Ok everybody here it is finally. I apologize for the delay it is entirely my fault because I have been giving priority to the rest of my life ~ Sorry but it has to be done. Anyway here we go.

This stage of the tournament the brackets have been split into those "Returning In Glory" from stage one and the "Fresh Blood"(who will battle it out amongst themselves) bout to be infused. The one exception to this is jleeavatar_soulflow who has been put into the Fresh Blood category due to an uneven number of people left from the previous stage. Please be aware of where you drop you verses and ensure that it is under the appropriate post. Because the rules became more hassle than they were worth last time I have decided to scrap them but here are the "GUIDELINES":

GUIDELINES

#1
Each verse should be between 16 - 24 lines. You write a novel and I ain't gonna bother reading I can't speak for everyone

#2
The first person listed in Title(i.e "you vs. me" the first person is you) should drop first(but I don't care just drop em) in round 1 and round 3. Round 2 will be started by the second person. If you can't decide between yourselves let me know and we'll do a silly guess the number thang or something

#3
All posts and responses should be up within three days (72hrs) of each other. This means those who drop first your first verses need to be up in three days (72 hours) from now and the replies from opponents should be up within three days from then. This should keep things moving but if anyone cannot meet these requirements for some reason such as only being online on the weekends etc... Speak now (under the section created for comments) and considerations may be made.


VOTING

A separate Voting Thread will be put up after first round is under way. It will not be a Poll. Identify your choice in the subject line of the voting thread.

All of you must vote on each battle (not on a round for round basis only overall) except your own. There will be no voting on your own battles and no round by round votes (although you are welcome to break down how you came up with your overall votes). Failure to vote on a battle will be punished. Also you must include at least one quote from your chosen victor to demonstrate that you have at least looked at the thread. You can choose a draw but must qualify your decision with quotes from both opponents demonstrating their heat or distinct lack off.

Voting will be open to the public as well and I will compile two totals one for just participants votes (the one that really counts) and one for all votes (Peoples choice awards)

MATCHUPS:

"Returning In Glory"
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jayare214 vs. ProdigiousPoet

Syllabicdivinity vs. Sarkazm

jumanji3000 vs. One_Man_Amazin

Bartek vs. PG

LaXiDaZiCaL vs. MiracleRic



Fresh Blood

Danjaruss vs. Anthology

Instant Axis vs. Leech

DelinquencY vs. NewsiC_Noyc

Lucky187 vs. Reef

vocalz vs. jleeavatar_soulflow



FINAL NOTE

This is supposed to be fun so if your too sensitive and get hurt feelings when someone curses at you or insults your mommy you shouldn't have signed up. Racial slurs will not be tolerated even if you are a member of said racial group so if you must please Use a euphemism or special characters like "That PG is a crazy K^&*()R ". Other than that say what you will...

Keep it thorough,

Pappa

Brackets under here...

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once again its prodigy vs Jay no not hova
but a one sided ass whuppin like on takeover
chose a name suggestin you prone to come back
poems is wack you the prodigal ass crack
sniffer spit a rhyme and ill dismember ya line
remember that im the lyricsts that leaves you kids like mimes
without words you nerds study my verse like psalms
the only place you prodigously spit is ya palm
calm ya nevers reword ya tightest burst but first
arrange a ghostwriter, will, funeral home, and hearse
im merciless like ming bring bombastic punches that sting
classically control the ring like ali till i hear the bell ding
(ding ding)
and we just got the prefight instructions
before the handshake have you cringing and clutchin
hopin i was bluffin but you fearing my jab
my hook, upercuts lands in the source of ya gab
you contort when i stab I open cuts on you scabs
replacement rappers that need to study more at the lab
this is ring king im dominating ya flow
with steady punches that leave ya scull chasing ya fro
im erasing ya bro banned like racist nicks on okp
slughtered generic rapper "we need a cleanup on ailse 3!"

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

Subjected to spurious sponsors,
Staying stagnant, stamina seriously static,
I stand a staple of startling havoc...
Expose to those erratic, emotions essentially establish excessive traffic...
Let me back up,
Nefarious negligence, neurosistically neutral, a pupil of arrogance...
Sadistic synonyms that would scare Sudaam,
Drop bombs like the Taliban,
Call me Binladen...
Enigmatic havoc, have it, I'm fondling a faggot,
You can call me the Poetical Priest...
Or call me the kid who can't count the number of counterparts he's created,
I all ready wrote "Oppression's Echo", but so do disses,
Bitches ate it, till belligerent bullets blast tu pecho...
Fool how you gonna duck,
When I got a genius guns the size of my dick, lol,
And that's some shit Li'l Kim couldn't suck...
You betta off beating Bush in a spelling Bee,
Then to defeat the Defiant Giant, I'm hard to eat,
At least, that's what your mom keeps telling me...
Trying to search for a line that doesn't defend my Poetical Prime,
I tell you there wasn't, you betta off trying to find Jennifer Lopez a husband.
Pro vs. Jay...lol...dawg you betta hush...for I make your lips fat enough to make Jay-z blush..

