Hey, everybody. Sorry that I've been absent for so long...been in the studio prepping some new goodies.

BUT FUCK APOLOGIES...LET'S GET BUSINESS!!

The Quarterfinals had some ill matchups....and the winners were

dave (263) put a phonetic manhandling on MiracleRic (253)

MayoKing (172) talked about Spontaneous (166)'s mama for 12 hours straight...

jayare214 (98) teabagged the spit out of syllabicdivinity (92)'s mouth...

and...finally

Ezzsential (123) but InstantAxis (120) freckles on FULL BLAST!

So...There you have it.

The Semifinal Matchups are

dave vs. MayoKing
Ezzsential vs. jayare214

By now...you guys know the drill...but just in case you don't...

1. 3 rounds, AB-BA-AB format! If you spit 1st in one round, you go 2nd in the next. If you went last in the 1st round...just drop your 2nd verse right afterwards. Don't wait for votes and shit...all that does is slow things down.
2. 16-24 bars max. Don't try to overkill your opponent. The 1st person to go in a round sets the tone for the rest of the round...so if your opponent goes 16....try your best to go 16 with him/her.

3. VOTE ON OTHER PEOPLES ROUNDS! This will get easier as time goes on. I'm setting the MINIMUM (meaning PLEASE do more) at 5 battles for the 1st round (Translation: vote on 5 other people's shits if you are a participant)

4. ALL ARE ENCOURAGED TO VOTE! If you didn't make this tourney...please vote anyway, 'cause we will need your opinion.

5. ONE WEEK PER ROUND! I'll try hard to stick to this. Now, I know not everybody has a DSL at the crib like I do...but please do your best and get in here timely.


6. IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS/CONCERNS...POST THEM IN THIS THREAD OR HIT THE INBOX! I'll do my best to answer whatever I can.

ONE MORE THING. VOTE IN A BOXING SYSTEM! THAT MEANS

10-9 for a win
10-8 for a knockdown in a round
9-9 for a draw in a round.

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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.

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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

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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.

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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

well, mayoking i guess you earned yourself the luck of the draw/
goin verse for verse tit for tat with a cat throwin knuckles in brawls/
you want attention, our battle alone is bound to cop a view all/
so un fuckwittable i gave the last 3 contenders blueballs
jerkin off in the loser's circle, i revert dudes to lurker status,
spittin classics from the back of the throat, vocals deemed hip hop quotable apparatus/
and my saliva's a biohazard/turnin weak cats into antimatter
matter of fact you met your match struck it and now i'ma burn this actor/
down to size/
no need to adjust your eyes/ or monitor, you cant see me...
i might just take the 2nd round off, and let you cop a freebie/
i know i'm over your head with these writtens better yet to be specific,
i'm harder to read then faded out chicken scratch hieroglyphics/been firin' physics for ages,
deliverin lyrics in stages/now i'm spreadin the gift out to allcomers like the shit was contagious, no rubbers bustin in faces,
no fuckin way to vaccinate this/ section 8 originated super phonetical spittin engagement

IMHO it was a miracle you got past ric
I'm LOL at your attempts to suck my dick
yo the mic's over here! watch where you spit
lubin up my lyrics to take it but i ain't playin that shit
fareal, you as fake as a cub scout skit
or rupaul tryin on the latest lip-stick
yo, i don't even have to rhyme on this
1st round and you're clutchin your neck like absynthe asphyxiation
you're the type to jack your own rhymes, this ain't battle masturbation!
wake up! *ding* the time is 1/2 past k.o.
we gonna conga at your funeral like i was singin daaaaaaaay-o!
day-ay-ay-o, may-ay-ay-o shows you how it feels to have a J.O.B.
i'll give you triple the experience, you're getting 'fired' times three
but you ain't Trinity and i ain't Neo
what you drive? a Neon? naw, probly a Geo
Track(er) this i'ma pack heat in this quiet Storm
i pop your lyrics easily cuz they corny like uhhh...
yeah, a forced stutter, taste better with fake butter
i margarine your marginal methods like a muffled mutter
i AM lucky dave, i drew YOU for this round
you're spittin nuthin but loogies,
83-post new-bein's get found 6 underground

