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. ALTERNATE BATTLES! There are like 6 alternates...so I just put them in a battle to get them some shine as well. You may or may not make it to the next round, depending on no shows.

6. NO BYES! If your opponent doesn't show...you will be matched with a victorious alternate in a ONE ROUND SUDDEN DEATH MATCH! SUDDEN DEATH MATCHES go 24-30 BARS! That way..you can get all of that shit out of your system. You can drop less and not get disqualified...but your opponent may just slay you with more bars...so keep that in mind.

7. 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.


8. 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.

9. THERE ARE NO ABSOLUTES! I'm not a dictator...so I'll accept all suggestions and put them to the participants.

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

I feel rusty as hell....but any way....off the top.....

I manifest from the inner most depths
leave this cat vexed
blowin eardrums cuz ish' I spit produces un-bar-able clefs
and untraceable steps
I'm like ya shadow coz I'm always there
two steps behind, ten ahead,
sometimes invisible, but always clear!
Packin madd heat in the form of hot verbs
my brain swerves through depths & height throwing ya curves
shocking ya nerves and blind ya sight
make ya hesitate as my words go left n right
my KILLer crossover will make ya soul exit the light
Dog youz a herb, you beatin me?
It is gonna take a Miracle ric
coughin' up sugar and turds, spittin that sweet ish'
you may believe it, but my mind cant conceive it
lacking in skillz, u could dream it, but never achieve it
so just leave it, alone before u get a feverish dome
your temperature is raisin just from posting next to me alone
You talk so much ish' its like u got reverse digestion
dawg take a lesson or switch professions
and battle me at your own discretion
cuz I spit bars by the ton, this battles already won
so like jill & free on BET said......rap it up or your done


BATTLE RECORD Wins:2 Losses:1

It would take a Miracle? Really?...
the most cliche punchline is lyrically silly
i split nimwits quick like weedheads do phillys
low-spirits, i spear it with a nefarious flow son
look how quick i change an ALIAS to kNOwONE
my hay-wired trapeze steez shows Im a showman
ur poetic pussy punches perhaps need a slogan
here goes: "Ric rips foes lips like the shirt of Hogan"
the Ultimate Warrior rocks the ropes with warcalls
spruce Bruce Banner unmanning
this hoars flaws
he soft as Dannon...
falls, as if the floor calls,
im an animal, i attack with 4 paws
the gore's cause?
he's shook, peep the opening unsure clause,
"I'm rusty.."
pause...translation: "Ric, dont bust me"
this goes against Ric's laws
go get the gauze, i infect an open WOMB
closed-casket but best believe its an open tomb
ur smokin doom,
my guns unwielded...BLAST IT
Daddy Grace style reveal to u ur gully gilded casket

*i aint even know this started so soon*

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

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

He's surfin, Ric battle in third person
even leavin bomb threats burstin
dispersin MiracleRic's packets of Mayo(KING)
i lay bro (Alias now a box spring)
Ayo,
u do know this here is a battle
not some prose about the traits of ur shadow
i suppose ur pose is to keep clean ur nose
i must impose, intrude
its funny how ur adams apple dont protrude
Ric crude with the craft,
Ric's whip lashed dude in the nude on his ass
left lane maintain for high-speed passes
u rottin man, Ric rob Nottingham of taxes
im better off matched with Instant Axis
Men in Tights no good in the melee
ur shit lacked hits like Dwele
HEY HEY, bicycle kick by Pele
Ric sportin the King Tut hat
sick contortions as I swing my nut sack
along ur gums, its over mang
REDRUM,
spit out the novicaine
SHINE em, shit make the dick numb,
HO HUM

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

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

Its only Round 2
& I got this kid on blast
Musta learn 2 rap from JLO cuz his rhymes-so-ASS
Youre green with envy like a christmas tree
but its this verse i decorate
calculate every move i take,every line i evaluate
specific requirements to leave you with heartache
volatile mind that no psychiatrist can penetrate
i dont hesitate im sharp when i communicate
illiterate idiot,your ignorance is illegitimate
consequences fatal,
cuz my tongue swings like an axe,its deliberate
with intentions to make ya blood spill
givin' cold sweats & hot chills
never knew raps could kill
but thats cuz ya rap skill
is minimal....matter of fact in general
ya ish's empty-headed, ya steez all synthetic, pathetic...
you couldn't be DUMBER (mute) if your tongue wuz PROSTHETIC!
witness MY rhyme-addict phonetic n' its all kinetic...
sporadic thoughts will fill your mind n' turn you into my fanatic
my dramatic metaphorical images appear cinematic...
asall the critics scream FOUR STARS!!!!
you could puke Snickers n' Mars but still can't spit BARS!



BATTLE RECORD Wins:2 Losses:1

I got this fake assassin attackin
but it passion he lackin
packin' a effed up flow & can't make a sentence
So I'ma non-sense ya senses
spit lyrical Alzheimer's, and make you think in past tenses
Circumcise your big head & extract ya data
hmmm...minute grey matters...
while I'm the ALPHA Male ya still projecting beta
All ya awkward words ive ate
and sooner rather than later
I'm returning em directly to ya face
Its demoralizing having to waste this verse to denigrate this degenerate
at a rapid rate,typing your demise no need to concentrate
need me to elaborate, I aint youre teacher, though I certainly educate
history lesson, ponder when they used to castrate
youre lucky it aint the 40's or youd be in their place
I dont require a promoter or voters my words facilitate
I emancipate,advocate lyrics that captivate even the great!
My rhymes are potent, enough to smash yo adams apple
then I apply pressure, when im attackin
so this VET will call ya the predecessor
but only cuz your has been


