Black Bukowski vs Purple

Methodman 615 vs The Lyric


Good luck fams! Same rules, hot 16. t your vesrses under the VS thread, post all votes under voting threads!


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i'll be that

feeble vernacular flows
debilated by your idaho's
tell me that
despite your prose
in meager tones
you sound like
screaming threw a window
closed

*muted tones*

i can't hear you...

the people don't feel you
i know you a white dude
but you lookin kinda see thru
wonder why you unsigned
maybe it's your weakened spine
or your weekend warrior mind
the latter of success is to steep
a climb, so i suggest you resign

purple people eaters
i'll be that
weak emcee eaters
i'll be that
poor pitched prose
your rhyme flow blows
i ain't even sign up
for this battle but
my deliberate flows
have bloodied your nose

here's a tissue

see me in the next round
i won't miss you

and don't get it twisted
i haven't even begun to diss you
my tounge a double edged sword
it cuts like ginsu
and you just happen to be my fare
think about your rhymes carefully
you better be aware
because you've met your match here

do.not.respond.
anthology inbox me when i
can carry ooooon.

--
I never pretended to be anything I
wasn't, the author of fine, honest --
if often vulgar -- prose...

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i just logged on by chance and saw anthology's inbox.
i feel sorry for anyone going against me...

I never pretended to be anything I
wasn't, the author of fine, honest --
if often vulgar -- prose...

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Hello mufucka, how you doin' mufucka?
I was thinking, wait, skip the thinking
No cameras nor lights, but, definitely action
I walk up to you and smack you in the head with a mic,
Now, your head is open, spewing alphabets that used to be words, which used to be phrases, which used to be sentences
I observe the mic, feelin a lil bit like OJ Simpson,
I sin, cos there's alphabet matter all over the mic;
And the mic imprint on your skull fits my mic,
Plus, the mic happens to be my favorite murder instrument - I guilty
I guess that makes me Grim the Mic Reaper
I grin, as I proceed to eat the mic as a snack, Or
did I eat the mic to hide the murder weapon?
Either way, as I eat the mic with alphabet matter that used to be yours,
I create new words which turn into phrases which turn into sen'ences,
also known by emcees in ciphers as verses that Just Bla-zes
And for my dessert, imma rap Pentagons around your brainless corpse,
then crash a plane-full of lyrics to Dolbe surround-sound you
I sound so good, don't I mufucka? I know I do cos I turn one hit wonders into mo' hit wonders
But you wouldn't know (would you?) cos I just described your death to your carcass
That means you suffered death by my words, biiiietch!

You still breathing? Oh, you must be a deadman still rapping
Bragging, empty words, actin',
How could you be, so unoriginal witchur tongue lashing?
Copycat-ing, unoriginal: You take another rapper's name, and add your area code, men?
My bad, I ain't realize you're Methodman's groupie in the back of hooptie doing ya duty
Methodman six-one-five? (huh)
No matter how hard you try,
you always be a bootleg version of Methodman, and I ain't buying
Your method, man, needs a real fast revival plan
Survival, and you definitely ain't the fittest, therefore
you need to, trade tips and lips and lisp, with Richard Simmons,
then strip ya hips, and dip, so he can hit it
I try, to make y'all brain pull a damn muscle,
but y'all can't handle a ram tussle?
Fine, imma keep it simple for you people,
give you ample e-xamples for your peep-holes, (whoa)
Billy Jean is not your lover, boy
Billy The Goat is more your lover, boy
Rosie O'donnell got more game than you,
She prob'ly got bigger dick than you
Meth, you a three legged bitch,
all the neighborhood dogs done had you
Even Devry Uni got more cred than you
I Busta your Rhymes so Don't Touch Me Now
Or imma bust ya lips, give you dick-sucking ones -- there it go that lisp again
Question: Why you come at me with them nursery lines?
You must be one of them kids left behind
Fa seriously, you need to go back tah (to)
being Soulja Boy's ghostwriter
"I'm jocking on you ... superman dat ho"
Fuck, I'm embarrassed for even repeating that shit
But wanted to let people know you ghost wrote that stank fish
Go 'head, find something to crank cos frankly, you shooting blanks

Here's my second one...

