Tournament Rules:

KEEP COMMENTS UNDER THE REPLY TITLED "WORDS" at the bottom of this post. No comments under the battles please we all want to be able to read them easily.

Each verse must be between 16 - 24 lines. No more. No less. Violators will suffer for their indiscretion.

The first person listed in Title(i.e "you vs. me" the first person is you) must drop first in round 1 and round 3. Round 2 will be started by the second person.

All posts and responses must 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 must 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:

jayare214 vs. Enoch

Lou vs. LaXyDaZiCaL

TheProdigiousPoet vs. Untitled

Ezzsential vs. syllabicdivinity

Sarkazm vs. ShinNy

MiracleRic vs. Onion

ReAlLuCk vs jumanji3000

One_Man_Amazin vs. BASicEleMENT

Gwriter6 vs. codewarrior

Lunchboxxx vs. jleeavatar_soulflow

BarTek vs. Pairawyze

pdafunk vs. PG


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...

Have at 'er y'all

Proper Game

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the first stage I rally a rage dacapitate lame
cats my raps inflame this page enoch's the first name
probable poet - unkown like dope songs from shaggy
sportin b-boy stance and baggy
pants drwalz get heavy and saggy from one glance
im the devil under the moon in batman you wanna dance?
you wanna chance? than tie my hands distract me with ass
give me earmuffs burn up my notebook of raps
silnece the onlookers before they can bestow their daps
and still ya odds is about as good as craps
eventually lose like viginity ya pussy rapper
im the cherry poppin savage ya hymen is what im after
stabbin like dahmer or oil rigs recoil big
like 12 guage pumps before i foil ya bid
I hold crown you hold spite so dont write
ignore the battel invite ittl be a horrible night
a horrible fight historical oracles record ya plight
your the don quixote mics Im scoring like mike
and you wanna be like me
got ya shorts ya jerzee and brand new nikes
give you hope of winnin- spread rumors i might leave
then wait for the death blow at night disguised behind leaves.
then come out first ill blind you with high beams
then slice swift so cato can't hear this guy scream.

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

My beats:
www.myspace.com/jayarejohnson

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

I held the sun before …..In my two bare hands
Now I wear it’s corona as a scully and given the power to command
Men, Women, children and then just to bend
the edges of reality so my intent I could more simply send
Inside of me lay supernatural entities
Who guide me with voices that I hear infinitely
Intricately I examine enemies that stand before me
Breathe in your weakness and breathe out possibilities
Or rather probabilities of how I will defeat you
Your proximity to the mic promotes me to hate you
move you /at will /deal with your obtuse rhythm scheme
Analysis the situation and begin to simply bust the seams
Of backpack
Cause that’s where you hide your insecurities at
Your dreams of male nakkid bodies glistenin
That Barbara Streisand greatest hits cd that you be steady listening
Your anal fixations and your Freudian slips
Your word play only displays how you must be new to this
I must insists that this be bliss to me heavenly ecstasy blessing me
Heavily with the strength of King David’s army my intensity will move your body back physically embedded with ebony so eventually cats
will dub me nightly your flow is earthly but my verse moved galaxies Seemly you don’t understand where you/ be/ at
My names is Enoch and sun you / just /no /match

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When I write I want ta write lovely
Like heavy heavenly palms quality
Words Fortified by King David’s army
Solomon like wisdom expelled from me
how could all this be in one beings body

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ok i wanna drug test! enoch is on acid
lyrically flacid distractin attractive as ass rashes
this is a battle not a slam - you know violent clashes?
you punch like 6th grade school girls battin lashes
i atack in flashes blinding ya corona crown
clown trounce ya backpack snaps with verbal pounds
sounds bleak like ya earthly verses
stop studdying sky take this ass whhuypin home and rehearse
if you consider me obtuse its cool yous a cute
erykah badu clone focused in on skin flute
ya chins proof that Ive been here, come and gone
freudian slip my size forteen boot under ya thong
Im new to this? nah soon enough youll here songs
your a 70's dashiki talent show rejct catch a gong
you caught a bong rip and tripped dreamed you could hit
but i bob and weave like ali with these quips
sombdy slipped you a courage pill Im thinkin its x
ya flows like menopausal periods no need for cotex
when you flow next first consider some show prep
consider this hitter thats swingin for neck
consider the credentials im more than mic checks
king david.. enoch...whoever! round up the usual suspects!
bring an army each armed and vexed
im no match for you! Ima forest fire unchecked....

