to match Lif's?/
cool, u can borrow, just unattach my name from ya' fat lips!/
take all them shallow bars u spit, and place'em all together/
and they still couldn't carry the weight of 1 of my lower case letters/
three fourths of that post dragged along all the same/
the other fourth should be tagged along in the 'Garbage Hall of Fame'/
right there beside anything that got ya' name on it/
exposed ya'weaknesses to tha' public, now i got tha' game on it/
they see through u like xrays, u a lil' off like wes crave/
my z's flow betta' when i'm sleeping than u do on ya' best days/
now it's certain topics i stay away from, but u brought it to tha' floor/
ur rhymes already raped so much, u thought they caught a 2 to 4/
so i read ya' other posts, saw nothing i liked more/
stop dreaming about Lif's rhymes, and go home to ya' wife boy!/
i'll foward her that poem, and things might get a lil' betta/
but if i show her this forum, you won't see her again ever!/
neva' show ya' soft side, even though that's ya' whole dimension/
and don't be mad black, i mean at least i brought u some attention/
i won't hesitate to mention, how i drop u outta contention/
formerly known as "Shakeet", now known as "dude Lif was lynching"/


"i love black people, but i can't STAND NIGGAZ!" -- jermain gibson

How could my rhymin style ever imitate your wack scheme
That’s like the surgeon general takin the advice of a crack fiend
Ain’t nothing shallow about my bars, I told you I get deep like the Pacific
You ride the short bus to emcee class, I get too many presents, man I’m gifted
Never the Garbage Hall of Fame, you got the joint on lifetime lock
You push more junk than hustlas on the 1st of the month on the block
Your style’s like stinky socks, holdin corny rhymes that just won’t stop
I deliver heat every time dummy, keep spittin at niggas like police glocks
My raps crisp and fresh like Listerine, I only spit the pristine
You not the first emcee to get his head chopped off by the Shakeet guillotine
Your “z’s” don’t flow at all, neither does your “y” through your “a”
Maybe you should get into numerology and express yourself that way
Because you suck at putting words together, let alone an ill rhyme
I should be put in jail for this brutal murder, and get the needle for this capital crime
Shakeet’s a maniac serial killer, known for bitin rapper’s heads off
You in denial like the Vatican about their Crusades against Islam
Now go ahead and be a G.O.A.T. homey cuz God only lookin for sheep
It’s only Tuesday now, but I’ve already waxed you every day of this week
I stay well ahead of the pack, more advanced than those who only think of the present
Shakeet’s 4 dimensional form is a problem, I couldn’t be measured in a sextant

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

we all wish he, wouldn't take the mound when he's iffy/
i'm down to round 50, ya' style sound shifty/
Lif be consistent wit' his numbers like Duncan/
i know u printed my posts and tried to spit'em or somen'/
but here's one principle dawg, it seems that u got/
"just cause that ish rhyme don't mean that it's hot"/
if we were freestyling, we know u couldn't manage/
at least wit' keystyling, tha' flow gets an advantage/
and u still drop junk food - i chew u up, spit u out/
if Baltimore knew u came like that, dude, they'd kick u out!/
and do u really have to take what i say and make that a bar?/
trying to flip it, soundin' ignant', just to give yo'self a start?/
u recycled-rhyme-dealer-shark-biting-style-stealer/
thinkin' u flow well, i'm sick, so mine's illa'/
i'm realer, past hypeness, even ya' fans like this/
cause Lif' neva go down, sorta' like gas prices/
next time step ya' game up, cause it cost u ya' image/
this won't a battle, it was more like an offseason scrimmage/
ya last question, i'm "addressing", then i "send it out"/
Lif' tha' Legend is Armaggedon, meaning it ends now!/

...if it really is over, that was one of the illest things I seen. You guys were like heavyweight boxers standing in the middle ring fighting punch for punch. You both got some sick skills. Props to ya both Shakeet and Prolif. and I still say this should be ARCHIVED!
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So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different
Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
(The Roots/Jean Grae)

Here's my last 20 bars of cyanide to this emcee rat
You runnin in place like a gerbil tryin to compete with this cat
Outta ya league from the word jump, all star of the N.B.D.L.
Nonsense Bars Development League, your flow crusty like Gargamel
Look at yourself, enamored with the sublime emcee Shakeet Lokh Em
You been wack ever since Lou Alcindor changed his name to Kareem
You're dreamin a dream, to think you any competition with me
I step to the mic in the booth and get studio time for free
I'm tighter than most, the rhymes I kick constrict like a python
While you buyin into your own hype, tryin to make the band like Dylan
Ring the alarms, Shakeet drop more bombs than an Iraqi air raid
Cats read my posts and step up their game, now their flow ain't the same
You must be insane, to try and go this long in a battle with me
I can kick the elementary or the scientific that'll baffle a 'G'
My brother, never assume to have more skill than you actually do
I been teachin kids how to flow and I can tutor you too
Swallow your pride, take your ego and push it aside
To take me on in battle is emcee suicide
I can't help that cryptic, apocalyptic, hip-hop prophet in me
But once it's broken all down, you know Shakeet is a beast emcee

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

c'mon dog, u could'a went out harder than that/
Lif go deeper than rap, Keets grows weaker than flats/
ya' spits get no burn, ya' puns get no play/
after reading that, we were like "um.......ok"/
it's no way i could leave wit'out crossing that issue/
u went out on a sissy route - softer than tissue/
couldn't beat'em so join'em - u a reserve on Lif's team/
i only spit 8 bars 'cause that don't deserve 16/

"had to get him...had to" -- cain on dude he rolled up on at the drive through after jackin' him for his rims

You almost baited me in. But I ain't gonna do it. I'm gonna give you that free verse.