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

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this cat is shook like mobb deep face to navel with shack
after talking some yak about freethrows in one of their raps
Its took a week still he hasnt rewritten his speech
me? i spit daily constantly keepin it peak
to rip weak weekend warrior writers to ribbons
he's hard like richard simmons doin a bid in prison
or michael bivens boxing with roy jones his poems
putrid perhaps consider a name that more suits ya
style you millitant miscrant ms mostly missin
your misuse of alliteraions wreaks of syllable shittin
you missin my point unlike ya moms, girlfriend and sister
ya miserable joints make me hesitant to call you mister
maybe annoint ya spirit till real rhymes ya hearin
exit ya backup backedup rectum lyrically searing
but thats unlikely im fearing your time left is limited
like ya rhyme skills exhibited
prhibitive costs of life and pride should haunt you at night
whenevr you summon the courage to rewrite that rewrite
Ill invite you back when you've composed a couple chapters
then when i recite mine youl burn yours just after
you mastr this cfart like a jack of all trades
mines the words thatll echoe for the rest of your days
as a rhymer untill a new life puts it behind ya
but your sleeepin (with the) enemy scipts predict that ima find ya.

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 couldn't come quality if Kweli qualified you for credits, forget it, I've turned this Freestyle board into a metaphorical monopoly...
SOMBODY....
STOP ME...
Aww fuckit...
Nigga I spit heat,
Lyrics that the Neptunes couldn't beat
Hear it, fear it, suddenly spirits speak...
There is no respect insurance,
So when its taken, your left with none
This is the poetical gun, quit faking, I feel your concern,
VENT...
Before I bombard you with barriers that Binny could escape,
WAIT...
I treat these battles like trilogies, here is the sequel,
Fukka I'm The Lord Of The Ring, your mom looks like...
SMEEGLE...
I interject disrespect with words you haven't heard yet
VET...
That's a title you haven't earned yet...
I'm still disrespectful, digit dense dummies, you can't deny,
I supply sadistic synonyms,
Leave you with a dread-full...
Dreadful demise, I realize these guys are edible,
I'm incredible...
I'm tired of trying to inspire idiots...
PRO-fuckin-DIGIOUS
HALLA

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

youve raised my staus? fact is you never had it to give
ya suicidal rhymes style seems to have lost will to live.
you prodigious? then come back like biblical psalms
if you was a poet you'd be writing without qualms
im the prolific emcee see! spit easily
anything you subit will get ripped in round 3
earn ya name! ya claims is bogus both first and last
and ya amatuer wordplay has earned a foot in ya ass
you lack class patienece talent and chimical balance
the sum of your progeny summarily rendered invalid
you salad tosser wishful thinker dodging the costs of success
but you and ya mickey mouse crew want to be considered the best?
on these boards? pay respect! fuck ya insurance premiums
you light in the loafer would be emcees gassed like helium
and me im strictly oxygen mixxed with THC
so im highly favored to win when i blow wind on thee
back up ROOK you regulate? lyrically warren G!
i stomp ya favorite rappers favorite rappers with my speech
I romp through challengers creating lyrical feasts
the feces you drop like filthy animals only later to eat
you are weak and i am strong like jewels in pulp fiction
this bad muthafucka cocks cannons in each edition
my mission leaving ya cabbage blasted like marvin
backseat driver tryin to move and just mastered parkin.

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

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I'm a murderer, u's a "Mickey mouse" molester, mediocre metaphor user, P.S.A.L.M.'s respected,
Jayare?
Never heard of ya...
Nigga I spit rifle acid,
And half you vets are hoes, so I'm dealing with more periods than high school classes...
How quickly this coward comes to his death,
Courageous?...Outrageous, spill poison on pages,
Savor your breaths...
Or cherish those childish qualms that you call cunning,
Simply said PSALM sings its on praises,
Start running, or learn to apologize, 4 apocalyptic acronyms
Assist your demise...
Sorry I'm focused, I wrote this eulogy, and usually I would have let my previous pieces smoke this,
Rudely, rigorous, PRODIGIOUS,
Try to sympathize but your sorry sentences sooth me,
And if would behoove thee, to stop while your not dead...
Sorry for taking this serious, seriously, I wouldn't sacrifice time over swine who is inferior, I'm a Bad Boy, u'sa bad bitch like Mysterious...haha..
I'm an American Idol, Simon sounds sorta like Santa compared to the sentences I used to prove my title...
So expect the worst, and pray for the best, but prayers won't pause the hears that takes you to the dirt where you'll forever rest...
Kidnap your kids, smack your mother,
Don't get gutter, genius guns, don't stutter...
They clap
Sometimes give standing ovations, till your ulcers open,
I'm hopen we are just playing,
But if we are not, I got games, that will make your breathen stop
Do you know what I'm sayin...
Adolescent or adult
Poppa's gun will still leave you "grounded"
PRO-fuckin-DIGIOUS for FREESTYLE MAYOR