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

When I speak /The sky goes dark / The sun quits heating / stars stop shinning and /
The world stops spinning / Mothers gather their children and men summon their women
The course of human history is pending on my decisions/ cursed and known for sending
Speeches to men and rendering/ versed that be hindering/ the progression of humans being/ feet never ever touching / Above the earth I be Hovering/ floating above it steadily/ at a Constant three feet/
Readily working Miracles cause with emcees I compete
Like Riding in on winds the were born in the east /
Walk on my own airs, I'm the blessing and the beast/
Seek to move the nations for on your fear I will feast
Adjust the rotation of the earth for when I drop that ish cease
Spit ish poetically so you can touch my inner peace / speak slowly so hopefully you can get a piece/ Of these words I converse / With these words that at will I convert/
Applause here you can insert
But
first
Myths were suddenly born of how the word I can conform /
Of how when I spit a verse the stratosphere was torn/
Storms of all forms formed one the spot your now standing on
Don my battle gear and got ready for the war of Babylon
For you babble on
for real man you babble on



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When I write I want ta write lovely
Like heavy heavenly palms quality
Words Fortified by King David’s army
Solomon like wisdom expelled from me
how could all this be in one beings body

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i babble like brooks with flows to leavee you shook
ones like this punchdrunk prodigy mistiook
the battle for book execerpts from emerson
leave ya leaves of grass alone my flows renderin
cats back to slack jawed delusions of god
grandeur slam ya poetical style line to stanza
cant stand ya! incoherent derelect verses
traded ya rhyme book in for purses I attack in bursts
like roy jones jr Im chickentrained
you chickenbrained enflamed while i surgically pick at ya frame
my aims precise im nice on the mic twice over
poetically or lyrically like nas and hova I take over
you play the role of vic slayed over riding dick
"stoopid!" like walkin through spanish harlem yellin "spic!!!!""
its not advisable your verse not rewriteable
I advise you retire consider a disquise or two
and change ya nick on okp soon as you can
tell ya fam "battling HIM wasnt in the plans!"
you'd have a chance if you scammed bought a couple judges
but as it is I stick by my claim from rd2:"lay off the drugs kid"
rediculous like thuggin in omaha you only buggin!
my words whistle when airborn amidsts this verbal sluggin.

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

Your clever antics were never clever enough
Your were never wise enough
Never witty enough to out wit the infinite bards that I project
I luxury high rise you Cabrini Green projects
I interject wisdom into em
You inject lithium into them two arms of yours
To alter your minds equilibrium
Idioms spoken holding down progression
Testing speakers with my word's thirst
Never beats first
Bang beats out on old school lunch tables
Rock a freestyle ac paella
Usta have a stable but turned them in for turntables
My flows able
to get dead pharaohs up out they tombs


From your lines can tell you never converse with the boom
Your dialect is directed to high tech moves
Covered up with collabs with cats that still say dude
Open mics consisting of you in your bathroom
You could not come up soon enough
You gave it your best shot now it's time to pack it up
Jayare Vs Enoch
For real now……………… What the F#$%










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When I write I want ta write lovely
Like heavy heavenly palms quality
Words Fortified by King David’s army
Solomon like wisdom expelled from me
how could all this be in one beings body

My rhymes are like that of an optical illusion, the words spin around you leaving you with no conclusion, but the fusion that exists is one i cant resist, between yo motha and me when i give her a little kiss, but finally you realize that your mouth is sewed shut, the words wont come out as if they've been cut, but as we stand here around your hut, and battle till the end of what you think is right, the words i say are more than just tight, they make you get off or get high as a kite, they make you have the freight of the night, with no hope in sight, i just might deliver you to evil right?
Ingrid Cold

I held the sun before …..In my two bare hands
Now I wear it’s corona as a scully and given the power to command
Men, Women, children and then just to bend
the edges of reality so my intent I could more simply send
Inside of me lay supernatural entities
Who guide me with voices that I hear infinitely
Intricately I examine enemies that stand before me
Breathe in your weakness and breathe out possibilities
Or rather probabilities of how I will defeat you
Your proximity to the mic promotes me to hate you
move you /at will /deal with your obtuse rhythm scheme
Analysis the situation and begin to simply bust the seams
Of backpack
Cause that’s where you hide your insecurities at
Your dreams of male nakkid bodies glistenin
That Barbara Streisand greatest hits cd that you be steady listening
Your anal fixations and your Freudian slips
Your word play only displays how you must be new to this
I must insists that this be bliss to me heavenly ecstasy blessing me
Heavily with the strength of King David’s army my intensity will move your body back physically embedded with ebony so eventually cats will dub me nightly your flow is earthly but my verse moved galaxies Seemly you don’t understand where you/ be/ at
My names is Enoch and sun you / just /no /match