BATTLE RECORD Wins:2 Losses:1

ya verses weather pattern that of el nino
three lil boy verses, rename em teamo supremo
I'm hard as BedRock, kid stop feedin Dino
u jungle book shook, Ric rumble grizzly like Ballou
the penis envy got u small and green like Gazzo
my cloak and dagger, smoke and swagger outmatch ya dull ax
ur attack amounts to the force of pulled slaps
My pulled punches, leave gray matter peeking through ya skull cap
ayo, said punches pulled tend to bend ya halo
lay low,this over(head) right delivers the KO
referrin back to JLO
thats ENOUGH, B!!!
in a wifebeater I leave ya eyes PUFF-Y
snuff me??!! tin man, u still rusty
u must be a dreamer
miracle magic leave ya tragic death, SELENA
flip ALIAS's from Anna Mae to Tina
I'm the Ike Turner mic burner

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

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

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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

ayo "MayoKing",
you're a uteris accepting an overload of utourists,
i'm fuckin ya right,
don't bother replyin, just stand up and shout,
wit emcees like you i do like lightning you kite,
you da adult at burger king fillin the mayo containers,
you can't spit right cause you were a retainer,
im psychologically disturbed, you psychologically a nerd,
my word is like tyson on ya hearin canals,
i realize i'm typing, but it's your inner voice that's doin the bitin,
i'm manipulatin ya psyche,
leavin you like a veggie on welfare,
there was a shortage of mayo that was found in ya ass crack,
the only place you shine is sperm centers,
any rebutal you provide will be met wit a slap,
listen, you already lost, jus act yaself and play dead.

let's play ping pong ■

man you disgrace the name of EVERY veteran
i sauna-thing to get me even close ta sweatin
they musta lobotomized and cauterized
you're ass to your mouth
cuz you're the ONLY one eatin
the shit that you shout.
i'm psychogically major
can understand your psychosis
ur outta touch wit reality
mayo's givin ya a case of flow necrosis
it's gross kid,
u can't even spell 'uterus' right!
i'll use it in a sentence
'i was in your mother's last night'
it was tight, cuz my pen-is flow as thick as my dick
u half-way lyricist, your rhymes get PUNNED UP AND CLAPPED QUICK

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It's good to be the King.

you call yourself BarTek
your aged flow lookin suspect
like curdled milk
silky mayoflow'll leave a dent in your tape deck
8 track elder, best hide behind the 8 ball
when it come ta da 'nology it's the king that they call
like, 'i need the royal touch to run over my beat'
leave em with lyrical Heat u get dusted in the street
like the getaway driver, the one black dood in the movie
you leave behind a girlfriend? that shit STILL don't move me
or groove me, your groupie entourage wearin thin
like a gallon of coke mixed with a teaspoon of gin
rummy, you rub me wrong way with your runny
nose and it's funny the way your weak flow keep on comin'
'ayo' BarTek! take a stool, you need to stop!
cuz nobody's buyin the shit that you drop

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It's good to be the King.

as your challenger i expect you to respond with some heat/
but the flow i deliver already dimmed your candle/
you're unsteadily caught in the wind/
your only perception of the streets is a movie, and you wanan move me?/
your life has been scripted, your mind is white fisted/
the only black dood you'll ever meet is the bouncer at my show sendin fags back into pride week/
i am the future, you are the last week/
i heard you rap on the radio, or at least i heard some similar shit/
i walk through the streets wit vigor in my step/
bow your head as i approach and cross out your path/
the creator made a minor mistake playin tic tac toe, nothing i couldn't correct/
your days in the light have been shadowed by the monumental size of my dick/
welcome to the purgatory of rap/
your mind needs purification because all you manage to spit has already been said/
i spit so many words at one time you are confusing me wit gunshots in the streets/
readjust your mind to face me, use any kind of reference, word play, a punch or a hit/
still, you will never be closer to the key that i hold/
i already found "sold" on your lobes when i unlocked your feeble mind in battle mode/
you are a frivolous emcee/
your best attempt is unclear and in the vicinity of me when i was a baby unable to speak/

let's play ping pong ■

the final engagment leaves my competitors brainless/
your aimless attempts are steadily missing my cranium/
unable to render a verse worth my curse/
you're so soft, you should be rapping in church/
my verse is bonic, i am the rap experiment/
you are the fleshy residue of a man after life-long enslavement/
your words lack luster, you would do fine as a court jester/
as a rapper, you need the clapper to receive applause and acceptance/
forget a girl, or a crowd, you can only turn on a light bulb/
but you still have a good chance at being my TEK guy/
you're biodegradeable like soil, if i was a daisy i'd give you more trouble than you're able to handle/
you are equal to expired food stamps, even crack heads ignore you/
your flow is so boring you would make a good bed time story/
you're expandable, the rap world has plenty of assholes/
you're only royal, cause yours is, the only one full of mayo/
you are the only human being i know, who is able to lube his dick in his ass and fuck himself till he's blue in the face/
spend some time perfecting your rap, as a matter of fact/
spend some time keeping your ass crack from spittin your crap/

let's play ping pong ■

a verse that's 'bonic' u must be smokin some chronic
verses watered down like tonic, mine the mold for the mental like Sonic
Foundry, no bound'ries in this Bar fight
your vocal jabs leave audience cringin' like albinos in sunlight
cuz they ugly as hell, not a one touched my chest
i'm here to keep you in check mate, this King puts yours to rest
in round 1, i shined on your shit like supernova
round 2 was Ether to your name (namely 'Super Ugly' by HOVA)
G I know why Joe mamma's gettin thick (cuz she slipped, fell and landed on my Cobra)
and round 3 only confirmed suspicion that ya ova-
rated, u insert the word 'ass' just to make it PG
you're your you are wasting six straight lines and my time, believe me
reprieve me, i'm guilty of killin this stut-stu-stutterin fool
when i bust a rhyme i'm recognized as the leader of the new skool
so spend some time and realize that a 'rook'
took you one-on-one and left ya ass shook