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

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fuck it...let me set this whole shit off...ding, ding,ding...ladies and gentlemen...in this corner we *hits ring side announcer with folding chair*...gimme that mic...


yo backspasm you ready...
aces high… deuces wild… with a one verse minimum /
bet sarkasm Folds quicker than Five Bens… since he’s powdered like cinnamon /
disagree… up your ante bet the shanty… cause the farms for mens strictly /
lil toy you just a boy… counting pubes like oh shit… “I’m up to sixty!” /
tonka type… bulldoze you in a daze… find some greener pastures to graze /
rap ain’t your thing microkasm… you’re just going through a phase /
like eye’m just going through the motions… with notions of cynicism /
mono to mono eye dominate… our state of juxtaposition /
dioneye stay penned, padded, and labbed up… perfecting imperfections /
eye spy that fake ass sipping tea with your aunties… getting botox injections /
melt plastic sarkasm with sunfire syllabics… known to wrinkle cats hiding in the shade /
damn didn’t your momma ever warn you… of the effects of ultraviolet rays /
shame you’re bout to procrastinate the flow… like Hussein to weapon inspections /
try to patronize the divine… eye play god… return you to your mom’s midsection /
another rejection…

"transform to go against the norm" syllabicdionysus

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

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roses are red, violets are blue
sarkasms a no show, so eye guess eye move through

"transform to go against the norm" syllabicdionysus

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

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carnations are pink, daiseys are yellow
somebody please tell me, what the ef is this fellow

please tell eye'm not the only one that's gonna slide by because of a no show...how demeaning

"transform to go against the norm" syllabicdionysus

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

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I know my last battle was wack
So now I return harder than crack
To blow outcha back
Like a lyrical mack
Let's go........

I bring real fire to leave you in 3D burnin'
Battlin' me
You playin' ya self in public
Like Pee Wee Herman
You hip-hop?
Scott LaRock's in his grave turnin'
I'm dope my lyrics are Panamanian
I be chillin' in
Illin' in
The subterranean
Like a mole
I drop bombs that turn ya WHOLE 'hood
Into a HOLE
And world domination is the ultimate goal
Like the Bushes
Fuck fish
I'll leave ya body with octopusses
Relocate ya ass to the city of Atlantis
The conquistadore
But I ain't Spanish
Just fuckin' can it
Like a tunary
I'm sick of this tom foolery
Check who the new king soon to be
Like David I'm a warrior wise like Solomon
You eatin' ya words
You'd die from all the shit you'd be swallowin'
I'm fightin' off armies like Somalians
In Mogadishu
Ya whole style is see through
I lock down the board yellin' out capicu!
Jumanjiano Corleone make moves like a sicillian mobster
Leave you face down in ya pasta
Hittin' like Albert Anastasia's roster
Like I'm collectin' extortions
Takin' it back to the roots
Change ya life to static from distortion
Jumanji be
Catchin' more bodies than abortion
Clinics
So thirsty I leave ya glass half empty
Like a cynic

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Jumanji3000 I figured you'd run a hide... instead of provoking, kid must be joking father neva told 'em to let a sleeping dog lie ...was gonna let you just get on with a bye cause I don't have the time plus things on my mind and bigger fish to fry ...but you...you need a sign so I'ma show you how 'Zin makes lightening strike in one post 3 different times ....

line for line you're as wack as a dick beaters dick you mentioned....trying to invoke LaRocks spirit
by rhyming like this is 86...crack, mack, back, mang! get off my nut sack.......i can't believe you opened an attack with that?......mang this shit was so garbage I didn't want to battle back so I broke it down in 3 steps to put you on track .....lesson number 1 do ya homework know who you jerking Moshe....how you gonna diss you don't know shit about me .....number 2 diss me no need to diss you..... cause if ya self esteem low imagine what I'M gonna do~ number three just as important as number one to me ......if you starting off the battle come with the F ~I ~R ~E ...you can't start thinking ya weak assverse will make it to round three ....exspeically battlin a clearly superior mcee...son keep this around when you battlin these clowns and you be a sure win, every battle hands down .... spit flame in each and every move that you do.......and oh!....... now post ya verse I don't need a round two ......