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When I write I want ta write lovely
Like heavy heavenly palms quality
Words Fortified by King David’s army
Solomon like wisdom expelled from me
how could all this be in one beings body

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low and behold, stay in line and do as you told/
lou vs. lax i leave you dead like sea scrolls/
hands in the air, cause chaos like a bomb scare/
under the pressure, foes fold like lawn chairs/
as long as lou prepares, is as long as he blows/
scared him so bad, he was forced to no show/
skip to the lou, rip you, im fly as flew/
coochie coo, leave you slanted, cuz u look more like Lucy, Lou/
like we used to do, leave ya hog tied and branded/
in the fetile position, couldnt stop my flows with a sandbag/
ransack the game, i leave opponents in stitches/
bustin at the seems; im too big for my britches/
attack with Techniques that could give your scratches itches/
with handcuffs and switches, im comin over to your Miss's/
its deer season, and Dear im huntin with my guns ready to sound/
i flip my style on you cats, and battle upside down/
with the cup's upside down, i drown you in a glass a water/
ask your daughter, i get more Globe then a Harlem Trotter...

laxed

my apologies for missing out on this tourny.. however i've been in hong kong up until lastnight without any immediate access to the website.. sorry for the noshow..

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I don't care if you're Untitled, unrivaled, or undisputed,
My repetitive rifle checks quick a trick who is trifle,
Off the words that I uses...
I'm ambiguous, my ambitions prodigious, damn bitches,
Cant get with this, my disses are specific kid...
Never using euphemistic, or subliminal missiles, Hiroshima flow,
Surreptitious and vicious, ho....
Who you know, who could flow, more descriptively or more prodigiously, that's why they call me pro...
Not because I'm a poet but because I'm the boards bastard,
Getting my shit deleted faster, than child porn on priest's websights,
Or bootleggs off Napster....
I don't mean to be homophobic, but faggot get your throat ripped,
Phony phonetics forget it, I never loose focus...
J-Wil bitch, don't be mistaken,
I cause havoc, faggot, birds flip like gymnastics,
Consider your respectability taken....

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

Well I be damned, if
the votes add up in your favor
but this keyboard induces this child to manual labor
but your Thomas Paine couldn’t explain
why your below average status is a permanent fixture
I'd be more concerned with your future
rather focusing on the past tense
cuz your trash can needs to removed and disposed of...
but I’ll give you some daps just for showing up,since
your addressing phony phonetics, yours are carbon based crossdressed with endless
repetitions of unoriginal metaphors and similies
and I have a bullseye on my back
and your trifle rifle is still missing me
BUT
I'll take one for you and still be standing after three

I DONT THINK I HAVE 16 lines but ay
t-minus 72 hours for round 2 peashit

Album Comming Never

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TIME CHECK
time 9:55 PM ESt


Tombstone engravings include the same initials on your anniversary bracelet
The can be traced to the origins off who had the midnight grave shift
You were never capable of slaying gargoyles or naysayers with words
Fountain pen ran dry…My skills be on stand by….while you stumbling for a legitimate verse
Riddles with nerds…cement shoes prevent you from brainstorming
I give you those type of nightmares that leave renewable stains in the morning
Swallow your pride…on your knees begging for forgiviness
Arms out at my feet…I see powder deodorizer…not need for litmus
I see you’re a pussy period…even before you can spill a sentence
The first turn in the road…easily handled…why use cruise control?
Bring your 3 friends {afrika, lax and semplestech)…thats what upside down bar stools are for
That included a will be needed for any type of upset
This is still only sparring…I haven’t even tied up my gloves yet
I’ll leave you on the stage undressed…you suffering from freight
But just the other night…bobbing for apples under my cock…
IT WaS LOVE AT FIRST SITE

10:07 PM EST

That was just another warmup boss

come get it please im bored
TELL ME WHEN YOUR READY

Album Comming Never

Usually I just speak my peace, now my peas blasts weak pests who can't digest what I speak.
This faggot acting like we got beef, shit we got problems and I'ma solve them, if control you don't keep.
You're bullshit boasts are bacon to me, so until you up the ante, and loose the panties, you still considered veggie meet.
Your sweet like Hershey's, so beg for forgiveness or plead for mercy.
Quit replying this battle is over, I got your mom's legs spreading wider than MJ posters...
The gun came out of the holster, that probably will explain the stains on her sofa...
For my recent intelligence I have her thank, she gave head with elegance, I still called her a skank...
But please forgive me for beings disrespectful, discombobulate, I know you hate the dreadful..
Cultivating yet corruptive, destructive, combustive, annihilating, light skinned niggaz still bleed mustard...
Why battle, knock you off that simple saddle, bullets love Fruits, eat your Adam's apple...
I'm a revolutionist, evolutionist, Charles Darwin, sparin with a toothless bitch...I'm ruthless kid...
So you got nothing but gums, guns get guzzled till the muzzle tickles your tongue...