"I'm scientific, but my reflex gangsta"- Black Thought

....good battle dun....u kept me on my toes....hands down, best battle i've been in on a board and i've been doing this since 98


"'nuf respect par" -- ghostface

Somebody did INBOX both of the Moderators -- Right?


I say BOTH -- Cuz one of em' may not be available -- or just not checking the board -- But if you hit them BOTH ^UP^ -- You're bound to catch ONE! --

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

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...(the end)...

>You the most uncreative, unoriginal, elementary bamma that
>post
>YOU the one who keep shoutin ol school, while I’m The New
>Danger like Mos

hah i liked this line

these go to shakeet 10-9 although id like to see his flow change up a bit

this is the best klind of battle

long and damn close the whole way

damn i think im gonna have to go back through my scoring and figure out whos winning this

...(the end)...

...you guys are still going????

unbelievable!!

another nice pair of verses from you two

prolif i loved your okplayer line at the end of yours
(its done often but you did it well) also the im old school - battle to you die thing

but for me there was a lot in there that ive seen in other verses for me this was one of your weaker verses in this thread (not really a bad thing cause you been spitting heat the whole battle)

for me this round goes to shakeet 10-9

i have no idea where that leaves my overall scoring for this one ill put my scores all together in one post when you guys are finally done spitting final verses

this shit is truly epic & im loving every minute

keep 'em coming guys!

...(the end)...

....i tried to go back through my votes but honestly i cant even keep track of shit

im just going to go ahead and call the whole thing a tie

its been close and back and forth the whole way prolif had me yesterday and today i give it to shakeet

and either way you both deserve props for putting up so many ill verses

theres no calling this one

youre both champs

...(the end)...

Check the context leave yall wet like great sex come as u are you'll leave bloody like playtex
i got the dope text defintion of raw rhyme
u come off as a bitch or a nigga that did hard time
your mind is elementary mine is Ivy League
slaughter u no question with no time 2 plead
jeffrey dahmer ur ass chop u in a million pieces
this ain't my real rhyme brothaz this is just the thesis

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Got Damn???

http://www.myspace.com/fubar2k6

dang, yall got flows and stuff. awesome indeed. this is better then watching that boxing show.

i wont say who i think is winning cause..i cant be impartial. but all yall got some really ill talent.

@asiaradiant

thanks for reading it dog...'preciate it

one of the best battles I've seen on these boards, I'm still pretty new though. Shakeet is definately nasty, he's been here for a while, but Prolif comes hard as fuck, with a really nice flow (no homo). The only way I could ever call this one was to sit down and scientifically break this one down over a couple days, and I dont got the time or patience for that. so in my eyes, 10's for all, nice shit homeys

"I walk around with sick styles, sippin on cristal, my whole cliques wild, I'm rich pal no more sticks I'm making hits now... when I recite you takin hours to write, so if you fight just tell ya man what kinda flowers you like"
-Big L

Don't mind if I join in clairvoyance again
projectin I'm victorious enjoying a win
I slept for a long time just postin cosigns
now I'm postin the ferocious start of a sick rhyme
limelight avoided til I discovered a battle
and entered da first round wit more rounds than Frank Castle
The king's on the scene spittin steam to servants
M-16 bars to freestyle board insurgents
I'm hurtin, ya nervous, destroying ya post's purpose
ya worthless it curtains after I assert this
My feet is grounded still my mind is earthless
these beats is poundin I'm bound to over work this
All petty challengers and shiny suit polishers
can never hold ya own against a heavyweight demolisher
With knowledge of specifics I'm fuckin up logistics
And on my offtime, assessin battle statistics

Any takers??

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"Science" and Religion are the two most dangerous weapons of ideology. See holocaust.

Why do "scientists" constantly produce statistics based on "race", a social construct?

...the battles between shakeet and prolif. No offense to anyone else who came in, ya all get respect from me, especially after seeing these two go at it, but I gotta agree with dub when he says this was epic. I know I may have missed great battles in the past, but this in my mind is the most impressive battle I've seen and I personally think it has earned it's place. Crazy display of skills from both Shakeet and Prolif. The craziest thing is that they are still going at it and going strong...
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So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different
Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
(The Roots/Jean Grae)

lol...ya'll kats wildn'....i really appreciate everybody's responses...though i can't speak for him, i'm sure Shakeet feels the same way...this is one of the best battles i've ever been a part of, and i've been in a whole lot before...

But it also need to be INBOXED to the Moderators -- So they will check it!

A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence --
I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/2/photosynthesis_music.htm

I will gladly do so...
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So I don't form pals - conform to norms - morals different
Gifted - use it to shift shit a mutant shape shifter when I spit it I'm liquid
(The Roots/Jean Grae)