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a tank full of gas ..$20
a new fit to wear at Dream....$200
culb hoping in the Gardens..Bar None ..Culb U ..and Dream...$250
to hear all the Young's and Joe's at

  

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You tryna chump me old man?
You just a grumpy old man
Grab ya antacids
Can't drop two verses?
Too busy yellin' "Get off my lawn you little bastids!"
Depends wearin', prolly got a plastic wrapped mattress
Call you Walter Mathau the Mr. Wilson of rapppers
I'm the lyrical menace, I hate people like you:
Born fakes
Here I come pissin' all over ya cornflakes
Or should I say raisin' bran
Jumanji is the only one amazin' man
If this was England you'd be blazin' man
The human cigarette
If you don't get it I'm not gonna help you figure it
My flow is hard liquor take a swigger bitch
Better yet... I'm like chronic take a bigger hit
Naw ya lungs just ain't ready
I'm so deadly when the smoke flows steady
I know you on my dick
I'm in ya dreams like Freddie

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U SUCK!!!...i think you need to make about twenty alias' so you can vote for yourself

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a tank full of gas ..$20
a new fit to wear at Dream....$200
culb hoping in the Gardens..Bar None ..Culb U ..and Dream...$250
to hear all the Young's and Joe's at

  

I think you misunderstood. You're supposed to drop a verse. As in a rhyme. If you didn't wanna battle why the fuck did you sign up? stupid ass........

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I am again faced with the task of expounding your incompetence and irrelevance for a third round .........so with out further ado i intend to make it official " 'ZIN Wins " this inapt competition of wits hands down

but the plot thickens ......................

for instance you couldn't be lyrically gifted if i gave you all my notebooks for christmas then shifted my post numbers to ya loggin /status they only scramble ya lettuce (head) like soul train scramble board letters ....while i rhyme to ya heart pounds in the back ground .......even if i bused you poetics for every yard rushed by Bettis you still find a way to make it sound generic on every endeavor ....while Simon yells " I've never!!!! " seen American Idol Auditions type~written until you clicked the post message to send this mess!!! ......go ahead mang edit the text .....it would be betta to tella nukka you quit than to respond to this ....I'm up to my hips in ya assets with my shit shifting fly~fisherman boots made by Timberland strictly for 'ZIN ass kicking ...the salesmen had clues when i told 'em " i need two pair " holdin my pen....Jama~~nah fuck it I can't even type ya name in ...it's like I just typing this shit in .....just for the fuck of it ...so I'ma end this just on lack of interest .....you the bitchest nukka by far common senseless

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a tank full of gas ..$20
a new fit to wear at Dream....$200
culb hoping in the Gardens..Bar None ..Culb U ..and Dream...$250
to hear all the Young's and Joe's at

  

I do damage to dickheads with disastrous drastic decibals
Thumbtack you and trap you like ten tentacles
Rhymes hit right even when alliterated
In round 2 I sincerely meant all the shit I stated
Now Amazin prepare to get obliterated
Then I'ma disappear into the breeze
Like smoke exhaled when I'm burnin' up trees
I attack ya cardiac to make ya heart seize
With bloodshot eyes and finger's clutchin' on ya chest
Frantic like the first time you was touchin' on some breasts
I love when muthafuckas try and attack this
With bitch-like tactics
You could retreat but I'll chase you to the end of the atlas
Like Dr. Frankenstein
You could bring a shank and nine
My words so heavy just one letter will crack ya spine
Kickin' like Tae Kwon Do
'Bout to rename you MC John Doe
Time to pay for a meal you Chinese buffet won ton hoe
Just for you I came back to Earth
'Cause you ain't on the level I'm on yo

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Tek, heavily underrated Bar dialect, cunningly injectin Gun Powder to ya neck/ayo, i ignite my score & singe ya frontal lobe wit burnin metaphors/yah i'm smooth, and flow like myst ova P's Graveyard shift, r.i.Peace, G i pronounce you deceased/ayo im slammin! jammin your flow ya buildin excessive waste betwen ya legs/release the mic as i coin Pussy Grip as my new battle phrase/ayo PG, ya might Get Ova The Water but find urself in the abyss/where ya screams are heard resonatin off my cerebral walls crushing ya like wrecks/thinkin outta the box won't be enough to escape my grip/Tek, the Phrenologist, reshapin your skull into a block wit my iron verse/imma split ya wig and leave a black eye on that pea you claim is ya brain/ya on a collision course wit a wild train, ya cerebral pathway is my railway/ya dealin wit a true sensei, thought process to advanced/ya missed the pace, a run away rhymer wit victory in my hands/ya too feminine to battle tek, holdin ya Pissy Gonads in ya hands won't convince me you a man/

let's play ping pong ■

Ya wanna enter my mind nuclear winter be what you find/
Cold and forbidding your soul's sold before the bidding Began/
Standing still it'd be better if you ran/
Bartek an unmoving target is a bargain/
Let me say it again/
It'd be better if you ran/
Damn take a letter to the man/
I walk a strict line bringing lethal linguistics toxic like strychnine/
Best watch how you instantiate that stance you take/
I do worse than an earthquake/
Ima demonstrate how I annihilate a reprobate And violate all y'all sensibilities/
With mentals and credentials hence artilleries/
We match our militaries and blown bits of you and your babies fill the trees/
Had my fill of these/
Pathetic Guys Pulling Gutless Punk Gambits Perpetrating Gross Phallacies Gone/
Like y'all don't eat feces and fuck other species trust me I ain't wrong/
/
What you got to contribute? How you gonna retribute/
Underrated! Don't try that sob with us it's obvious you feel agitated/
dispute get rebuked regurgitated puked Guaranteed/
Nuked in deed as in thought your paper lies get vaporized before the temperature drop/
Ignore the desire to stop, the desperation of no hope of reparation or retreat, desolation/
Knowing in round two you'll face further degradation, 360 degrees of separation and complete decimation/

keep it thorough,

Pappa

yo Bartek thanks for your patience I'll get another round up as soon as I can...