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

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Its time to end this, if you feel offended...F U...
The 3rd installment has begun, run, before I make you loose weight fast from a clap of the genius gun....I bless tools...
Paragraphs paralyze, like Ashanti's sideburns, you can't hide,
Learn quick I discern clips, that will roast your pride...
I'm disrespectful to the chore, half of the reasons why ANT posted a plea to the FREESTYLE board...
3/4ths, of the reason why your girl is walking real sore...
100% the reason, why cats take lyrical treason, trying to out-dodge my disses, bitches, this is not duck season...
Just look at the mistakes you're making, Bomb like Benladen, or Binladen, you're like a chic with fat ass,
Going straight to the bottom....
You put your soul into these rounds, clown, I didn't get dented,
All the vulgar vernacular, I meant it, killed your whole battle with one sentence..
This aint personal, personally, I don't care if your freestyling or rehearsing these....
So quit catching feelings,,,your mentally starvin, gay like Marvin, and when your chest gets carved in,
You'll need more than sexual healing...

Don't Duck

P.S.A.L.M

http://cashmonet.blogspot.com/

http://www.myspace.com/hollisterholliday

Thirds times a charm, so they say, but contrary to what your and your crew may think. The onslaught continues with yours truly to thank. Autobiographical eulogy, only piece of literature ever worth writing, It seems you spend to much time on geography, since you memorized the mapping’s of the underbelly of the beast, even though my balls are at a lower level than your eyes, your still on your knees but I don’t want you to kiss the ring. To think you kiss your mother with those lips, Now I can understand why your mother legs were always open, hoping for an offspring with no offering, now my dick’s on route and I’m sure to proceed with caution. I’m a stage menace, battling expertise, only time you been on stage is during your second grade play imitating the first thanksgiving feast. Beyond the computer screen, Earth’s your vacant void, skills closed due to title twelves stupid elves go back to making toys. You can’t be a dentist but sucking my cock is your preference according to Sigmund Freud. I hope voters put your name in the subject box, because on OKP the okayers think upsets ROCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Album Comming Never

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Style protrudes pixie dust and lollipops to be rendered slow jam
The wackness you’re busting should have been in Trojan
Skills are limited slogans and cumbersome/Lines lack the luster of logic and then some
If your MC were squared to the second/ I reckon your shit still wouldn’t be hot
Mockeries are underdeveloped adolescent/Fish sticks and Tater tots
And I smash your whole testimony like packets of ketchup
Style clots the fatty tissues on cholesterol hearts…
I beat emcee drums, energizer bunny panic
Keep going and going like the band on the titanic
Your lullabies straight albino… micheal Jackson tried to tan it…
But I Jack-son you…right on okp bandwidth/sampling your whole regimen on a popsicle stick/lorraina bobbit dick, fantasy/Breakin up the syllables in your divinity /filling the missing links in your whole cerebral proximity/Intently staging your murder…..Jean Bonet Ramsey/
You’re just a candy.. RAPPER /Regular At Pleasing Popularity Ever Rapidly
I'm an EMCEE/Essentially Melting Carbon-copied Emcees Especially
Individuals loathing..needin' seams needed to be sewn in/Itching my colon/all your brown talk/Bitch thought he shits golden/I have you bent like bars of soap in showers with all males/your limited to vowels, like u was on fortune wheels/ I leave your pat sajack chump in vannah white high heels…impaled ….pushing Volvo suburbans/slumped and EXPOSED like peewee Herman/<word of the day>
R-I-P-P-E-D/Relinquishin’ Ill Paragraphs Predicting Early Defeat
Deafening Eardrums Patronizing Parameter, Instant Receipts/Of beheaded emcee splendor/ your paragraphs are wycleffed…gone till November/ now surrender /Before I erupt my spacely space sprocket /And pull peasant whimpers from your inner soul closet…