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It's good to be the King.

i guess i owe you courtesy for spittin the minimum
took you 2 days to come up with bars that get ground up like cinnamon
bitter syllogisms comin out like cynicism of Simon
believe me, your rhymes ARE 'fuckwittable' and get ripped thru like hymens
who the eff you revert to lurker statuses?
you're the jerk jerkin off so much you got small calluses
you an anarchist?/striking matches?/you strike poses
i Deebo'd every worthy line you had AND YOU KNOW THIS,
MAAAAAAAN, in half the time you shoulda spit half the rhymes again
your rhymes ain't meaty, you the type to want beef like a vegan
lookin like ja rule in this corner, singin 'i'll let you cop a freeeeeebie
lemme spark ish/with a better battler/to make up for my small peepee'
lemme acronym this clown, let's see... D A V E...
'dumb ass vaginal entertainer?' or is it 'dickless and virgin eunuch?'
you rock Rodman dresses like ancient Greeks wore tunics
but no rebound, your shots blocked, you're exposed as an ignoramus
fact is dave, you'll NEVER be a member of Hip-Hopics Anonymous

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It's good to be the King.

_

shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

_

www.davidevanmcdowell.com

dog, this is not a 12 round battle, stop with love jabs and throw a punchline/
typin in caps dont make your raps no less wack just mean you overly hype like you unsigned/
and the word 'dick' ?
in and out your mouth more than a gay porn actor,
rhymes could double as homoerotic fiction just for the sheer queer factor/well, i'ma rip your ass a/
new hole for your boys to fill, you can thank me later
waited til i dropped to pop off your rhetoric, but still kickin inadequate data,
didn't gather that dave's/ a no shit taker, and the odds are stacked against you,
not enough ammo in acronym practicin to back your weak shit up and defend you,
more lethal than injections delivered thru c-sections at the day of your birth,
i'm worse, i curse every rhyme book you littered in with your silly writtens to
return back to this earth,
shit's a travesty, spittin raps at me haplessly usin internet jargon,
IMHOs and LOLs,
the fuckin' hell?
you unskilled and deserving of pardon,
you not on par with dun, but he talked sideways so in turn i'll kill his pre-written
you had the upperhand, but still managed to suck like interns for bill clinton
honestly?
i don't even why i'm wastin my energy & time,
you sang to me twice in your verses and your last 2 lines didnt even rhyme...

you about to leave the battle grounds, join the loser's ranks and assimilate
but i know mayo, the type of cat askin me to ghostwrite his demo tape,
dave makin cats hyperventilate,
stutterin over cliches and broke patterns,
positioned yourself for the last verse but you see now it doesn't
really matter...
you right, i could never battle anonymous,
the mere thought is preposterous,
i gets dap when i spits raps,
leavin my Marx on soft rappers lke a communist...
while mayo gets reamed like a sodomist, spoke of courtesy for spittin the minimum,
duke was too shook to get it poppin,
then came with trite writes spittin effiminate,
indescriminate penmanship limited vocab, slow rappin dimwitted,
i throw back your game like i'm blockin old school hook shots and shit, gettin pinned against/the boards
get a better cat to write your shit, dunno who's verses you quotin,
but i'm about to come thru your locale,
go wild and snatch the phone cords out both your modems
talkin bout what i drive, dog i drive a hard bargain
exhalin carbon monoxide
oxidizin you and your whole department of conartist rappers who startin,
i drop clinics on how to battle,
but you couldnt box with the kid if you was his fkn shadow

so don't even try
your punchline is missing the KNOW-how and gets soaked up by my subject line

'cop a view all', 'cop a freebie'
unless you a cop there's no way you can arrest me
and 'my' use of internet jargon
you the cat throwin in Common* cliches to 'drive your hard bargain'
you're hard-headed, you got rejected 3 times (in the last line alone!) and re-gret it
u already flaming so i spit gas on your minor conflagration that's un-leaded
oh wait my bad you're already 'exhalin' carbon monoxide
you're full of hot air, you said it yourself, gettin dropped by your 'shadow' guy
high on your own fumes, you drift off with no commotion
your implosion imminent like the Hindenberg explosion
you're annoying like mosquitos or ants in park picnics
fact is you had more to say with your 'x' in post 6
you drop clinics on how to battle? you still strike me as a cynic
when i get done with MC's guess where they go? that's right, the Mayo Clinic
so yeah, when you accuse of 'limited vocab' make sure you come with better wit
ya non-rhyming non-spelling 'dimwitted eff(e)minate ind(i)scriminate' confederate

*i hype like i'm unsigned, you hype cuz you my hype-man
you even copy my non-Capitalization write scheme, learn your own style to type man

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It's good to be the King.