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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

open arms assasination, palm slap ya credentials rookie baste the occasion/feather racin uplift ya knowledge, talkitive pricks get buried before the carnage/heartless Jackin Kids Jerseys, throwin back assaults laying youngstas on hospital gurneys/kid babblin, "why'd i enter the tourny!!!!", dont concern me, i run thru cats ask DVS the attourny/mercy mercy me, marvin gaye drop an ash tray, its trash day, ima have this cat on permnant fast play cause you were never famished thinkin Ax wouldnt master-bait you into runnin the gaunlet, this aint kindergarden son and im guardin the hard wood/ask any rook, i maneuv thru parachutes, repell down walls play stealth when i nail these dudes/off rail when i cruise, just take this beatin, cause in a 4 wall cell only Ax is breathing/kids jabbin im cleaving skin and bone defending the throne, at the end of the day you aint pullin the Ax out the stone/

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

yo
I'll drop an axis
for an instant ass kick
so here's x brother
y's the sista, z the motha
a mathematical verse
equation'a common sense
as J approaches K approaches J
you're less and less
but you still seem to think ya'll big
Big November '02
That's like a half year ago
Oh wow son how you grew
You went straight from the curb
To a driver with a learners
But I'm a class 8 rig
an' if ya good with any numbers
You know that even on it's side
eight's more infinite than two
and I'm the one who eight you up
you'd eat up three except that you
got straight up beat
all black and blue
one match of three
to see you're through
an you're a point source
I'm so vast
fastly vastly kickin ass
instaneously react
x axin axis right in half

Back from nothing

y-axis,
for tha sista in you
An I know ya think ya pretty
I'm jus goin slow outta pity
I'd trauma you, how bout we spoon?
I'm getting drunk and you sound cute
My girl don't got to know it's you
Cause if she did she'd kill you too
But you could try and bitch slap back
It wouldn't matter cause in fact
you the bitch under attack
you'd slap yaself and call ya fat
then break down crying an' collapse
You'd take it hard and take it fast
So take it like a man at last
Admit ya failed, go run and pack

Back from nothing

suspect looks second round shook, you better speed up the process, this is only 3 rounds and 2 got Ax winnin regardless/im heartless pick apart ya carcass, spark the spliff cause J is just a smokescreen for my target/nothin to hit not equipped Ax would be better off battlin miracleric/

ahhhhhh, that shit was garbage now lets really show and prove

colatteral damage heavy package verse for verse you goin in the wastebasket, cut and paste fagot, ya laggin jet left back 4th grade flow cant reciporcate Fracktions/head tappin neck grabbin ya committin suicide dabblin in this undertoe of a wave crashin/face collapsin, eyes bulgin Frakmonsta Hulkin word choke'em, might even bring out the beast and curtain call fold'em/big hurtin ball base head explodin, this aint recess, serious back hand jesus!!!!, corner stone background drop masterpieces/you still the palm pilot beneath the fetus, back up its freezing, head cold dissect toads, cats cant cross the intersection when big rig roles/classic example of how Ax can take the wind out ya flow/bitch!!!!

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

first 2 rounds in the pocket, cats would need a telescope to see how far back is ya optics/diagnostic just not up to par, ya droppin bogies in sand traps while im eagle smokin cigars/vulcan spock arms metal stamina grabbin ya, how you expect to think when i basically trampled ya cabbage bra/i got ya allowance for hours stumped, couldnt complete what ya started, probably tried to come back to edit that 2nd verse horrible yardage/from scrimmage the vintage antique spinnach equipment easily clinches victory over ya dim wit division/now divide that, extract Ax from the equation and visualize an empty page in ya grasp/ya words mean nothin, head huntin, shed my knuckles across ya frame and leave my message there cuzzin/knees bucklin from the pressure, old vet fresher, carry young legs in a brawl back in the day boris becker/torture rack press ya, corpse in back slept ya, type of cat to get on my nerves new name miss fran drescher/

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

Cardnial crime there Mr "Look at me I'm Big Time"
Ya round two was two times mine, can't big up in just 16 lines?
Ya blind? Ya find it hard to count past nine? Ya bed time?
I'm bringin juice you bringin sour worthless lemon rind
Took Ax at a rave once shit was like featherweight angel dust
Ya little angel innocent four year old mama tit suckin tantrum throwin
plastic underpants bubble blowin crybaby only child,
parents knowin the disservice to the world they owin used a jimmy hat next time
Yo my allowance was givin ya that easy round two ya blew
Ya blew like y'a pro got some tracks you workin too? Biatch
Street trash is for the dump oh sorry that's ya home ya chump
Well grab an ice pack from ya feezer ya aim is lousy and ya bleedin
Titanium frame broke ya knuckles and shed ya misconception
When you was made they misconceived ya doctors happy just ta leave ya
Parents had to drown their sorrows cause they couldn't just drown ya
Now I have to bring you up, set you up, then go and down ya
ya Star Trek referencin cross dressing Uhara look-a-like golf pro yuppy clown ya
So reference round one of my map of mastered axis
x claimed my mastery of you, y ya bother tryin to get next
ya deaf as well as blind so listen up son when ya told
Pop-a J knows ya just a kid and z axis was tha motha-load

Back from nothing

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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

this cats unlucky like ceasar in 187
suicidal my lyrics divide ya body and leavens
his spirit near miss whenever he swingin
i got neo speed fists of fury flingin
bringin blows with punches that blur in multiple
sentinel emcees see me comin only if im froze
in slow motion still more potent than most
floatin a boast before luckys carcass rendered toast
at most youd be my roadie rook shook like prodigy
face to face with ballerina pictures for the corwd to see
i author lobotomy you specialize in sodomy
loud barkin odditity mockin me by the very act of hockin these
sub par spits im the shit you diareah
runny emmbarassing efforts reminiscent of colon cleaners
im meaner and colder experienced and older
rip off ya eyelids so just ya pupils rest on shoulders
when ya sobbin Im robbin ruthless in the battle scheme
mortal combat screams after my fatality scene
bring ya best inflate ya chest pound like you proud
like ya knees and typing fingesrs aint jittering loud
like you puffed false courage from a cali chonic cloud
and tucked ya man-breasts in ya blouse
hide ya doubt, hide that puddle thats leakin about
and hide that notepad of wack shit that you thinkin about....