Neither you or I gang bang/
So stop taking shots at the Wu-Tang/
Stop taking cocks in ya poo tang/
Come on let me kick it like Lu Kang/
Quoting Busta Buss from “The Big Bang”?/
What you think you Rah Digga?/
And you think you raw nigga?/
FINALLY wrote a bar nigga!!!/
Bring it up to par nigga/
Can't believe that this nigga brought sonnets to a war nigga/
Ya Comet(trademark), mop the floor with ya/
Not even a chore nigga/
Wish the boards’d move quicker/
Hurry up and lose/
Cause you nothing but a bore/
Outta season jive turkey/
All ya stuffing on the floor/
Bought to teach him/
Nigga beg just like Oliver Twist/
And I ain’t got anymore/
Except the flows I’ma dish/
When ya signing on the boards/
To face me and I’m a cyst/
Lyricist/
Make you ball up hard fists/
Make a bitch/
Nigga soft like a kiss/
So nigga keep on rhyming “shit” with a “fish”/
And nigga I’ll keep online-ing disses like this/

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

(Note to Anthology: Are the voting threads for all three verses, or is there one voting thread for each verse)


Damn toy rapper, baby-wipes boy rapper
Still-writing-wit-ya-eye rapper
Your-nuts-stuck-in-a-rhyme-dick-tionary rapper
When you gon' learn to write wit ya ears, rapper?
You-can't-even-hear-internal-rhymes, you wanksta
Internal rhymes is what my first verse was about, you faux gangsta
Second verse was dissing your Wu-Tang-dick-riding arse fly
Can't believe I have to explain this shit to ya
On my ish, "shit" rhymes wit "fish", psycho-acoustically
What's next, you tell me you "truely" don't rhyme with "enemy"?
But that's what happens when you get your cues from rhyme dictionaries
You really do need to go back to hooked-on-phonics
Bitch, you need to take this beating in missionary position
Extra, extra, read all about this commotion:

"I got the biggest balls that you seen thus far"

Quickest flow, witty-est of them all, no par
While you unsuccessfully try to make Love In This Club,
I just spiritually make love in these bars,
Hop off these nuts mon (man), I'm tryna bust wan (one)
Dem fiya in mi loins, 'bout tah booyaka, booyaka
Previous round, I smoked you like Meth and didn't get high
Why? Cos you're harmless, I'm Mos Def-est, You're soundless
Took YOUR space, made it MySpace, now I own you like Murdoch
Replaced YOUR face wit mine on YouTube lists,
made it MyTube, now YOU got identity crisis
Confirmed you's a bitch when you said you got cysts
Stale bread you are, you done turned into yeast
What More Can I Say? Guru play the beat!
Moment of silence for this bietch I'm 'bout to beat

{silence}

Don't make me converse wit you using another concept verse like my first stanza
Put you in a hearse, then bury you alive, bull's eye!
Cleanup on aisle ninety-nine is needed, you douche bag
Go back into your momma's vagina and lose hard
From the beginning, you BEEN a loser
Fffffuck!!! I'm child-abusing this mo'fucka
Damn, even my hypeman got better lines than you
To even this out, imma let you battle my adlibs:
Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah
Yo, uh, I'm hiphop, I won't stop, uh
I'm hiphop, I won't stop, nuh, NEVER....
You Lost One, You're Clinton, I'm Obama
911, I sent you to E.R. for causing you trauma

quick question lyric, how many damn verses are you trying to do man? I mean, I assumed that this was best out of 3 at the most. you need to chill out with those happy typing fingers. didn't you say before that you were going to wait for anthology to post a new thread before you wrote another verse??? damn. and uhhhhh, what happened to 16 bars, you're over here writing paragraphs lol

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

lol lol lol lol lol u scurred????? When it rains, my brain pours....

Nah men, that was one verse ...I just gave spaces to make it easy to read LOL. I couldn't wait, shit was on my finger tip, and this whole thing is moving too slow LOL...

Fa real though, that whole thing is one verse. They said no holes barred, AND how does one measure 16 bars without a beat? I'm just sayin.

But come wit fiya son!!! LOL

scared? no. it just seems that you're trying to keep this thing going on forever until you win something. I mean, you lost round 1 and nobody has judged round two yet. If I win based on both of our second verses, this shit is done son. I personally don't think you should have even gotten a second chance, but I guess you did. you need to go ahead and give up, i'm pretty sure it was nobody's intention (aside from maybe yours) to have each round last for a whole damn week or so. I personally don't feel like I should write another verse unless you won the second round. If you don't, please stop, as this is becoming really lame.

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

Ha! Yo, your argument is real cute. I am gonna resist poking at the holes in your argument.
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In the meanwhile, post your verse!
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Stop stalling...