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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.

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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

clicked your link...herese some feedback

your a precoscious pretentious poser
posing for posters like geaorge bushs concubine coke in holsters
look love when you judged and accused me of biting
you neglected the fact nobody really reads what your writing
im stereotyping my attack on aguleera
mascara rapper masqurading as a lyrical terror
I tame clueless kitty cats till they sleepin and purrin
pound till my punches resemble a blur
domestically dominant destorying these derelect half dimes
with them lines? you only get in the game at halftime!
you lack lyrical heat hiphops first mime
changed ya eggs to melon nuts when you compared flows with mine
redesign your underwire cuz nobody supports ya sport
im a corvetee youz an underpowered escort
hedi fleiss flossin in thongs talent show gonged
chicks like you i hit after im drunk and hit the bong
wheres ya songs rapper? can you even recite ya lines
convoluted interpretations of nelly and einstein
combined. homegurl you remind me of nines
been through hood hands used to gettin shot from behind
prints wiped clean by most but keep searchin youll find
a blind deaf trigger man to be in love with ya ryhmes...

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

Ok psuedo.. there’s even more shit I noticed than this:

(this battle) his line: mascara rapper masqurading as a lyrical terror
(2nd battle) my line: scrimmage your recycled character that's macarated bitch with mascara
(2nd battle) his line: yo DVS! the fuck i told you bout these amateur foes,flimsy with flows fraudlent flacid rap bastards
(1st battle) my line: Either rook or vet labels amp me to consistently plunder flimsy foes ,Impose wackness to backflips/ put emcees in rows and mow


I saw your approach way before you wrote it/ You take vocab from me, and previous disses that ax and syl already said/ jumble them with mad typos and claim them keystyles/ your just a child, strip the skin from you red-boned limbs/ bend novice poets in timbs like gimp/ strip you down till you limp- biscuit/ fidget artificial into computer pixels/ dismantle you into kibbles, and bits/ and you clicked… on what? Cuz my link has been dead! / Now its time to mutilate your pretty painted picture imitation litterateur to shreds/ circumvent comatose pinhead paraphernalia protruding confetti to shindig piñata jelly-belly enchilada wonton wannabe mockeries/ demolish thee to the third power scour cowards howlin’ warewolf false statements, losin patience, should claim patents my ion meta-tactics cuz its getting’ gaffed in, my next battle/ he claims noone reads my shit cuz he stole my whole babble like cattle and noone peeped the sheep/ should shackle or could apply a fuggin “lyrical” muzzle and pile them in heaps but realize I’d rather spit ambidextrously rockin’ cocks, filled with juice, make em guzzle- til they heave/ and gobble, like turkeys in sporadic chiropractic spasms/Convert my vile verbalization into “surging” neon rings that contain carbon atoms, boomerang bars back at em’ apply scars like ninja stars, til’ actors rattle in shifts at the lips like parkinson’s diseased mobs/the doctrine is, my sincere stimulus scientifics are fueled by fraudulent prepubescent
dense noggins stalkin slobberin evangelists on synagogs, droolin on decatent documentaries til they leave spots, I audit them so they repent while vibrantly vigorously jerk off/peep the flow chart…its hypnotic how I line emcees single-filed till they sprout crops/ and bang their metal medleys repetitively til’ they create sparks/sneakin’ two snagglin’ samples with me … hip hop Noah’s ark…there’s a fine line between love and hate for this art, ‘specially when people can’t think of their own shit.. and throw their own darts/ I start wondering with suspense how inferential non-sense this cat will invent/ when I read his second line again I realized it didn’t make any sense/ your tactics aren’t on deck yet.. rather bench warming… could go on how you’re lame and corny…but its getting annoying/ save it for next verse…


I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

OHHHH SHITTTT!!!!!