-Stephani

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


Essense riterated to shiver me,
Torn between oceans and pools with glass in between,
I am weary and grasping your techniques,
With perspired perspectives
oiling the squeeks
I cannot lye down in a feathered gap,
and picture air-brushed nails
For baby, it only sheens to follicle of every accupunctured/ angered label
and suits wishes of slow-motioned pivots
and bouncing curves with not a word coming from my lips
but we teeter 'tween obscure bliss
blessing a bruise that's braised
breaking at risk~~Me "PunCtuReD BLisS" copywrite @ poetry.com/ best poets of 2002

peace to poetry

BASH WIF MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

fortified with the essential vitamins and minerals

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

On this battlefield eye utilize rap... to weed out the snakes and rats /
use kharma as opposed to armor... microphones as opposed to gats /
with metaphor to sickle ya... quicker that elmo can tickle this /
dismiss ezzsential as a noncontender... bend your verse quicker than eye did your lesbian miss/
blacklist your flow like you’re some 1980’s... communist red catalyst /
your shits stiffer than meye albino prick... 5 finger shuffling through your fist /
give me a sec to quick go grab a condom... before you try to infect Divinity /
leave you riding meye dick so hard... feeling like eye just had a vasectomy/
don’t blame fate for fallin in meye bracket... inbox PG with your complaint /
feeling stuck in the middle and useless…like between your holes called taint /
let’s set the record straight... your debate... just ain’t up to par /
once eye run through you plus a few more / kneel before the okp freestyle czar/
right now eye’m just sparking... getting charged… still in a fallopian state of mind/
but by the third you’ll be submerged... in the placenta of meye mind/
abort this battle pre-third trimester... eye’m pro-choice grade A beef/
eat fetuses like ezzsential nutrients for breakfast... fuck brushing the evidence from meye teeth/
never discreet...

"transform to go against the norm" syllabicdionysus

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

y'all battlin
whoaaa!!

man i never thought. people were so scared or saying that the new kats weren't worthy to battle but now since i left the scene for a minute kats is like BATTLIN!!!

WHOAA

check it

okaypimpin?
all your lives are dependant upon bleekness
man, why the divine shepherd gotta leave the rap game sheepless
on a weekend
resurrected hip-hop
y'all mistook me for JESUS
clearly
my power conjoins with that of GOD
causin' wack emcee cataclysm
merely
made you look
twin towers?
endtime flowers
i'm omnivore
galactus(devours)
wonder thugs
without the powder
you brain cells cooked
some dope ish
off the top with a hook
the chemistry of my keyboard curves
so the electronic waves unnerves the very core
of your words
so when the armageddon is complete
the world is re-composed of verbs
from THE BOOK
whereas shook aint the word
earth plates in california like a bunch of prodigious poets
foldin like worldcom
to the essence
to leave you mob fallen deep

*beep,beep,beep,beep*

excuse that's your mothers
their callin' me to beat

peace and blessings
me-i

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just another unezzsential fable… bout how you’re ready, willing, and able/
still don’t know who you’re trying to fill bringing that lite shit to the table/
what you would call a spiritual carnivore… from metaphysical folklore/
floor you with divine syllabics and try to spare the boards the gore/
instead eye breech your mainframe… slide by undetected/
if metaphorics are a virus it’s safe to say meye flows infected/
but eye ain’t passing that shit on… keeping it all for meyeself/
fuck you with a hard hat on to promote meye own linguistic health/
you’re far from a battle emcee… soundin more like a cattle emcee/
ezzsential following the herd to where meye slaughter house be/
and please don’t cry battle rape to the cops… when eye hit it/
quick as eye got you punch drunk that’s how quick eye’ll get acquitted/
represented by Divine Intervention… and Associates/
so you want it quick with triggers or slow with bayonets/
defeat you immediate or exaggerate… either way eye’m unabated/
leave spectators satiated when eye stroke the mic elongated/
so what you gonna do now… choose quickly… spit or swallow/
or eye’m a leave you with a facial full of this sticky syllabic mallow......

"transform to go against the norm" syllabicdionysus

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

Trailer trash …go rake your farm
Couldn’t mark me if you had Harley Davison Arms… couldn’t get more votes if Cheers was your bar/fuckin duplicate/as copy carbons/Wouldn’t win ESSENTIAL if you had lucky charms/I instruct sluts, like Jerry Springer rap ups/ but u don’t have to wait for the end only another match up/I round up… your switch chord/beatin’ little devils into saints/ with passion like black church momma strength/
See.. its all art.. you become the target/I became the dart/I aint got no heart/For emcees that swear they can spit/Your shit don’t go together like eminem concerts and mosh pits
Essential miss/Rhymes are cut throat imperial material/I do bench presses with your sentences/Because I’m total… your lines mushy cereal/… there’s only one bowl with me/to see my shit is crafted, sculptured, ezzsentric perception/Ripping out sculptured nails/And hair extensions/Not to mention/My poetry delivers testosterone hormone sample extensions/
Auctioning you at wack emcee raffles
So Bitch that the only way you identify male is with your Adam’s apple
Couldn’t entice me if you had a Michael Jackson’s special
Carnivals in your backyard cant attract you any play/Flamboyancy in lyrics…however…
gets YOU raped…
You’re… Running Away Paranoid Eternally Devalued/But I’m running in you like overactive thyroid/You cannot comprehend my verbal multi-facets
Got u stuck…like refrigerator magnets /My rhymes flowed over u as dressings to a salad/Making hoes grow mustaches/From tossing them/Emcees like u pawn their fake skills/Just for flossing them/Cuz your rhymes are were sitting simply but I just snatched the chair/Serving left over scraps of rapper sandwiches /callin' Mr. Belvedere!




