Cause RV needed a new freepost/beef thread.....Hopefully it'll spark some battles..

But this one has a twist... To prevent herbs talking mad amounts of horse shit and pretending.. What you gotta do is drop around 10-16 lines of the last verse you wrote. Then the next person will rate you out of 10 and to spice it up, they gotta say whether their better than you or not before dropping the last verse they wrote. (if you wanna post more than once, then just post another verse you wrote, dont post the same shit twice)

That way, if some kid says "2/10 you suck I'm better than you" then when they post their verse they'd better hope they can back it up.. Hopefully it'll keep people honest to an extent..

Make sense?
I'll kick it off with some shit I was writing for a new track off my cd..Whether it makes it onto the cd or not is another issue :-/

Hip Hop kings, live to be this.
Verbal Jesus, to leave his enemies conceded.
Hes un-defeated, in the art of throwing ninja symetrical stars.
With an electrical charge from his Nos injectable bars.
Infected with sars, & disease that make this rapper ill.
Playing to catch a deal, & critics recognise skill.
So 5 stars for Nostradam-- this man will hack ya brains raw,
Withdraw blood from ya veins with the blades of a chain saw.
What you playing for? We only smoke the best of buds.
Cause Dopium's a lot more, than just a bunch of raw hectic cunts.
Were never done, take the pen & pad past the next level.
Hammer to the neck & sledge you rebels, I'm the best of devils.

Theres 12 lines :-/ not my best shit I'm kinda on some fucked up writers block type shit at the moment so thats why its nothing special.. But it sounds raw over the beat I'm rappin it to so you wouldnt notice on track..

DONT FORGET TO POST YOUR VERSE.........

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@ Nostradamus.....your decent and seen mad next level lyrics n otha shit on AIM, id say ur betta, but im not far behind

sum shit off a track im doing:

these streets are an annex of complex miniature projects
were manz vex,flex their techs and use violence like malcolm x
are you and ya set, set, ready lay a breh 2 rest
are ur reflexes flexed hyper reactive and prone
is ya conscious corrupt in a place alone
wid no nonsense roll ina brehs home
is ya dome in a london mind state and zone
or are you catatonic like ya on hydrochlorozome
u got ta get ya own, cos NO1 will get it for you
thses tsreets'll whore you,like jack tha ripper
get ya wrists n lovingly slit ya,,anuva statistic on a governemt scripture
i aint talkin bout MC's and battles fought lyrically
man got gunz wid certain lazers,fuck verbal razors
these weapons ll haze ya, best make a prayer,
cos niggaz'll slay ya n cut ya thru ya epidermal skin layer

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Hahaha kids are afraid to post their verses... When they dont have to prove shit these threads get to 5 pages in 10 minutes.. This is fucking hilarious..

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8/10...better than me...(to acuity)....\/\/\/\/This from my Open mic(also in sig....feel free to leave feed in it too)

Test me,go ahead,I'll slap u in ya face,turn it 360,make ya my own slave
cuz I got the lyrics that the hoes rave,it blows u away,and makes ya soul raise
So all you faggots,nerds,and herbs alike better watch wat it is you say,
fore I unconceal my machette,and transform ya crotch in a maze
then lemme listen to you tout,about how you get head
when I load it up,and plague ya bones with lead,n ya dead
Wonder why it is you breathing meds?well it's cause I just plastered ya lungs
Puttin my hand in ya mandible,introducing ya ass to your tongue
So now you just smelt ya shit,along with a whippin,from when ya felt my skriptz
But at least give thanks to me hoe,I at least gave ya hell to skip
cuz fuck that guy named Satan too,I'm more evil,when I make the blatant moves
But I'm the type a guy you'd never catch on the late night news
cuz no one's close to eclipsin my ability to erase the clues
n in rap,the bitches and hoes,they say,"ooh,violence is played,
but not wit me NK's the only emcee dialing the sun's rays
N now,I'm hearing ya'll say dat ya miss me,when I'm the reason ya brother's dead
but you also forget...you can find me anytime,chilling between ya mother's legs!!