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

so we exchanged words and burned like the clap
ezzential claimin everything i write she worte was a trap
and i bit cuz i love my shit and author my spits
with the fires of inspiriation playa haters eat a dick
but look chick ya rza- ish defifnition is played
that nigga changed his lineless rhyme style when no attention was paid
I never felt it razor dull and thats your call?
you lack imagination rhyme flow confidence and balls
ya flaws i seek to expose like HBo hoes
in taxi cab confession given bargain basement blows
and I know jealousy heresy and misdiections ya tools
like on dates showin ya tits and hidin erect tools
i correct fools and leave red ink on ya thesis
peeps its hopeless only ya crew supports this feces
that ya fling i bring cred ya bring stubbly legs
and ya she-male harem spiitting from craftmatic beds
instead of claimin credit for whatver i said
come up with rythmatic flows for ya mic checks
ya like white folks that dance to the words not the beat
skills suburb sup par subjectless sub - weak
below submarine flows sunk silly hare
invest in a thesaurus ghostwriter beats flows and nair.

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

I'll spit again .. first.

Inarticulate simpleton venture /beating gums noisy endeavors Impaled pores with toothpicks acupressure, oil your joints-pull the lever and dump out some gore/your dumbfounded in your comebacks putrid and putback smack you zwieback in your juggernaut girl curved spores/ the gait of doogie howser polish pink curls in confetti trousers, hemorrhage defenses from inner soul drawers for hours/ about your – net-cee steez treading lightly on pussyfoot crannies and nooks/I snatched you from the basketball court in pink bicycle shorts-shook/ date rape was just the beginning; distort postures positioned for me entering/propelling swelling from flustered spanking/ then barbarically put your parts on trees for hanging/ swanging dicks and balls <shit went well> till they spatter/ leave you suckin me off-<in the tell> till it lathers/cotton-mouthed jabber clatters my balls, every time you verbalize/ I’m getting madder , breathin’ like darth vadar cuz cornball concoctions inflame fester ample eyes/ paper mache paralyzed cliché.. damn any more words to say that your fake? Shake-and-bake plaster synthetic kinesthetic-ally you rust/switched sexes with incentive so I perform the fuck/ give this bitch a Pap smear and find my aggravated nut/ cut numskulls into puzzle shapes with my “lyrical” shrapnel/ curb perturbed motif into knuckles pounding relentlessly you till you buckle backwards/ jayare claims he doesn’t take shit serious yet writes 3 paragraph explanations/ zzzzzzzz zealous zombies lack proper preparation -insinuatin’ I’m ruffled/ your pages to me is Charlie Brown and speaks in muffles/ cuz your heart beats up custard and utters in shuffles/ stack your weak regimen rehashes into text and then -watch it tumble…



-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

Ezz came with the up-graded confidence and flow

and

Jayere fluked up when he mentioned "date rape" in his lines, not feeling your desperation flurry.

Ezz 10
Jayere 8

10-8, Ezz took this one

rhymeless lineless senseless drivel
on the court left colorblind off my crossover dribble
ya mr wipple soft wiffle ball flows get blasted
my lines 'buckled backwards'by ya automatic matress
mackin rappins lackin in fundamental parts
in rap your careers short of skills heart spark and art
you rhyme not - flood the page in attempts to confuse
a plague of locusts im moses amatuer rapper its hopeless
dopeshit will only slide over ya 'beaten gums'
if ya toungue a junkee till he comes and get him sprung
ya done before ya started lyrically mexican foood farted
rapidly gatling that garbage eaten ya lard flows is fattening
im enacting a new program for you minscule minds
with dimunitive lines nonexistent flows n rhymes
translucent mimes mimickin my punches lyriclally stickin
and movin shootin seed in ya hair like conditioning
rippin em like ya pages after reading my work twerp
ya shit makes as much sense as shakespeaeran dirt mcgirt
rappin to pay the bills youd starve sport not enough perks
like ya breasts might i suggest given a pole a twerk
cornball convert convoluted confessions of cowardess
victimize ya date rape metaphor leaving it powerless.