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It's time for a reiteration of the obliteration sorry took so long I felt like a vacation/
Now I'm ready to get on with the decimation of Bartek's imagination/
Just how the Boston strangler stops respiration/
Pappa, the lost son mangler, I choke your thoughts and creativity rots like skim milk past expiration/
You suffering from a case of excessive libation/
Last few brain cells dangling from a thread of inebriation/
How can shit get this sick... only one explanation/
Pure Grain 100% proof Police Gonna hand ya an RUI citation/
Rapping Under the Influence producing nothing but effluence/
Competition : Bartek. Spot the incongruence it ain't subtle there is no nuance/
Opposition to me means destruction inevitably/
You want to maintain credibility then just don't step with that dead ability/
I'm carcinogenic in terms stated medically/
It's far too endemic these worms lack tactically/
Statistically I conquer and divide you got nowhere to hide/
Well you can run but the chances are none that you will survive/
Face the fission of my derision as I distribute the dukes that hit like nukes/
Bringing the hot ish Canadian Scottish Ukrainian with a microphone of uranium in my hand/
I'm from the pacific northwest my home the true timberland/
I'm full jungle ya wanna rumble I gotchya slice of humble/
Burglary verbally fence your anus out to Neptune/
Every time your shit comes on cats be yelling "yo pop the next tune"/
It's insidious and hideous and yet you think it's the prettiest/
Now let's see just how you intend to avoid the end of this shitty mess/

Pappa

ayo PG, let me clean up that mess of a verse, too many of ya words were dedicated to ya own benefit/
how do ya expect to win if ya shootin blanks? now peep this, imma show ya how to diss like a true emcee:/

ayo PG, ya fondlin ya pubic hair while you readin this, ya sexual complexities are evident from the way ya piss/
sittin down on ya ass too afraid to hold ya dick, spillin Phallic Grease at the sight of a man holdin a mic wit a tightnin grip/
this is a ferocious battle of wits, stop Pinchin Gently on ya tits, my visuals were constructed to leave ya crisp not get ya in heat/
it's too late for apologies, i wanna see ya bleed as i tap ya mind and rip ya confidence to bits/
wishin ya were tina when ike delivered hits, the truth is...you enjoy getting beat, otherwise ya wouldn't be competin in round 3/
ayo, i got a 1000 ways to diss ya, imma teach ya to piss through ya asshole, holdin on so tight to ya dick ya reversed the flow and induced asphyxia/
ya Prostate Gland is short on nutrients, ya need to practice P, ya rhymes are lackin oxygen is why ya chokin on ya dick attemptin CPR on ya balls to revitalize ya skills/
hah! but ya only managed diarrhea!/
volcanic eruption!!! i launched this emcee of his seat! ya asked me how i intend to avoid ya shitty mess/
my first option is to open an umbrela to shield me from the shit ya droppin on ya keys!/
should i carrion, i already left ya glistenin like clean bones, took the meat out ya verse and left it lookin like bacon bits wit ketchup, mustard, but no beef/
ya may proceed to slap ya self in ya face for organizin this duel of wits/

ayo im fleein, catch wit wit PG's pscyhe, i left his manhood lookin like a dyke on a bicycle/
is he ill? tek droppin brutal raps to the dome of any competitor/
never intimidated by veterans, i expose PG for what he really is/
a Petty Gentleman, too soft to be a real challenger/

peace.

let's play ping pong ■

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ayo pg, ya wanna step in my rhyme clout, im too dangerous, turn ya self around before ya catch a face full of pound/let me give ya a rundown before ya feel the last round/round 1, i came nice, but easy on ya mental, round 2, i came fiere and left ya looking like a dental/patience kid, them teeth will grow back, ya a baby still/ayo, if ya caught that flow, u might be shakin still, im chasin the kill, the most pulverizing blast from my lobe is buildin in modes/1, 2, 3, this is the finality of ya rhymin career, curse ya self for ever challengin me/im inside ya mind swimmin in paranoia travellin down ya spine chillin ya bones/ayo, ya feel ya heart rate increasin? we gettin closer to ya inevitable death/ya weak rhymer, ya betta leave now and don't forget ya pussy scent/ive only one thing on my mind, ya carcass laced wit my dimes, call me an indian giver specialist, before i pick ya pockets, take this moment to enrich ya mind wit my 2 cents/forget weak rants, i wanna see an original script laced wit hard hittin fits/ya should never underestimate tek, let this be a warning to the head i face next/i never lose raps, i got so many ways to spit the bang in my head is on constant repeat/i reflect, in pools where biblical fish swim in PG's oversized slit/ya leakin P, get a rag, that pad won't do the trick/stop spittin ya mood swings at the screen/pickin ya bald head wit a razor lookin for a trace of ya dreams/let me shine some light on ya p, puberty passed ya already, forget about sudden growth spurts/ya rhymes are same ol weak shit ya been spittin since ya were birthed/shootin blanks is why ya having problems wit me, i drained ya psyche and left ya mind on lock/ya can't pull a rhyme, i put a jam to ya glock/and left a toast of ya pad/we both know, ya can't follow my act, so take a back seat and watch me advance to round 3/ayo, ya can cheer me on, but only if ya state "tek murdered me" publically/