Ha!

Alright man, i'm just gonna finish this...

Nigga I'm All That like Super Dude/
Ya gassed like a Subaru/
Soon to lose/
Beat ya on the beat/
So ya soon to bruise/
Say ya won round 2?/
Still confused?/
Verse still ain't rhyming/
Cause it's more like an interview/
I'm more in a winner's mood/
I don't need parenthesis/
For emphasis/
Bout what i'm fiddna' do/

(win...)

Ya bitchin' like a feminist/
But still folding linens fool/
Saying your a criminal.../
Say ya bars rhymed?/
Well it must be subliminal/
Instead of rhyming/
Making sound effects like Emeril/
Say ya smoked Meth?/
Must of got the wrong chemicals/
Damn ya third verse got some long ass intervals/
And I know you rehearsed to pronounce the syllables/
I denounce this nigga/
Smoked an ounce of this nigga tho/
WHY CAN'T THIS NIGGA FLOW!?!?!?/
I tell him/
He reply back "how" like a Seminal/
My verse made him lie back/
Plowed on his genitiles

ya punk bitch...

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

"Ya bitchin' like a feminist/
But still folding linens fool/
Saying your a criminal.../
Say ya bars rhymed?/
Well it must be subliminal/
Instead of rhyming/
Making sound effects like Emeril/
Say ya smoked Meth?/
Must of got the wrong chemicals/"


MURRRRRDERRRR!!!!

I use Stikum on my hands everyday to catch bitches.

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WTF... With the assumption he'll have a pair of words that rhyme:

My vote: Mista Meth 615

"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

I never pretended to be anything I
wasn't, the author of fine, honest --
if often vulgar -- prose...

(i'd be like "yo, uhhh, yo) lol

Lyric,
I like how you started with a greeting/
Well, i'll start with some teaching/
Ya rap Pentagons?/
Well, i'll start with my breaching/
Stark wackness in ya flow/
Start reading/
Stop breeding/
Seems you lacking in both/
You need more bars/
Lean back for the soap/
In the jail cell/
With the male lyric'll elope/
So you looked down upon by the spiritual folk/
Ya said you'd murder me/
Well, I guess it's murder she wrote/
You urgently need instructing/
For something to boast/
Lyric coming bought as hard as the D*** up in his throat/
Ya Fake OJ/
You wanna kill?/
You say you ill?/
Well i'm the antidote/
And ya battle verse is just an antic dote/
Stale like the pope/
I'm a booby trap nigga/
With the nails and the rope/
Guess The Goonies back nigga/
When this child went and spoke/
Meth now provoked/
And none better this year/
Lyric yelling bitch like Kanye Cheddar/
When awards show near...

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

my bad I put this in the wrong place

After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

Meth very easily

I use Stikum on my hands everyday to catch bitches.

(((Crystal Meth))) --

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I have to say Meth won this, not quite what i expected from lyric, usually comes wit summin better.

Vote :Meth

this was the mud bowl of mud bowls

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Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

From viewing the North Bracket, I just noticed that the thread for each verse has to be started by Anthology.

So, Anthology, let me know when you create a thread for the 2nd round/verse so I can re-post mine.

this was a rout

3 nil Meth

this here:

"Say ya smoked Meth?/
Must of got the wrong chemicals/
Damn ya third verse got some long ass intervals/
And I know you rehearsed to pronounce the syllables/
I denounce this nigga/
Smoked an ounce of this nigga tho/
WHY CAN'T THIS NIGGA FLOW!?!?!?/
I tell him/
He reply back "how" like a Seminal/"

ended all conversation, criticisms, and everything else

but i will extrapolate further just for constuctive purposes...meth...don't wait for the 3rd round to come with a B+ punchline...lyric...in written battles...fuck off-rhymes...only lace them in the obvious...and for the love of god...punch your opponent with something other than a lisp that you never heard and all that visual/audio shit is lame is fuck in a battle that is visual

honestly...if this was an audio battle...this might have been closer...but it's not...and from now on cats who drop first should not drop again until the 4th verse...in other words...ABBAAB...because i think lyric dropping first is basically what gave him the first 2...which is why i didnt judge the 2nd until i saw the 3rd...see you next time lyric..i'm sure you will pick it up

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YOU are moving on to the next round!

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Enter the Written World of Fahim Malik Nassar

The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

Tha Anthology (Words 2001-2003) Poetry inspired by OKP and Wash, DC
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