BTW....i aint mention date rape first like chaste-souls said I really do wonder what cats be reading sometimes.....

EZZENTIAL.....
good writing with ya....keep doin ya thing....i might not feel ya style but you did get me heated and wanting to write....big up....
-j

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

Ima be like dave and give this verse for a freebie/ but still…expose jay ARE’s repertoire into what jay IS lyrically….

Farm animal squabble dannimal gestures squared decimal mental stencils/ comparable to slobbered genitals- with a trail of flem, finger fucked wishy washy tempted temps transmitting diseases and then, form fitted corsets for the stifle, squeeze triggers on rivals… which emcee is prodigious? Monogamous on creativity and topic logic polygamy? Get the point across (smile)… this is the basic instruction, huffin and puffin to blow down (style)… pound for pound we throw down somthin’ -in the cipher “everybody wanna be an emcee” .. be E-Z there weider! My spasm chasm blows out the bathroom digestin’ the martyr…everyone knows when I’m “bussin” its comin in Charters/ “too tarter” too absorb ideas or impressions… your “sports” retort was your last resort… it implies questions to the limited character your possessin’, ofcourse/ check the query of mental effort, its too short to compute on the paystub of “smug” dispute/ salute- the style versatile cuz used muse hunches and “hoots”/ hollarin’ with etch-r-sketch monotoned “ja-rules” walkin’ in moonwalkin boots/ rip you up by the roots- fuggin wit my estrogen-testosterone microphone rippin’ linguistics/ my style was developed by years of dedication and diligence- remember sittin’ up nights with my boys writin’ lyrics to change worldly mediocre sentiments/ mad critiques to feed the leagues of bullshit degenerateness/ I’m the only one to break the dam on my dammed foundation, then apply my own sutures/ cuz online anyone can become an emcee, writer, or “producer”…





-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

All are welcome to vote.
We score on a boxing system...

10-9 for wins
9-9 for draws
10-8 for Knockouts

ALSO...MAKE SURE YOU PUT WHAT ROUND YOU ARE VOTING ON IN THE MESSAGE...SO I CAN KEEP TRACK AND MAKE SURE THERE ARE NO DOUBLE VOTES!!

Peace,

DVS

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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.

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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

you're the type to jack your own rhymes, this ain't battle masturbation!
and a couple of the lines at the end were mayos highpoints.

dave pretty much talked about himself and mayo only in the abstract....I liked daves verse better tho....it read waaaay better than mayos....

gotta call rd 1 a draw....9-9 i didnt see much from either of you that looked lethal here.
-j

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

round two mayo distinguished himself with a funny ass verse all directed towards dave, and read well...

dave....your verse read like it would be impossible to say, and all the gay shit has been done to death so i wasnt surprised byy any of your punches.

Mayo nice verse....

mayo 10 - 9

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

closest round....

Dave: you brought a more concrete rhyme scheme and delivery, but lost steam in theend....more gay cliches tho....really all the homo shits been done to death so iof you go there you gotta bring some real imaginiation...

mayo kinda picked up where he left off in two....specific shots at you....you didnt end as strong as you did in 2, but you were consistent on this and it hit pretty good all the way thru...

mayo 10 dave 9
-j

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

rnd 1: mayo 10-9
rnd 2: mayo 10-9
rnd 3: draw 9-9

mayo killed it with the creativity, peace

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

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It takes years to become an overnight success...

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twitter.com/SpontaneousDJ

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It takes years to become an overnight success...

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yo dont take all this battling shit personal peeps....yeah your site is down but it was up the day i worte the verse. plain in simple I have honestly NEVER read a verse youve written prior to your battle with frak so your repeated and thin accusations that i am "stealing your genius" is thin and unfounded. look shorty i do this shit for fun....you are taking a week to get back at me then acting like you never had that all american girl page up with the bra and panties....its not that serious shorty...i do this shit for FUN!!!! i write AND record mine...my MUSIC is more important than this battle thing...fropm the looks of it postiung more than 1nc a week is more than you can do right now....theres not much thought going into my verses i just write. dont take all this shit so personal folks its all just for fun....relax....breathe easy...if you wanna continue we can, but like i said this shit is just fun, you seem like the shit is really getting to you and it shouldnt....
be easy...
-j

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

that couldnt have been said any better, not just for E but for alot of cats on this board.

fuck a sig!!!!!