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

damn i dont think this guy is showing up...
oh well...

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

Chitter chatter old man's dentures pitter patter/
Speak words like three years old Dr. Pepper but flatter/
Talk like you think what you say matters/
but I leave you shattered.. Broken, token/
for medicinal purposes- you tryin' to forget your worhtlessness/
You make Matrix referrences like it ain't be done/
You kickin' it with a lotta MC's but YOU ain't one/
And now diarhea, Mama Mia! What you be a/
three year old? Thought you were a vet?/
Or is this a problem of your old age- do you need a diaper?/
You askin' for charity? I'll give ya a quarter if you replace my windshield wipa'/
Sodomy is my speciality? Your right, my name's Bubba/
and here in Music State, I'ma be your lubba/
You can be my bitch- til I sell you to anotha'/
I'm younger and built tougher take it rougher and deal it truer/
Cause I'm just hittin' my peak- you old, I'm newer/
And my shit don't smell like its from a storage tank, sewer/
I use rotting pussy as a luer..
See kiddies- watch as I take my hook to a lip and put it through HER.

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Sig-

"I wandered around darkened hallways,
Lab-rynth, filled with,
Blood vessels and plasma,
Caught glances of windows-
Peeking OUT, exoflective,
Invective messages left on my own voice mail..
And by looking out from within?

I

To start I cut your vocal chord/
like a SoCal Lord, oh lord, The Kid got bored!/
Geezer got gored like Wheezer fuckin' whores/
Chokin' off weed ain't novel no more/
I'm a mansion, your a hovel.. no lower/
Grovel now and I might be merciful/
If not shits gonna get worse 'n fool (full)/
Take off the god damned wool/
Its stuck on your face- I think that shit you smokin's laced/
You must be on crack if you look at me and think attack/
I make people say "OH SHIT!"/
they hear you, say, "Ahh.. shit../
Boy gone loco! Yo ho! Don't even try no mo! QUIT!"/
And for you that might be good advice/
Cause I'll pour gasoline on ya, handy with a light/
To burn off the headlice thats bored into your brain../
Thats what you get when what you say everyone else already been sayin'!/
And everything original is gerigible/
Gargable.. not even repeatable, not speakable/
Not even thinkable.. sinkable with one syllable/
Refillable, common as gas/
Easy to find as in LA when ya lookin' for ass/
Ok, your done, your time has passed../
Its just sad when ya a Geriatric and still gettin' trashed..

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Sig-

"I wandered around darkened hallways,
Lab-rynth, filled with,
Blood vessels and plasma,
Caught glances of windows-
Peeking OUT, exoflective,
Invective messages left on my own voice mail..
And by looking out from within?

I

Ill be geriactric but your rhyme scheme is ancient
you shit was cutting edge when griots stepped off the slaveship
fake quips slung by ametuer hands
results in boy slingger losing thumbs to the man
right here ya mystikal rants will get you a dance
with the devil under the moon- in rap your a stan
half fan half stalker gettin lyrically slammed
by my bam bam bigelo flows my nikes leave you a brand
across ya forehead you cornbread ima perform instead
you get encores when rappers want more head
couldnt score heat in the battle format with torches
stupid porpoise beached suicide my writing flawless
aww shit after a week of practice
this cat spit the wackest jiz since kim stepped off the matress
fact is you couldnt hold my pencil dont reach for my mic
ima motobike little tike you need tyo stick to trikes
your like a dick to dykes your unwanted
growth stonted like pharrell callin himself a singer you fronted
the music state???? look elvis your ouutta ya league
I got a foot in ass toe wigglin pedigree
instead of me you should have looked for lyricist Z
or hit del taco lookin for young emcee
stupid mutt you brakin up the wrong tree
this private school next time im chargin rd2 is for free.

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

lucky 187's ya name? that penal code shit is lame
shits been used by garbage hood rappers since big daddy kane
"he not original!" the only claim to come from ya brain
as you studied p diddy "victory" hoping to spit it the same
you strain like hemoroid patients to create spits
while the fibre in pencils i mangle like a pitt
bull you'sa pooodle use ya noodle or use google
search for ghost writers to improve you dude you spit booboo
wool??worse n' full? you should curse this stool!
your flows in my presense reduced to infantile drool
like ja your rule is over before it began
you beatin me is like ving raines joining the klan
keep up rook the pace pounds at this level
my lines leave you dismembered disowned and disheveled
shoveling shit in ya notbook of written
your friends wait for the joke when you spittin like you kiddin
"quit playin- say your real verse!" in rhyme your inadequate
like a mini man with tweezers tryin to grab at the dick
i stab at you pricks leave ink imbedded in necks
your shit sucks like it was co writtin by kayslay clue and flex
you bounce mic checks I trounce you rejects
then limp away from the scene of you slayed usual suspects
NEXT!!!!!