let's play ping pong ■

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i crash on coasts & devastate more then pacific tsunamis/
a single man could make your frontlines fold like oragami/
explore ta bomb me, the negative affects are less then marginal/
you bring you nine, dogg, i gotta north korean type arsenal/
im stone cold, emotions hard to read like taggin/
you another one of Lax's bitches, you now earned the rights for braggin/
lax, the desert dragon, drone your screams of "Please dont hurt me!"/
but thats a common misperception, Christ Rarely shows mercy/
dog, you dont seem hard, proofread your shit retard/
switch the microphone to metranome, youll never be on beat like 3 bars/
its laxilicious, im ill like Cyd Vicious/
kids chase my rhymes like they were magically delicious/
defy the cosmos, fly by solar, die by lunar/
are you pissed off because i didnt finsh this shit off sooner?/
or are you pissed off cuz lax refuses to spoon ya?/
or you pissed off cuz you last in your crew of highschool juniors/
well dont be pissed off cuz you just a rappin actress kid/
be pissed off cuz you get slept on more then Sealy matresses/
so while you open your palms tryin to catch my fallin bombs/
word to ya moms, im gonna make you regret ever joining PSALM...

laxed

look pinhead i leave men dead without hellraising
burning ur eyes closed but not cause ur asian
and on rare occasion do i lay star gazing
cause i bring more nightmares than wes craven
about me in charge of ur headstone engraving
but know now, u are not dreaming
u really are facing the miracle demon
and with rhyme or lyrical reason i retire ur breathing
bust off at ur wake while ur family grieving
what u thought i played hooky?
shit!! i always hesitate before i take nookie
u mustve mistook me for a rookie
cause u ass-bet with a ruthless bookie
and i eat u like u was some sushi
raw, and i dont need utensils
just some pencils
to outline ur forensic stencils
i know ur thinkin damn man
we supposed to be fam man
but in this bloodsport my name is van dam
i walk on water and i swim through land
i stalk and slaughter and may the last man stand

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

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

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Round 1 ends wit lax defeated
After round 2 his prides depleted
As a child he mustve been abused/mistreated
he dropped some weak shit, now prepare to eat it
Fold like origami? Girl, ur skill is pleated
On this ride shut ur grill and please stay seated
My lines stomped u out with shoes that cleated
Me? slept on? but im well-respected
Cause I treat three rounds as a helluva hat trick
Plus my style is just so goddamn electric
my voltage turns ur mullet into an asymmetric
As I last checked it, all Miracle’s been invested
So u guessed it, Christ Rizzo wont be resurrected
Cause of death? his faulty ignition?…
Or perhaps it be his first verse’s malnutrition
This cat is gassed, he didn’t even pass emissions
With Bob Marley hes singin songs of redemption
“All I Ever Had…Redemption Songs”
And if psalm was a palm
Hed be the pinky
Due to rhymes fruiter than tinky-winky
(lol) it’s the teletub love
And in this glove stands a riddle
Fold four down and expose the middle
Fuck U

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

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

ill be damned if i ever said you was my mans bitch/
intrinsicly incisive, given an unfair advantage/
runnin rampant, de-amped your verse and revamped it/
your ass'll fall off this board faster then the slam did.
im hard to manage, your appearance back was candid/
i rock and take all the marbles~ call me MC granite/
*poof* he vanished/
i clean up your blood with a panty liner/
and do such a good jobs cats at forensics couldnt find ya/
lyrics straight blind ya, lax packs a cannon/
i never miss my target, youre more or less a rich gannon/
the never verse plannin, span your mental in a single bound/
i astound even tho im fucking around/
dont play with my food, dude, your mind is more then read/
im the type to straight stab your cadaver to insure your dead/
and with that said, around the loom im zoomin/
more cats listen when i talk then Bush addressin the union/
youre a late bloomin, study dialects but cant catch mine/
i leave my watch in the dust~ im ahead of my time/
so throw in the towel, i mock your idols like i was simon cowell/
and stick this foot so far up your ass i'll leave some sole stuck in them bowels

laxed

your ass'll fall off this board faster then the slam did.-whoa!!!!! can you say im the man!!!!, hahahahahahaha

