Battle Rules:

10 Lines
No Crew Votes
No Recycling
No Biting

Minimum posts to vote: 20

Check in by: 08-03-05 at 04:55 PM

Must drop verse in 4320 minutes after check in.

Aiight...


Blue you know the recital, Bars are golden when im bustin my shit
Cuz i've got the Midas Touch, whereas youre never touching Midas*
And dont try to pretend you'll win, Blue you know i'll get ya
You got enough 'film' on your teeth to make a motion picture
Come on Blue, Ya verses are wack, Dont be proud of that shit
Cuz i got this battle hands down, Like the crowd when you spit
Rippin this bitch to shreds, And only cause my hobbys' to kill
Why even try? Im sicker than Hitler, And can NAZI your skill**
Im blindin' this bitch, Mainly cuz im grimey with hits
Ya verse is like a whoopi cusion....
....................Just a funny way to remind me of SHIT


*= Midas Touch is a greek tale of a god who when he touched something it turned to gold. 2nd Line... MIDAS= MY Diss

**Hitler was the leader of the NAZI's. 2nd Line... NAZI=Not See


Uppin for you

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~Livin' Legends~

u should of stayed home till u was ready, yur rhymes arent steady, now i'm like jason the way my rhyme's slice u with a masheddy,
petty, i'm like tom the way i'll leave fallen freely, can't see me, should of practiced some more before u thought u could beat me//

Sweep me? Only able to if ppl feel yur elementary raps, u getting better but they still trash, so take yur pen and paper, study, then come back,
Wack, only time yur hands r useful for u to be dope, so finally cope,cuz the truth is this ain't even a battle when my first verse got u hung by the ropes//

I'm a lil' rusty but i playing with u like crusty, clowning on yur style,
Cuz if this was a jail battle, my rhymes have u walking that green mile,
Smile!, No wait, we don't want to slow down traffic, its tragic, the way this dudes verse r like his teeth, his tongue wished he learned some magic//

Plastic? I'll leave u praying to lord please, cuz i'm that lyrical beast, leaving u like bobby's grandpa, with yur feet connected to yur knees,
Ceased?, better run and hide before i raid yur mind, deleted yur memory of having no family, then leave u like "the forgotton", erase yur kind, //

Time!, for u to step yur game up from this battle, give this baby a rattle,
cuz yur raps r like cowboy's on horse's, thier on the bottom like saddle's
I'll treat u like groceries at the store and "scan" u , then leave u like other man's do, stuck in the oven with the heat on like "canned jew's"//

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