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

Yo the penal code is personal, and you ignorant in callin' it/
Play dead marsupial, your shit is fallin' quick/
Hits don't stick lick balls flick tricks like you on my dick/
Strip like your name's Amber flip over bitch I'ma leavin' you amblin'/
You gamblin', read your shit I'm like 'naw'/
You fallin' apart, shamblin' cause your fuckin' ass is raw/
Break your jaw so gotta drink cum through a straw/
You flawed- you might as well have stepped to God/
Half my insults you can't even understand-
Bring a book and study next time you get ass rammed/
The wool is over your eyes- covering the truth/
These words are the sentence- the votes are the noose/
Booboo? Naw, more like voodoo, and thats true dude/
But either way, better than 'goo goo, ga ga, I fucked my da da'/
You leave limp but thats cause you can't get it up/
Thats why your girl wants to replace you with Luck/
You may be older, but one of us is a man/
You call me a biter, but only one of us is a sham/
How can I bite bitches I don't listen to?/
Don't act like you smart when yo ass never knew/
And feel lucky this is only so many lines-
Cause your flows exhausted.. I'm just beginnin' mine.


(Yo that week long shit was twacked, I had said I was out I had other obligations and didn't even know this shit was goin' on.. both those verses were written' within 15 minutes. I don't go back and rewrite my shit- I don't even revise it -so don't try and put that up.)

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Sig-

"I wandered around darkened hallways,
Lab-rynth, filled with,
Blood vessels and plasma,
Caught glances of windows-
Peeking OUT, exoflective,
Invective messages left on my own voice mail..
And by looking out from within?

I

nobody here spits for a living let alone battles for a living. we all do it for fun. we all are just doing this shit cuz theirs time to do it and its fun. dont feel preasured about the winning or the losing of it all....this is all subject to somone elses opinion of what constyiturtes a good battle verse, and that differs greatly. if im in one of these things it is basically just a spur in my side to keep writing. I dont revise or spend too much time writing mine either....check the time stamps....if i sit down and something comes out it does....if not it doesnt. as for the week thing, in a battle you supposed to attack everything about the other emcee that you can....i got a 70 hour a week job 2 kids and a wife....if my life gets in the way and i cant write thats fair game....thats just the way it is....i think you got the right attitude luck....this shit is just for fun famz!
peacem and big up for the exchange!
-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

Its lookin' like you gonna take this one, but it was still fun man. If you take it I wish you Luck, =)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Sig-

"I wandered around darkened hallways,
Lab-rynth, filled with,
Blood vessels and plasma,
Caught glances of windows-
Peeking OUT, exoflective,
Invective messages left on my own voice mail..
And by looking out from within?

I

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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

Spread vs. syllabic, automatic bye for I and I
Try and try, but why, cuz I can fly with my style supply
Your waste of words tastes of terds, replace your verbs with action
I chase the herds, disgrace you herbs, you on thin ice with no traction
Hoe slappin', closed captioned for the rappin' impaired
Like Blacks in Biloxi and Whites in Watts - you fuckin scared
Syllable you a silly fool to really think my belly full
I compress MCs like MP3s so the space you take is really null
and void, I get annoyed by lyrical droids in cyberspace
I'm a mean vet, I'll make your screen sweat, I'm hot, so wipe your face
Throw in the towel or I'm a go in your bowels and yank ya innards out ya ass
Take beginners out to class and expose pretenders fast
You threatening like Richard Simmons in a bunny suit
You like a quadrapelegic bragging about how many guns he shoot
You paintballin', ain't ballin', more like grocery baggin'
I seen your bloodstains in five buroughs, what you supposed to be taggin'?
Your territory gettin' pissed in, got you christened by my raptism
You've been deflowered and devoured, my shit is funkier than project rat jism
You like Project Pat -imprisoned, doin' time in your ruined mind
Like Daryl Straw, I cut you raw and now I'm doin' lines
Snort your short retort and have you strapped to life support
The court used your case to uphold the right to abort
Cuz mistakes like you are unacceptable, you even too ugly to be a circus spectacle
Emcees that fuck with me just end up as tax-absorbing vegetables
flatline^^^___________________________________________________

yep

glad you got that all off your chest?… must of been one hell of a bench press /
being that 99.9 percent of everything you just said… was Grade A B.S. /
must confess i’m not impressed… and those mp3s of me you compressed /
make sure my name shows up in the linear notes on your throat where this verse gets pressed / no stress…
verbs packin more action then science faction leavin you resortin to science fiction /
just plain lazy like contractions that beck cat would stand a better chance of winnin /
head spinning singing them biloxi blues pumpin watts too much for your fuse/
fear is for the mortal not the divine damn i expected more thorough research outta you /
and thanks for all of your concern really… but don’t worry about me walkin on thin ice /
i’ll spit flames in my path while i stomp wit spiked shoes… i’m jesus fuckin christ /
but twice as nice especially when it comes time to twist the mental versa vice /
and flatten some fattened livestock claimin to rock some veteran stripes /
and let me get this right if i don’t white towel it… your gonna shove your hands in my ass /
now besides being blantantly homosexual… that’s just sickenin with no class /
for real least you could do is take me out maybe a movie or something to eat first /
or better yet how ‘bout you break me off wit a verse that ain’t so goddamn rehearsed /
this here for the shear pleasure of murder in the utmost first degree /
kill yourself 360 times and you still couldn’t cypher within my proximity /
got a firey quench for first blood and since your first drop was a dud /
guessin I’ll satisfy my thirst for the moment any play patriot to your scud /
cause you stuck like suburban cats on tracks sprayin a style that don’t fit /
and all that blood your findin yeah it’s mine the product of dedicated penmanship… you ain’t sayin shit

((((((((.dioneye.))))))))
...meye style relieve...call me dioneye the eucalypt...