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

only i can start my battle verse with ILL BE DAMNED IF THATS HOW I DOD IT LIVE ALSO SON IM GETTING THAT COPYWRITTEN

Album Comming Never

hmmm, didnt know. sorry dog, i guess. i figured ill be damned is a pretty public domain term but whatever money....

laxed

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Naw dogg you got it twisted...

round 1 and 2 excelled at a more then sluggish rate/
were you scared or embarassed? and is that the reason your so late?/
Son wait! stop the presses weve been had!/
your rhymes are electric cuz im shocked you wrote that bad!/
you sat on your verse and took a week to post it, you lame/
the only Bob Marley i was singing was that joint "Waiting in Vain"/
simply stating your name proved to me you was a zero/
"MiracleRic" sounds like some sort of bootleg super hero/
i gave you more time then necessary so stop stalling bitch/
Pinhead? what the fucks with this name calling shit?/
thats some 4th grade spit, but i guess ill roll your rate/
and say some "whatever, im rubber and your ass is paste"/
cuz i protect myself but rip off the latex and so you can taste/
glue? shit i got it twisted, thats some other white liquid on your face/
so fuck A, B, and C, dog devise a whole new plan/
cuz i commit lyrical incest, im fucking with my Fam/
Woom-boom-bam, there i went, here i am/
why you poutin? oh my bad i forgot the "Thank ya Ma'am"/
slam from east to west, expand from right to left/
i split your mouth so sick cats swear your lip was cleft/
and while i bludgeon this bastard, enjoy your last breath/
hes got nothing left, that stamp^^ is the victims time of death....

game over, thanks for playing...

laxed

first off, im sorry
my first verse was tardy
but restating that fact hardly scars me
i thought i told u i had a date in court
u know, ur moms asked for more child support
cause lax acts in chinese chinemas
and asspacks himself with ninety enemas
ho-bag, ur vocab is so drab
i took it to yo lab
and gave it a toe tag
let go fag and dont grab
the dick of ur own dad
i perform surgery that might give u some gonads
i must insist that i operate tonight
oh no!! ive created a hemaphrodite!!
i must remove the spine, this may hurt a bit
BEHOLD!!!... the first human invertabrate
u bring offensive lines,i just hurdle it
so hold on to this sac here and gurgle it
but new flip
im gone leave ur tooth chipped
wit loose lips i share some new tips
for ur local paper to newsclip
"battler found slain, in his mouth a huge dick"
its a damn shame he was killed by his own clique
son u blundered, this hero here attacks with thunder
my new alias is chocolateBoyWonder

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

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

... from the rules-
"Racial slurs will not be tolerated even if you are a member of said racial group so if you must please Use a euphemism or special characters like "That PG is a crazy K^&*()R ". Other than that say what you will..."

im not sure if thats applicable here, just keep it in mine

laxed

i used a stereotype in a punchline but i dont know if that counts as a slur...i didnt say cra#%!r or Ch%#! or Nig*^$ or anything, but then again maybe im wrong...what is there to blank out in:
"look pinhead i leave men dead without hellraising
burning ur eyes closed but not cause ur as!*#"

*DISCLAIMER: MIRACLERIC AND ALL THAT SPEAK IN BEHALF OF MIRACLERIC DO NOT BELIEVE THAT ALL PEOPLES OF ASIAN DESCENT HAVE CLOSED EYES AND UNDERSTANDS THAT THE USE OF THE PREVIOUS STATEMENT MAY WARRANT A DISQUALIFICATION, HOWEVER IF MIRACLERIC IS DQ'ED FOR THE PREVIOUS STATEMENT I WOULD LIKE TO SAY "AINT THAT SOME BULLSHIT...AND PEACE"

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

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

didnt really mind that one... i was thinking more about this one-

"cause lax acts in chinese chinemas
and asspacks himself with ninety enemas"

i know its not a racial slur but it does address race negatively, but whatever. i dont really care that much. and delinquency, the only thing getting chinkeyed around here is ya mama cuz imma give her some of that YELLOW FEVER biznitch!!!! ahhahhaha

laxed

... Lil Laxy. Ric only sed asian, and if thats offensive to you, well damn i dont know what to tell ya. Like Ric, I also used asian in one of my verses and Newsic isnt freaking out. So just chill, smoke one and get chinky eyed (am i allowed to say that?) and stop being so uptight.

P.S. Tight battle by both Ric and Riz, when the hell is voting happening?