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/0/invmusic.htm

i get more head than jason
kids son!!!-my boy DJ

im what ya bitch wanted for
christmas!!!!-my boy DJ

and you can lick my balls
drenched in alcohol!!!


"you know I'm playi

for battles you have to find fuel for your fire...
I'm not mad at all.. havent been really attentive to this cuz i been mad busy.. ( i also apologize and told dvs that I needed more time)
but if making me seem like I'm mad or something gives you heads up and props or will make you win the battle.. then use it for your next verse.. that would have been a good comeback jayare.. whatever it is that u hope to achieve by posting it.. i hope u do it. peace.
-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

oh my.. what have we resorted to? when the fuck did I have verse up with my bra an panties???? the only website i had, had a face shot... making shit up again?




-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

my bad....
not that serious....
-j

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

no offense jay, but whether u read her verses or not, that shit is very very suspect, and since u never read them why did u vote on any of her battles? thats not being cool, i wouldnt expect any1 to own up to something like that, but thats some hell of a coincedence, and as far as takin so long, i can understand being mad at that, but u really shouldve saved that for a verse, i know u dont take it serious but at least try to win, it ends up sounding like excuses, peace

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

1rst you shore are taking an interest in this arent ya ric?
2nd ezzential when you get ya comp up we can trade audios, cuz my profession is audio production. to say that becuase an alliteration in a line is the same is plagerism is just pain gay....":fradulent foes with the strength of hercules the way you on my tip must really hurt ya knees"- del the funkee homosapaien (C) 1991. does that make both me and ezzentail plagarists???? look i take a plagerizing accusation very fucking serious cuz i am both a poet and song writer. everything i author is an original composition, and for ANYONE based off the VAGUE similiarities in a couple of keystyle lines to seriously insist on slinging that accusation is just fucking immature....but look there i go sounding mad right? hahahah in truth i literally write most of my battle verses in 10 - 15 minutes. the only verse i refer to is my competoitions wwhen there is ammo to be grabbed from their verse. as for your concerns ric, about me reading or not reading....look at the fuckin votes man! I aint have time ti read most of the battles in the first round.....in the second round i had more time and their were fewer verses...I read ezzentials 2nd rd battle vs frak to see what her style was cuz honestly I didnt know DICK about her cept she was accusing me of jacking her shit. For the record....be it poetry a battle verse, a keystle, or a full composition song, every composition i come up with is a combination of my own gift with words and divine inspiratioon that guides me. look, im a writer. that s what i am and thats what i do. maybe yall know mufuckas that aint shy about jackin verses, but i been rhyming for 11 years!!!! TRUST, no disrespect to ezzential, but were i a shady disreputable snake who stole shit, There are more established and more potent writers to jack from both on these boards and in hiphop. Ive been into this music since 1980.....I take my music and my lyrics seriosuly.....any mufucka that thinks any aspect of this is stolen from abnother emcee can bring it in text, or in audio and get their ass chewed....
ezzential....im sure you do ya thang but in reading ya verse It read too dense and convoluted to spit to a beat. maybe you can maybe you cant. either way trust famz, i aint steal nothing from another writer since i been doing this shit.

Ric.....you takin this awful personal and slingin some serious accusations famz. I have VOLUMES of both verses and poems, and i personally find the most offensive thing another writer can EVER do to another is jack without giving due props. so as for ANYTHING i have typed, spit, or produced being "suspect", do yourslef a favor and get aquainted with my work before you talk.

peace.
BTW....Ezzential I feel you on the time thing...if you still wanna fuck with this battle drop your 2nd...its your turn ma....if not then fuck it....i repeat for the millionth time....
it aint that serious....
-j

