Battle Rules:
Crew Battle: (AI) .vs. (Class Sic)

10 Lines
No Crew Votes
No Recycling
No Biting
no recycling
break rule=dq

Minimum posts to vote: 500

Check in by: 09-21-04 at 09:46 PM

Must drop verse in 2880 minutes after check in.

DQ'ed for going over line limit

Authority has ACCEPTED this battle on 09-19-04 02:44 PM.

your number one!...well only the the scale of "Richter"
he's throwing out "names" like he was already the "Victor"
you ain't worth shit like kid with no allowance...NO MORE!
it's like "bums" with "acne" he just "breakouts" in "pores"
two personalities so both his skills must now be split
he doesn't have any "Z"'s in his name but still says...

got"blood pressure" I own you and you "can't get no better"
I hate you...only "WHOAS!" you get's your first two letters
he's digging himself a deathbed no more whackness to explore
this damn fool isn't underrated I don't see any underscores!


learn how to figure out wordplay and also don't vote
if you have no idea what i have just typed.....

Word processor has ACCEPTED this battle on 09-21-04 01:26 PM.

tha class sic is dead, so this is a wasted battle but i'll still post my verse

here i go-
sorry but -i dont know you-, so you already a liar
you aint interested in -nuthin'-, so im try ta interest you in fire
i'm no longer clas sic, ima fuckin' king of this ring
have you scream "O", like niggaz that sing...
ya countries anthem*, lay you and ya fam in tandem**
send me ya greatest of AI and they get beat at random
fuckin' wit me only delivers fatalities, like you shootin' at bombs
KO king, have you droppin faster than tha stocks for tha dot coms***
panda is endangered, but i care not...
your punches are for$aken****, shit opportunity wont even knock
flowin' is not ya strength, go slap a puck wit a stick
you maple leaf, i'll turn you in too syrup to put on my bisquicks(*5)
i'm beatin' you into submission, like im spittin' wit verbal bullwhips
thinkin' you gon win is justa hallucination, like you on acid trips
my words will devoure your dome lik sum fuckin head lice
this aint no rap battle this a stick-up a regular win heist
becuz ya punches "half-baked", take that fairytale shit back to tha bakersman
you mad cuz ya justa tran, tryin' cut off sum balls like dude from tha ladies man
your skill couldn't be fly if you was a fuckin' bald eagle
even ya wordplay is under me, and can never be "Equal"
but, you iz kinda "sweet", and "low" on tha totem pole
take you to tha golden gate watch you plumet, on tha news and still lost tha poll
you cant read my text out loud without givin' ya teeth "chips Ahoy" like nabisco
nobody feelin' you panda, can't grasp your weak shit like your covered it wit "Crisco"
and ya forged ya intelligence like cheatin' on IQ test
you just Artifcial like tha truth behind ya text
sorry, i had to get mean i realize you just a inocent victim
becuz you couldn't be dope if it was injected into ya system
i guess i'll end this vicious form of MC brutality
you just a trick wit no text skillz or rationality