If life is prison, Music is the yard time - Blackalicious

Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
-NaS

Stay tru to yourself and Truth will be with ya

DelinquencY

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got some time to do this shit..aight...lemme see

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Who else cna spit cold and calculated, ice grilled mathematics
this sucker's lining up dying to be another battle gone bad statistic
I package beat downs son..what's ur preference...paper bag or plastic??
yeh right..you're an Anthology of what?..poor moderation, belly aches and half spits?
My battle sessions r more intense than evidence of ya mom's teeth marks on my mattress
c'mon duke..I'm about as beatable as said mamma's invisible penis
you winning this battle is akin to Amazin claiming his shit stinks..
THAT, will NOT happen..
known to wipe the floor with assholes while using my back hand to slap em
poetry's in studio B man..these back alleys r strictly for srapping
*side line crowd nudging Ant on with screaming*
"I dare you to scratch him!"
and I swear it's a pattern,
these poetry heads couldn't be more offbeat in this domain
if they carried an accent..
you couldn't claim true hip hop if u married a backspin..
and he's probably gonna come hard spewing some wack shit..
but guess what..
nobody asked him.

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"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

I'm saying.. the whole spew was well worth the read.. but this one line.. ahh.. yeah.. indeed..

I package beat downs son..what's ur preference...paper bag or plastic??

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I'll have to read Ant's before I can vote.. ~


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a treasure found.
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I'm about to be slaughtered, but oh well...here goes:

Amateur emcees take puck shots at they mentors/
take the pebble youngin' missed the target
here's the encore/ DangerRuss or Danger-Rusting/pummeling these type-writer's block uninventive cum shots/
Ant has no heart-- bloodlines pump calloses/
Sun, you got Man issues like Lifetime Actressess/
The simple factor is- you aight, but you shouldn't get full credit It only sounded hot after I struck the "Edit"/
Look junior, my name's on the certificate
you a Son to me, don't believe, ask ya mom dukes- you'll see
you a waste of time like nut showers in a napkin/
I'm a backspin plus the running man, Smurf, wop, Beat Street, Wild Style, Dougie Fresh on a beat/
You're like Kelly from Breakin wearing thongs in the street/
I spit like Hammer Pants on Shirley Murdock-just sick/Plus I fooled you like saying Mixelplix backwards/

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The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

Tha Anthology (Words 2001-2003) Poetry inspired by OKP and Wash, DC
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The Spook who sat by the Radio Poetry (av

Ant has no heart-- bloodlines pump calloses/
Sun, you got Man issues like Lifetime Actressess/
The simple factor is- you aight, but you shouldn't get full credit It only sounded hot after I struck the "Edit"/
Look junior, my name's on the certificate
you a Son to me, don't believe, ask ya mom dukes- you'll see

right there...

time to vote.


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The lyrical rhyme phenom-
you can figure eight your life
eight times, my styles be-yond
OJ's glove on Savion Tap-Dancing your death
cobra-clutching ya layrnx snatching ya breath
Your style's feminine like Trina's ankle bracelet
I spit bionically legs and hip bone replacement
your metaphor's complacent
they need remixing, re-writing and rearrangement
every day it's the same shyt.
"I can slaughter Anthol, He should stick to Slams"
Danj, ya like cook up- you're only worth it in grams
Don't need no papragraphs to pose the threat to ya life
8 bars, Putty-Cat stars, you're falling tonight

www.anthologyfmn.com

Enter the Written World of Fahim Malik Nassar

The House of Caine (available)

Melancholoy Funk (available)

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

The Spook who sat by the Radio Poetry (av

Lemme guess, that was supposed to be hardcore right?
truthbe told..sweet carbonated water in a beer can is still a Sprite
I scoured ya 8 milli-bars TWICE..and still couldn’t find anything
to ignite my fury
So I yawn, spit pawns at ya chess..board to death plus not impressed you have less to offer
You’re like a heterosexual’s dick in a gay bar…just keeps getting softer
or worst yet a blind guy stuck in ground hog day..ya just can’t see tomorrow
Cause ur time was done the day the matchup read DanjaRuss vs the featherweight
the painful mismatch became obvious the second I tried to penetrate
*shrug*
Poet, Moderator, whatever..I won’t discriminate
Intellectual cannibal, so when I’m back for second(s)..thoughts are lost like who you figured ate(8)
you really think you in the arena with Danja??..lol nah dawg, ur just the side dish on my dinner plate
American pie pouncing on dead meat before sinking the dick in
served that wack ass proper and folks said it tastes just like chicken
may I suggest for future battles to be sure to get ur ghost writer’s permission
“Cobra Clutch??”..c’mon man, stop munching on the archives
I swear half ah Frak’s shit’s been bitten
WHERE’S THE JUSTICE???!
no wonder the closest you’ve been to Artist of the Month is when YOU post it
I’ve made beat downs fashionable, my dear model citizen
Anthol:”who me?”
well muh lady, if the purse fits..
Castrate ur wordplay, so when u spit at me, ur game plan is nut less
what cruel twist of fate to have u first on my boot to butt list, I mean damn
If an Anthology is the embodiment of great work, folks rest assured
This one is gutless……………………….

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"..if One Man's amazin..pray tell, where does that leave You??"-D/russ

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