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

picture big bic being thrown to the rook side of the fence… playin big brother foundation to these damn adolescents… no matter / i splatter spread’s brain matter in layers thick and stacked like bricks… shatter his dreams like a revolutionary bolshevik… type sick / the way i spit split domes leave it alone… wit a name like spread this cats bound to get grindstoned… washin my hands clean of this mess blood stainin the water… my holy scripture defining this shit here a goddamn lamb slaughter / don’t envy my thought pattern get my knowledge from your daughter… in a halter while i’m swingin swords… wreckin headboards… and if i was in it for loot my smile be on the front of forbes / underlord… the dark high priest got spread on a short leash… draggin you through the river styx til all the shit shrinks and stinks up your fleece / screamin like bahhhhhhhhh… but there’s no one here wit the gall that can save you… fuck rook or vet status i’m that free agent that played you / out… tried to take bic on that deep post route… introduce helmet to helmet fuck the flag and fifteen, you're laid the hell out / picture this cheese head tried to spread but got covered instead……… don’t waste your time on a paramedic ayo this cats already dead……………
((((((((.dioneye.))))))))
...meye style relieve...call me dioneye the eucalypt...

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

100 words a line your thin rhyme is stretched
Aside from the fact you about as divine as David Koresch
With the rhythm of John Tesch and the strength of leper flesh
You as fresh as the moldy, cheesy substance secreting from the cleavage of your 500lb. mamma's breasts
and all the rest of your flow was mine line for line
but if you didn't flip it like a Special Olympics gymnist, it woulda been fine
I wish your verse was good enough to at least piss me off
When you just lay there gettin fucked it only gets me soft
Jesus "fucking" Christ? I'm Abraham, son, you gettin sacrificed
Immortal bitch, I'm eternal pimp, now I've smacked ya twice
The third will be for birds to eat your carcass, I'm the darkest
Funkier than Hatian armpits showering in the dripping water from a can of Starkist
"Water, slaughter, daughter, swords, boards, duds, scuds"
Your dopest rhymes are mediocre, you a pack of Jokers, I'm the buds
You may wrap, but I get them high when incinerated, your skin's been penetrated
By burning embers turning members to ashes that descinegraded
You could imitate it, won't flatter me, I'm a DieHard battery
You AA, minor leaguer with a Pee-wee strategy
Dionysis? man, that's priceless, you so wack that I'M embarassed
I'm double-length, you EP, and the MD has to inform your fam you've Parrished
Cuz you carless, but in all fairness, that was a dandy rap for a handicapped
Damn he wack, got this candy cat by his panty strap
I hope yall standing back, cuz I splatter MCs like Galagher
Sending syllabicdivinity back to infinity, who's the next challenger?

yep

It's tragic syllabicdivinity is in the vicinity of me
Should've wore protection, won't be resurrection cuz the only Trinity I see
Is 3 to the dome, 3 broken bones, 3 blasts and 3 smokin' homes
3rd round, 3 seconds left, but you need more than a 3 to even the score that is shown
3 syllables: deleted, defeated, depleted, runner-up
Your strategy is to read my rhyme then just repeat it, what the fuck?
So go to the degree of trying to flip '3' on me
That'll make you the 245,678,910th fallen MC
Ain't no way around it, you've been pounded to the ground kid
16 MCs, 4 rounds, and just 1 nigga got you surrounded
But fuck the numbers, I clowned it, judges want the punchlines
But while Glass Joe is jabbin', Spread is stabbin', don't nobody want mine
Like orphans, survivors of abortions and leftover chitlin' portions
But wait! I'm morphing from negativity to releasing endorphines
Brawny-like absorption of flows that spill prematurely
Cum out the gun in round one, but you will never kill me early
I'm burly like dykes with chili bowls and firearms
You'll run this shit when 3-6 mafia starts singin' choir songs
I'll bury you with slugs and worms then I'm off to fly with birds
Fooled you with the way I'm blowin' up today, it's only July the 3rd
I hold it down with independence kid, you're dope every twenty sentances
They say spontneous human combustion is rare, but I could show you plenty instances
Like every time I bless the mic, I'm hotter than summertime nutsack
Since you like football so much, I'll kick it to you, better off taking the touchback
cuz I got you in the Endzone

yep

your styles cut and paste, you’re all control x and control v… take a line from your rhyme book then try to apply it to me /
that’s cool, whatever it takes i don’t mind exposin posin fakes… spit a verse down your ant hill equivalent to earthquakes /
thinkin i flow like you, fool don’t even try and flatter yourself… style inherently original beyond sale or theft from even the top shelf /
that’s your problem, you’re run of the mill, for sale at the local five and dime… all your gay imagery got me wonderin on which side you tryin to ride /
and so you’re abraham now, huh… well that must make me the burning bush… now go kill your kid you fuckin sheep and hurry i’m in a rush /
laced, defaced like a porn stars face by the sticky white paste… but it’s a win-win situation since you’re getting paid for it plus lovin the taste /
laugh when i think of the fifteen or twenty minutes i spent on this battle so far… and how you’ve been grippin your pencil so tight and long the lead givin you lock-jaw /
spread spent the last two days and nights locked air tight in his room… wit riddelyn, a rhyme book, some scissors, lube, and a big ole tube of elmer’s glue /
a mad scientist jackin off every ten minutes to the thought of my syllabics… tactics too tragic for you manage son this is far beyond damage /
it’s detrimental enter the mental and deal with the hand i dealt you… even your girl told me “last time you fucked spread’s mind that deep, I swear I felt you” /
don’t know who you got by the panty strap cause dog it can’t be me… cause i freeball when i freestyle it just makes me feel more… well free /
you’re overconfident dog and it’s blurrin your vision obviously… i gave your punk ass round 2 just so i’d have something to do here in 3 /
i flip your script and turn your words on you have you hatin of course… cause you spent your whole day salivatin and creatin rockin on your war horse /
then in walk syllabic smooth as shit unrehearsed and disperse… a freestyle outwittin your best written spittin diverse it’s perverse /
look i could pound you all night but i don’t beat dead horses… oh and i just flipped ‘3’ on you too so i got three more corpses /
since the third round is cubed guess that means i’m three times as rude… spreads just three times as lubed waitin for them votes so he can get three times as screwed /
next time don’t get your facts misconstrued…………..

((((((((.dioneye.))))))))
...meye style relieve...call me dioneye the eucalypt...