-Stephani

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


Essense riterated to shiver me,
Torn between oceans and pools with glass in between,
I am weary and grasping your techniques,
With perspired perspectives
oiling the squeeks
I cannot lye down in a feathered gap,
and picture air-brushed nails
For baby, it only sheens to follicle of every accupunctured/ angered label
and suits wishes of slow-motioned pivots
and bouncing curves with not a word coming from my lips
but we teeter 'tween obscure bliss
blessing a bruise that's braised
breaking at risk~~Me "PunCtuReD BLisS" copywrite @ poetry.com/ best poets of 2002

peace to poetry

BASH WIF MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

fortified with the essential vitamins and minerals

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


my music:
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Brb8g8f18xE
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freestyles fluid like a written / outwitting that wack smitten /
you spitting off track / matter of fact bullshitting/
predicted fiction you're missing on / addictive contradictions /
open your mouth and bite the curb / feel this lesson in friction/
putting an end to your salad tossing / which means no more bread winning/
it don't really matter who drops first / ezzsentially you prewritten/
creatively calling me trailer trash / guessing you saw 8 mile/
still eye'd rather call a mobile home home / than live in a state of denile/
cause them skills you think you got you don't / so please stick to poetry/
that garbage you're hurling at me / sounding more like recycled hoetry/
attempting to clean up the planet / but lack of ink ain't an issue/
it's trees we're trying to save /from fakes like you that rain artificial/
and kill it with all the acronyms / damn!!! the A.T.F. just took meye pen/
cause eye'm drunk burning like newports / waving words as weapons/
spit put you out of your misery type scripts / though thick like dimwits/
holding meye eyelids up with toothpicks / trying to read your rubrics/
nightstick your slapstick / nitpick your politik/
constrict this trick like jack the rip / with equipped warships/
have to crack a schlitz and tip / product of ill marksmanship/
let me quit 'fore you submit / ezzsentially burnt like filmstrips/

"transform to go against the norm" syllabicdionysus

Peep my band Spanish Blue @ myspace.com/spanishblue

Is that "eyes" in every line or metaphor for illiteracy?
I'm feelin' equivalent to tupac.. with ALL EYES ON ME
see... you're too weak to hold on to your insecurities
behind your "eyes" exists simplicity,
i remain raining metaphor and simile complexity ... voodoo that stigmatizes your internal, eternally hexed...
your random annoying lines are cucumbers and watercress
straight suspect... fingerfood blasphemic architect...
artificial and breeding no meaning...
your mastery masturbates jodeci.. straight feening
to be on the top OKP emcee buffer...
.. i continue cleaning the
sheening to display natural luster, cultivating away
from the cluster.. no sugar coated utter.. far from
your sweet serene ... take your own "EYES"
and defEYEne
your tEYErd sublEYEme...then the "Y" from in-between/ that's
what you scream... "EE"
as you log off, cuz your accounts been terminated/
your making other names to recover/your hypocritical blunder/contradictions building up my hunger/ to eat duplicates like I was at the last supper..
Your lines became dead when they contracted SIDS= Sentences Irrelevant Due to
Structure
you just mustered ... from a peasant uterus, premature and awe struck
i saw you study my syllabus. touching your emotional tear duct
your shit is straight cornball ... mullets and bowlcuts
and sho'nuff... your limited to opinions of the okayplayer...
I had you impaled like I was Buffy... the vampire slayer
and layer on a plaster cast to cover your mass
make u rehash what you wrote last.. envision fast..
as I get this quick tourney award
Ending your NETcee careers by snatching your mouse and keyboard...


