triplicity flowen wit triple intensity
killin emcee's wit no bio-word- diversity
smoken lyrics faster then dope
leavin vets minds purely stoked
complements aint easy.triplicity
believe me though...his flow laced wit extacy

With rhymes like that...he just "rules" the battle...
He will hit you so hard...he leaves ya brain rattled..
This guy is lyrically insane..cant beleive was coming off his brain
No wonder he owns the game..it even says it in his name..
He spits lyrics out faster..than a high speed chase...
Going against him..he will make ya heart stop its pace..

Masta C's brings catostraphy to MC's his name says it all/
he's not eva scared when its time for a brawl/
Masta bates, naw masta c from mifflinburg PA/
dosent own cats, but gets lots of pus-say/
only one loss, near undefeatable as you can see/
fuck the lies guys NOW SUM 1 COMPLIMENT ME!/

Jerkin minds around, he spits shits the definition of a masters work...
Lerkin letal limericks on brains, no wonder he leaves them bizzurk...
no quirks, drops ya dead when the pen and paper work together...
a lyrical treasure, its no surprise they say this kid defines "a diamond is forever..."
Cant lever his pressure, bizzurk spits to dis-bar people and leave scars...
Charged up, this kid is more dope than the shit redmans exhalin in his avatar...

quick styles...return the favor someone...........

yo i return the favour, to solar eclipse,
his and 1 trainer can destroy the I/3's and shit,
your raps are better than j' hover,
big up to mc solar,
i no that this kid willbe in the game by 2mara,
i'll storm the game wid im only if the game will let us holla,
yeh

i return the favor to the guy above, dan/
cuz its only right to try to lend a hand/
he's so dope, givin out losses easily/
when i read hs raps its aways pleasing me/
i just have the urge to steal his track/
but stop playin..get real..ya wack!/
just playin ya dope, game is real/
but guess wut, its cz i no the deal.

Phatom, ur rhymes are tight,
But i need some sleep 2nite.
your rhymes are all real,
ur shit's da top deal.
by now, y'all know,
someone else's have a go.

0-0 and stil iller then shit, makes opponets bakc down without a spit/
Challanges BROOKYLN and he says no, scared him away like a tranny ho/
He flow hard even know he don't got wins, Open mic is what he does, drinks Gin/
Freeposter with a mission, best damn one on this site, he a preminition/
Quote no more or he will merk you, laugh while your moms jerk you/
Uhh... he good with words, spitten shit liek he spitten turds, vicious words/

Ahh, nothing, I am confused.:whacky:

yo demosthenes, thnx for the compliment,
but that was my homes rapping and that shit was bent,
i would of sent bck but i fell a sleep on the couch,
i read sum of ur battles, and this niggas got clout,
if i battled u, ur rhymes would hit me about,
then u drop in a punch line and knock me the fuck out,
check it, ur battle reckid, shows 4 to 1,
no worrys man u got beat by BROOK-lon (Brooklyn)
and that rapper is the king of RB
and u'll get that mutha fucka bck, and watch that bitch flee

damn dan fo sho u be like Nas/
how the fuck u 0-0? did ur opponents back off/
cuz u flow so sicc , damn im sure thats what it is/
please tell me my girl can have one of ya kids/
so i can father an ill emcee/
yet im sure when he grow up he'll be iller than me/

gametime so sicks wit his flows he spills/
changin my name to halftime to become half ill/
your too real i think u could beat maurice johnson on chairwheels/ show me how to be so grate to change my fate and become the next runnin mate/for the g.o.a.t. and be compared to 2pac and biggie/and tell me why gurls butts so jiggy

fuck MJ hes lame, im on a "i wanna be like Herb" campagin/
i kiss ur feet wit mud and shit all the same/
u got more metaphors then a book of poems/
and ur a giant in a land of nomes/
ur packin more meat then legal/
but id let my mom suck ur dick in the back of regal/
nut in her hair and piss in her mouth/
cuz now she blessed if u know what im talkin about??/

Look at this guys he hot...like hes-fire...
he will leave ya shot....so ya go retire...
He Spits-hot..and rips-spots..no one else can..
Hes "HarDKor3"..not part-boar..hes just a man..
He will leave ya head-slit..by sending lead-hits..
So dont fuck with him..cause he makes you bleed red-quick...

Hey look its "Masta C"...
Flow with him and you'll come to see...
that this cat is the one you can't beat...
but thats ok just have seat...
because "Masta C" will keep you on your feet...
cause he's a PIMP and ill leave you with that...

hot ice damn thats nice//
ure too hot but turn freeze others wit ice//
wow ure so sick micheal j fox envies u/
ure not anybodys fool/
a great tool//
and ure full//
of greatness//
like dat homie from da band NES