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

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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

Either rook or vet labels amp me to consistently plunder flimsy foes
Impose wackness to backflips/ put emcees in rows and mow
sew tactics to dollar bills and fold/ sold your talkin’ auction half-price reduce/smear your spleen across computer screen, leave you angular and obtuse/ garden your jargon sprout in hap-hazardous pussy juice/ I jenga your past time/ brick wallin’ your vestibules/ façades stays non-chalant and layed back/ I scorn corns and leave em’ boxed like hay stacks/ sway back, on your teeter totter martyr/ emcees are straight bitches/ britches held by garters/ I smack u into thin air, you disappear like powder/ emcees are churned like chowder/ duplicated and processed I gut em and stir in stew/ half you, rock bracelets with “WWPD”- what would Pac do?




-Stephani

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

lol I overuse my "emotional center"
peep my wack site and pic!http://hometown.aol.com/ezzsential/myhomepage/index.html

when my soul speaks:
when watchin VH1 soul and they play back to back videos that i like, when I'm intertwined with intimacy, goin' to a Jill Scott concert and gettin in the front row, recievin a drum stick from the drummer, gettin on the vip bus, love, when talib pulled me on stage, then I asked him "what sign are you"?
,Common tellin people to "love themselves" at his show, tellin ?uestlove
"listen to me flow" hehe, and he listened, when collaborating with people who write like me, findin a poetry spot for women!, bubble baths and rose petals, "100 ways why he loved me" as a christmas present, breakdancing and deejaying, expressin' my autonomy and femininity,
phycoanalysis...

"I am enough of an artist to draw freely upon my imagination. Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."
"The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed." Albert Einstein

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'll hit you hard enough to fuck up your perm/
then watch lay on the floor wallow and squirm/
strech you like jane fonda/are you feeling the burn?/
you cross the street when you see me like lets make a turn/
i see you hate emcees so what would you be?/
a poet, a sellout, a wigger watching WB/
quit writing why you wasting trees/it's unfair when you battling me/ I'm godzilla you the chinese that flee/ bet you looking at that bracelet that says wwymd/ thats what would your moma do?/
and by the time this battle is through/ the answer would be to abort you/

R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-

Thats what im talkin about...Lady's UP...though it's about flow and not sexes this time around, your style is SICK!!!

I'll jump start you heart with this lyrical dart/ white out your entire notebook then rip it apart/ you thinking you hot but you not/ your career will be shorter then john starks/ shorter then the life of a flea/ shorter then a midget taking a knee/ you aint fucking with me/ i'll hit you ten times before you count to 3/ have a blackout and choke you like spree/
your lame like shaq taking a three/ you beating me is something you'd never see/ like chistopher reeves getting up trying to ski/ or r. kelly waiting in line trying to pee/ beter off trying to pimp slap ice -t

R.I.P. Martin alexander (Marty Gra) Alston - my brother, my mentor , my friend-

hahahahahahahaahahahhaha, lets see what ezz brings back...this is a funny battle.

let's play ping pong ■

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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

Yo,

Everybody in formation and report to battle stations
Watch Richard get defeated, so get seated, for the presentation
Featuring the vet slayer, here to answer your prayers
I bring that "fire" like Stoudamire,malice like Wallace, the Trailblazer....
Chek it, yo, forget the next step after I beat this vet wet
Im focused on the present, this peasant, foget my heat, Im boxing left
With one hand behind my back, a blindfold over my eyes
I rope a dope, leave you smoked, knock you out wit my 3rd eye
Dont make me try, yo, I spit lava volcano till your unstable
Spit hot flames to your brain, then put the remains in a jar....Unlabeled
Untitled, you've yet received one, cuz they cant find a name
For a veteran so feminine, so brainless and lame
Its a shame, another vet slayed with an array of attacks and wordplay
I got you screaming and feening for more metaphor-play
Skip the foreplay! Its time you really feel what real pain is
Whip out my Kong!, but its needless, cuz this guy gets turned On!!..... by his own Anus!
I'll make you famous,with a new title, "Bee Arthur the Suicidal"
I lube, spit, stick, penetrate,groan, smack, and repeat the cycle
Now you just popped your own cherry, be merry, you lost your virginity to yourself
At least it was someone "special", you should be glad that I helped.....lol
Yeah! now back to the topic at hand, Im hotter than the tropics main!
Smack your face so black, peeps mistake you for a gothic (damn!)
Im supersonic, rollin over boulders speeding through stages
Forget a veteran, there's no medicine to cure my SiCness, Im contagious!
Im SiC!

" I make beats that make beats say Uhh!"

www.soundcloud.com/m-born

HOLY HOT SHIT BATMAN!!!

this joint was like...CRACK...BOOM...OOF...BANG

this is the best battle verse i seen from u news, i dont think i would even try and outdo that joint, gave me the "i feel sorry for opponent" bitter beer face the enitre time, good gravy

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

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

Oh my fuckin' lord C Mo! That was murderous! You just took some acid and turned it into words to melt my eyeballs out! No shit you're still a better battlist than I am- wanna give me lessons?

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Sig-

"I wandered around darkened hallways,
Lab-rynth, filled with,
Blood vessels and plasma,
Caught glances of windows-
Peeking OUT, exoflective,
Invective messages left on my own voice mail..
And by looking out from within?