-Stephani

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


Essense riterated to shiver me,
Torn between oceans and pools with glass in between,
I am weary and grasping your techniques,
With perspired perspectives
oiling the squeeks
I cannot lye down in a feathered gap,
and picture air-brushed nails
For baby, it only sheens to follicle of every accupunctured/ angered label
and suits wishes of slow-motioned pivots
and bouncing curves with not a word coming from my lips
but we teeter 'tween obscure bliss
blessing a bruise that's braised
breaking at risk~~Me "PunCtuReD BLisS" copywrite @ poetry.com/ best poets of 2002

peace to poetry

BASH WIF MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

fortified with the essential vitamins and minerals

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


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

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Allow me to connect 'Kazm's mind to an ethical-rage, in this ethnic, skilled-phase…
I once wanted to set this rhetorical-flame to a wooden oracle-stage
But the matter shattered, when the Sarkaztic-laughter splattered as the actor plummeted, unconsciously
While watching the admonished-crowd react, as the Kabuki-play began to fade away
Soon enough, I became astounded by the astonishing, bubbling, vomiting
Something’s stumbling, when humbling oneself against the censored troubling, rumbling
“See, I prey on that 3-D entertainment...Which allows me to project enraged-wit!”
‘Cause it’s the only time when Sarkazm can interject with any effect of engaged-sense
I've been enraged since this page ripped...and got dropped in Satan's multiple sharp chasms,
A state of disgrace, misplaced where the race of the "Sarkastic" dwell..
Left with skin pierced when shrapnel and sharp-end plastic swell
"You've just entered tH£ h £ k §-A-ciŠt's® DRASTIC-HELL!!!"..where many masses knelt...
Which in fact, is well-known as the same domain of Caligula's Souls of Mischief
"'Kaz, realize you're not favored, but are belabored, surrounded, hounded by the Blackness of Darkness!!"
..and your only Hope of Life can be provoked by Christ..and that's if the Pope is right
"If I were to give you a piece of my mind....
..you'd find that the gravity of these thoughts could easily weigh you down!!"
Since my swingblade-similes seemingly slay through nouns.........


ShinNy b.k.a....h £ k §-A-g Ø ñ/|_ A \/ ¡ § h©....

***The Sig Starts Here***

"You and God make a majority"--Pastor Arnold Murray

"Enjoy my space employ my waste
In case the hand dealt by a stolen grace
Do you ever wish the circle wasn't square
So when landsharks start circling the borders
You could just cut them off at the corners
There's a ghost in the basket of values
Pertinent to, which cayak pilot succeeded in serving him proof
Now I'm surfin it through"--Aesop Rock

ShinNy b.k.a....h £ k §-A-g Ø ñ/|_ A \/ ¡ § h™....

www.myspace.com/hekslavish

Pardon me for the delay, I didn't even realize this was up.

Fatal phonetic lines leaves faggots positioned fetally when I transcribe spittage from egnigma to ebonics.
I suggest Shin plays Shawn Kemp to Blaze a trail and leave the Sonics.
Sick and tired of simplistc bars corny verses and anemic punches with no purpose
Alcoholics even take off from your bars running
'You call this shit potent?'
Read between the lines I'm infraction
vampiric with no reflection my cannon blast back and plaster and splatter you using the law of refraction.
God must smile upon you every time of a rhyme you speak.
So low to the peak Election Ballot Chads even call your punches weak

DO I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION!

Panelist may I present a ramrod who always comes half cocked with John Wayne Bobbit handling decapitated poultry.
Faulty circuitry got your vibes going unnoticed even by sex toy manufacturers
are you sure you insereted the batteries correctly?
Jacques Cousteau and deepthroat a dick 20,000 leauges you're still nowhere in my standings
Shin carries 8 arms like calimari and still doesn't have enough ink to cross crayons with kazm.
I demand war
Gore your lady's Bush like rigged presidentail elections
Eletric eccletic holding down big shit like Jurassic Park Veternarians.
Now i've been know to flick fags to the wayside and Nicotine from the Lex with a Luger
Narcisitc mirror image while you hold no weight like the rotting corpse of Yokozuna.
Arguably...fuck it without a shadow of a doubt i dash this rappers dreams with 100 meters of punchline.
Pass the time or become just another echo through the windchimes.
Sinister lyrics high jumpers refuse to turn their backs on my bars for fear of paralysis
Re-enact the JFK assasination
"um...you sure you aren't using real bullets?"