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

given the vast quantity of people on this earth now and in the past,
i feel it is virtually impossible to have 'original ideas'.
of course, we all strive for them, and we cite whenever we know we are
quoting 'original' ideas. but we are human, and thus fallible.
chances are the idea we attribute to a person that has copywritten said idea
was thought up in the past.
do i think jayare bit ezz's verses? no. we can be exposed to sumthin once,
totally forget about it, and think up a similar verse subconsciously.
also, it is not impossible for 2 people to think up similar verses independently
with no exposure. for an analogy i think of 2 scientists halfway around the world
from each other with no communication that think up identical ideas or products.
i say Ezz, spit verse 2 and y'all finish your battle out
and jay, no need to promote hostility. if you got beef with one person,
inbox them (in a non-hostile manner) or ignore (there's always gonna be haters)

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It's good to be the King.

i find it quite funny how people think Jayare is the angry one, people really dont pay much attention, here, peace.

fuck a sig!!!


why MiracleRic thinks me and him clic aight, here's the reason, u real with yours, i am once i bring my guard down, we both stupid as hell, we both got our talents, want a lot of the same things, like a lot of the same things, we both

k, didn't mean to imply that... it's just angry sounding words from almost e'rybody
that had me wanna step in and increase the peace

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It's good to be the King.

I expect this!

as I said before.. when u battle.. u need to find fuel for your fire, are lines were similiar therefore that's what I used to diss you with.. period.
I diss based on what I can see... not some made up shit. So Imma gather what I can.
And.. just to let cha'll cats know.. I been an emcee since 1993... when I used to sing hooks for my girls tracks and she flowed.. so it inspired me to write my own verses. I wrote my first verses and compiled a song to the "6th chamber" beat on the gza lp called "Divine Infinity"... that WILL be my first audio to ya'll.. I have to admit though.. I'm not so great at freestyling or keystyling... cuz personally I think that it comes out too simplistic and I would rather spit something more thought provoking and complex.
So guess who's taking shit mad personal now.

-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

fradulent foes with the strength of hercules the way you on my tip must really hurt ya knees"- del the funkee homosapaien (C) 1991


I didnt say "fraudulent foes" I said "flismy foes" and u did too... so what are u talking about? lol


-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

i feel ya ezz, no need to defend anythin anymore just write the 2nd verse, sometimes u gotta force verses when u on empty, peace

Let me sport my Air Hyperbole 2010s in peace. (c) ansomble

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

yes i could flow that verse to a beat.. watch me! I've always been a "RZA" style emcee.. as where my bars are uneven..but i can still make it sound good.. ima rebel against even bars.. I think it makes it monotonous and boring and refuse to write that way. peace


-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

In the slam tourney remember??



-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

are u talking about typing "ezzsential" in a search engine? because if you do.. then I come up in my girls website cuz my name is in the guestbook...so i think that's what youre talking about.. cuz im not blonde lol



-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

P.S. to ya'll who keep reiterating shit about not hearing me emcee.. so you assume that I cant flow..
yo straight up.. hit me with you phone # and I'll flow on your answering machine... I show you how i get down =)
I dont understand how my verse would even begin to flow correctly if I could not recite it back to myself in "real life' and say " yeah that flows" obviously I do =)...
making shit up to win battles is annoying.. diss my style.. my text.. and make people laugh with shit you can SEE =)
and when my comp gets fixed.. expect audios.. word up.. cuz all i used to do was make "real audios" and mp3's n shit... til my comp crashed. nuff said.
-Stephani

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

Ezzy, you've proved your talent already poetically and rap flow is always right. Just keep excerising your tight drops and ignore the haters. If you were whack kats wouldn't be dissecting your every hot battle tactic's. Keep it coming!!


Jayere, your next up to bat COME ON!! Round 2

who said you couldnt spit, if anything cats were finding you suspect about your post drops in battle cause of the time length you were given to drop them which really doesnt matter now that i think about it but i dont think anyone said you couldnt spit. and for someone to say they were never angry alot of what you say echos anger or frustration thru the comp but hey, it is the comp and we cant really tell, i wanna hear you spit tho, ima have to drop the number in ya box, peace E.

"I've got seven kids. The
three
words you hear most
around my
house are 'hello,' 'goodbye,'
and
'I'm pregnant'" -yours truly

'You're not drunk if you can
lie on
the floor without holding
on."-
yours truly

check ya inbox and hollar

BTW....i aint mention date rape first like chaste-souls said I really do wonder what cats be reading sometimes.....>>>>Jayere my bad "I'm so into this Tourney because of the good shht that's being spitted"

Somebody mentioned "Date Rape" some where but it's GOOD, it's a battle so wild shht will be said.