I

Just glad I got that out of me..........Ive had writer's block for like a month and a half.....I came out sicer than I expected too.....I just hope he shows so we can get this over wit.....thanx fam.....Peace

" I make beats that make beats say Uhh!"

www.soundcloud.com/m-born

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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

breakin outta this cage armed ready with razor blades
the fists sting within the pain with a venomous way
brace yourself as swung straight at ya face like spiked mace
i come back an baste the place with verbal bullet sprays
like a dragoon gold tooth I prose in shows while insane
sixten bars lock chain shattered in light the most profain
genocide, snappin off veins holdin thick he trips mains
of lion untamed ripped raft ready to battle for fame
this shits my game, powered by my disdain of all for pain
rappers burnin off in acid rain, go home, fold crains
before hiroshima blows off my mic leave ya dazed
they never before felt script, many roads descripts and lanes
blow arms the limbs off in an array on top of my game
i stay locked in border leave the morning to blaze
we chatter back clips as blood splatters viciously untame
this shits post mortem i leave ya moribund ya so lush son, okay?

did i miss somethin? i thought he was supposed to come back at me with somethin.

U must be bidding for battle rhymes on ebay sorry for my delay/
still I'm the truth..I'll fill you with holes like tooth decay/
I drill you, there's only 1 me..I know you wish you were ill too/
All yall dudes watch ya back cuz he likes bein in the cracks like mildew/
This is a mismatch like Tyson fightin cats that hit that pipe/
you get ripped til your shit starts droppin like kit kat bites/
Every rhyme you write, type or recite is just hype/
Don't need a mic device--you're not even nice on this site/
You're just a tyke you wouldn't pass me if we were runnin laps/
my rhyme principles leave kids suspended like shirts on lumberjacks/
Meow mix emcees are encouraged to step up their game/
Before the thought even hits their brain for them to step in my lane/
Climbin trees hidin from me best believe you wil get shookout/
so lookout when i'm rockin ice grills like eskimos at cookouts/
Round 1 is done beatin MC's thats sweeter than Cadbury/
Mag30..you can find duke in a bodybag buried.....

It takes years to become an overnight success...

**Listen Online Now** www.DJSpontaneous.podomatic.com

twitter.com/SpontaneousDJ

2nd verse I spit first they cleaning out your hearse/
don't need a nurse..just tell your mother to break out that purse/
Gotta get a suit&casket-- bought ya family a fruit basket/
Tombstone reads he got his internet ass whipped/
Guess again if you thinkin that you can step to this/
or eff with this ,these rhymes posted are effortless/
I know you fearin me and you know there is no fear in me/
U inboxin the moderators cuz you think its a conspiracy/
Lyrically, my verbals'll hurt you/
You stay up past your curfew tryna blaze the purple/
thinkin it'll help your vocab and help you write tight rhymes/
But aint no comin back after this attack- you're on your 9th lifetime/
I'ma blast you and I aint talkin bout with the steel/
u the type that rock air force 1's with the heels/
Please come with something ill so I can smash it/
Those that cross me like a catholic get stomped into ashes....

It takes years to become an overnight success...

**Listen Online Now** www.DJSpontaneous.podomatic.com

twitter.com/SpontaneousDJ

Yo ya just entered the game, death camp shutter back gates as locks go clank /
your mind draws blank as prison bars encircle like shark fins in glass tanks /
a stark dank air appears in a fogged out mirror, its all clear, your chained /
to an ideal of pain, that's self driven regardless of what or how much I say. /
this means my way will always prevail while you fail I got self vision okay? /
I'm armoured in thick plates you're no paddle on lake hiding behind your skanks /
I'm climben the ranks in terms of a coupe of the intelligent youth of today /
ain't cool but I hold on to a vision of overcoming the cliche of being the same /
some say lame yet associate this to bein gritty from goin against the grain /
your lifes in vain as you're sat back in ego trips packin to stay the most "profain" /
I'm sick to mind bane or that most insane blood driven like a wolf as it draws prey /
a shotgun cane on dwellin thieves i steal brainwaves and feed on disbelief, a disdain /
of those who came with a style to flow. so pack up go back home dont point fingers to blame/
ya wantin cake im fine with this bread you're about as twisted as marie antoinette /
ya purched back on AK "forte" seven, more like eleven cracked back on snortin rags. /

yep it's the third round, third dance, third chance to show ya ammount
to nothin but ya sure good at fallen down I'm the shadow laughin in the crowd
you're lashen out at life aint fair graspen for style but nothin but thin air
I'm shooten on battles but I'm a sit on gattle at the down end of them cold stares
so I write letters in pairs as I spit rhetoric writen rage a whole new page
so I rhyme quick and lick ya spits back to hell and loom back to my cage
shatter bars and dessimate stage in form of locks in axis disregardin fame
so I got backpack full of anthrax to formulate attacks on targets played
down in monopoly, this aint no game when I roll back tanks on boardwalk, okay
I understand your pissed I understand ya been dissed but you understand this
roll back a flag over my face, one star two stripes soaked red from blood stains,
connect the dots its a map mind traps my camps with ink red still damp and slain
you understand? my brain and wishen I could say there was some kinda work of frame
but no, nothin to gain,caught on crew cut eyes on graveyard lies insane grotesque
genocide, throwin back a test he cheated no fail he dropped an ace on dime
you on stage resemble a mime, ya choke on vibe, and frankly I dont got the time.

Like you said its the 3rd round its like 3rd down and you're behind in the game/
Holster this minolta and picture how I kick your mind out the frame/
Your lack of multi-syllabic linguistics gets you erased from existence/
For instance, your rhymes are soft like the faces of infants/
I have no exodus You can try and kick some devilish messages/
But I'm the King, watch how I spread my wings like Pegasus/
I got stamina you playin yaself like Jeru the Damaja/
I set trends and check chins like a Mickey D's manager/
You gaze at my rhymes in amazement on some copy paste save shit/
I sweep you off your feet on some <--- + <---- + A shit/
but in this game when i finish and diminish you/
you can't enter a quarter to continue cuz your rhymes are miniscule/
I've tried to make it as simple as possible so your brain won't get fatigued/
But I'ma major player so its obvious you're in the wrong league/
So keep going to practice, lift weights, simply man up/
for now you're just the latest member of the Spontaneous fan club.

It takes years to become an overnight success...

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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