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Since you arrived LATE, I'll start this round too, but I'll let you start off Round 3(since you're supposed to start off Round 1 and Round 3 anyways...but I didn't want to get deleted, so I started off Round 1...just to let you know)


What you scribble down in INC./INK doesn't constitute your manner of attitude to amount to this altitude
Don't scream out "This is Shin's MURDER!"...<<<<<<<<..We all know that's rude!!..
'Cause your voice seems Coochie-Coo, like Skee-Lo on helium bellowing "Hootie Hoo"
The statistics that categorize your wordplay matches Benzino's stats from the 90s'-ranks
That has evolved into a bigger pile of bullchips, a pulled-stinch that can't even fool Em...it's a stank!!
Plus the caliber of punches you punch-in are equivalent to Ralph Macchio's angst...so like Mr. Miyagi in a Bugatti
You did a 180° on the Internet's two-lane street,
In order to return spit-fire towards my four days of waiting
To type up statements that are froward, aimed towards my bored ways of patience
With God's sentiments exactly, heads burst as I cast rocks in order to "BLAST FEMURS"/BLASPHEMERS
Go copy-"CAT" and like Amelia Earhart, you're just "PUSSY" that'll never COME back
My fast lightning-flash craft smashed against the Sarkaztic-fad and had a laugh
As the bus dragged tracks on your belittled, belabored, bad Rugrat-ass, as it "gassed" itself back into the past..and crashed
I "RUSSIAN"/RUSH-IN the grudges, and like a 1902-SIBERIAN fireball, put up a FIREwall towards the inimical-nudges
You talk elaborate but lack adequate amounts of substance..so with the added-sustenance
h £ k §/|_ A \/© is this 50ft. metaphor that knocked over the non-comical billboard
And laughed as the "SEINFELD"/SIGN FELL and crushed Sarkazm's means of mobility....a string of short-yellow school buses


ShinNy b.k.a....h £ k §-A-g Ø ñ/|_ A \/ ¡ § h©....

***The Sig Starts Here***

"You and God make a majority"--Pastor Arnold Murray

"Enjoy my space employ my waste
In case the hand dealt by a stolen grace
Do you ever wish the circle wasn't square
So when landsharks start circling the borders
You could just cut them off at the corners
There's a ghost in the basket of values
Pertinent to, which cayak pilot succeeded in serving him proof
Now I'm surfin it through"--Aesop Rock

ShinNy b.k.a....h £ k §-A-g Ø ñ/|_ A \/ ¡ § h™....

www.myspace.com/hekslavish

I hate being late. Better late than never though.

Boy am I aggrivated thats one way to describe my demeanor.
Send the early bird into your wormhole to totally devour your physical being.
Whats it like to be pecked at swallowed and to be broken down by acid
panicking standing saying a prayer while your departing particles are nourishing blood cells while your whole soul becomes flaccid
I don't even see the reason why you will even complete your sentence
Your fragments of supposed hip hop bullshit got simians flinging feces at your monitor frequent!
Thats gangsta gully or whatever the fuck you kids call it.
I'm a stalwart when it comes to the true elements of hip hop.
I mean what I say even though my smirk speaks otherwise.
A lot of rap sucks and you have the teats to feed a starving nation TWICE!
Um did I mention that your joints are arthritic.
I feel em but I wish morphene was relegated by medicaid to regulate my sicknesss
Look at you!
You’ve missed your big shot like caffinated snipers with epilepsy.
You’ve been shook up and lost your ill skill like the carbonation in pepsi.
Understand that I'm the first to fire just call me an arsonist acting innocent.
Your brittle penmanship is stricken with osteoporosis and its feenin’ for the milk dripping from my pen tip.



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Please tell me ur name aint onion
cause i chop u down like my name is paul bunyan
with rap toons im too looney
making bigger heists than that fool george clooney
but without oceans eleven
you cant escape this lyrical bus to heaven
stealin doobies from dude like u was devin
after my 2 cents cats 9 lives decreased to 7
when I mic check-endorsin
with explosive endorphins
i leave ur newborns as happy orpahns
teachin u the brand new course in
jedi rappin, i use the force when
I end mcs careers without remorsin
im the fire starter while u warm the bench
i twist tools like u, just like i use a wrench
and steal ur joy like i was the grinch
im honorable, u aint even worth the ment-ion
late to class, well heres deten-tion
retire now, wait here goes ur pen-sion
with heavy tax, i break backs, like when i used to rip krackz
just quit dog, cause im too thorough
I stop lungs like my company is Marlboro

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

Building repetoires (c) spm since 1983

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Real Luck
Messin' with me
You real fucked
Lyrical quicksand
That's why you feel stuck
You could be a Porsche or a Lambo
But I'm a monster truck
Call me Gravedigger
Devour you
So my rep grow bigger
When my metaphorical finger on the trigger
You gon' need
A rabbit's foot, a shamrock
And any other charm
To keep you out of harm
Effect is snowball
Like Animal Farm
George Orwell
Can't wait for round 2
So I can bring you more hell

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