So on that note playa playa, 10-9 Round 2, Ezzy on top

Your style is amped 2000 watts but Ezzy came with the 3000watt battling tactics.

Round 1 10-9, Ezzy

Not cause she's a female, her ryhme's has better grammar flavor, now that's Round's 1 & 2

Round 1,Draw 9-9>>>Both came out hungry
Round 2, Dave 10-9
Roung 3, Dave 10-9

Dave is wicked ya'll..he had me tight!!


Dope battle playa's

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Slowly Surely,
walk away ....
©Jill Scott

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my work
http://meetmsmindful.wordpress.com
http://www.lulu.com/content/7598631
http://evan-roth.com/grey.php

too busy bitching.

round one: dave
round two: mayo
round three: dave

dave had more punches.. but mayo did come hard in his second verse
much love to you all.. it was a great effort!


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

isn't this the freestyle board??

yep

the is

_

shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

_

www.davidevanmcdowell.com

ey yo all bullshit adie peeps lets just go ahead and finish this shit out...if you got time or the deisre to keep it movin im game....holla back shawty.
-j

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

you'll have to drop for that to happen Jay.

fuck a sig!!!!!

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/0/invmusic.htm

i get more head than jason
kids son!!!-my boy DJ

im what ya bitch wanted for
christmas!!!!-my boy DJ

and you can lick my balls
drenched in alcohol!!!


"you know I'm playi

didnt wanna break the rules...but shit so much time was out on it...

my music group:
http://www.facebook.com/beataroundabush
http://www.lastfm.com/beataroundabush
http://www.reverbnation.com/beataroundabush
http://www.myspace.com/beataroundabush

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

http://www.soundclick.com/bands/3/no

where is dvs?


the is

_

shakin your block with a 6 million dollar bop

_

www.davidevanmcdowell.com

sure is quiet in here...for a battle post....

_________________________________________
"Too weird to live.... too rare to die..."

IG: KnowOne215 | PS+ ID: KnowOne215

where's DVS at? can we advance? (I know, I KNOW I WAS THE ONE WHO TOOK SO LONG AND ALL OFYOU ARE MAD AT ME AND NOW IM BITCHING, BUT CAN WE GET THIS OVA WITH PLEASE
thanx


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

ello!


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

dont any of ya'll care about the results?


-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI

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It's good to be the King.

again...

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It's good to be the King.

-Stephani
peep www.3kingsmusic.com and post ur poems on the forums! Support independent, positive hiphop!
peep my lil' page (pic) http://www.webspawner.com/users/delicateaurasoul/index.html

I'm a H.E.R.B.
Holotyped Existance
Rhetoric Bound

The new me is like: A woman killed in ruffles; falling to the ground with her hair spread out; her wrist secreting ambiant neon blood
Juggling the moon and stars in palms; with the flecks in the eyes turning globes confetti like yearns of non-existant love...
Running in barefoot brooks; with the moon arching its reflection up the aching backs where he holds onto my hips and sways me
my dreams are:
Renewing again amoungst the mating mossrocks stay satiated coining a pith in a breathy palms; so so sappy drenching dreary destiny to bloody toned walls
my heart calls: callused and waving kites colors hues meshing, please feel me- I'm so-so soft- scratching like cat napes, round and female with sun-dresses blowing passion.. kiss the wind swiveling tears on cheeks, the light beams behind my curls, I pose and bleeeeeeed with pain on my sleeve...
engulf: anger,sadness, happiness changing to squared rolling wheels, penetrate the projections of emotional mattresses... I feel open.. constantly.. dream of my transparent body unzipping my skin and stepping out of me.. and I run to cotton-candy padded fields and glow with bliss, and he will wait with his arms open- like that of jesus and view me- patiently...cuz he knows I tripped on my way there and I'm all bruised... ~ me

the colors were NEVER accurate!and people dont go thru people!


my music:
www.soundclick.com/sylana
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NgNuVHrEKI