Check-In's Due: Wednesday
Verses Due: Friday
Votes Due: Sunday

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Be sure to vote on at least 3 battles, and posts links in this thread. For each battle you don't vote in, you will have that many votes subtracted

Your topic: Strike the Chorus

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checkin in, good luck man.............i'm gonna have ta dig deep ta find sumthin for Strike the Chorus, lol.................stay real, peace, 1

Votes:

1. Aiscle vs. Feeble Minded

2. Nok'd Vizion vs. MC Taxtix

3. Brixton vs. Junio

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Oh, I'm Maddawg MKN, I like to complain about the topics... Even though this is for the championship and is supposed to be tough

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hahahahah, tru...............why not, dont worry..........i'm still comin strong...........oh yeah, tha deadline is friday, next time make sure to give me only 3 days to write my verse, lol, stay real, peace, 1

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checkin in...I been really sick...time to get back on track good luck dawg...

voted on...

nok'd vs taktix
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...1642#post921642

jun vs brix
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...1789#post931789

skiddz vs Rob d
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...1799#post931799

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I Speak Out
Battles
Pink Slips 007 Pt. 2

*walks up to the stage*
*knows he's champ and must defend strong*

The Freedom We Encounter Nowadays We Seem To Take Forgranted...Nobody In This Generation Knows What It Truely Means

Growin Up, The Simplistic Life Of a Toddler
You Cherish Naps, Your A Constant Dawdler
Don't Look At Life With A Wordly Aspect
Get Through The Day Without A Tear, You Continue Respect
You Approach Double Digits, It Brings Complexity
So Many Questions, You Forfeit All Simplicity
Once A Year, Since You Banked True Memory
Grandpa Dressed Up In His Medals, Seemed To Worry
Those Shiny Objects Compelled Total Wonderment
He Knew Grandpa Traveled, But Never Knew Where He Went
Those Wrinkled Lips Just Trembled When He Tried To Speak
You Just Knew Devastation Occured, Past Was Bleak
One Day Grandpa Took That Little Boy For A Walk
The Boy Was Old Enough To Understand This Talk

The Story
That Chilling Night On The Shores Of Dieppe
I Knew My Life Was Taking A Forced Step
The Firearm Was My Utensil To Fight
My Orders Were To Kill, To Gain Unstopable Might
At 17 I Was A Trained Killing Machine
To Fire At A Human Being Was Abnormally Obscene
The Facial Expression Of A Victim Was Unforgettable
Another Piece Of Meat Deemed Completely Unusable
Those Multiple Sounds Would Make You Lose It
I Accept Them, Reminded Me Of Old Band Music

Reflection
I Now Understand Why My Grandpa Cried
It Wasn't Sissy, He Knew His Best Friends Died
He Only Shed Tears When The Band Played It's Song Sweetly
The Flood Gates Opened, He Sobbed Uncontrollably
So Now When I Attend Veteran's Day And Honour Our Force
I Accept The Sight Of Those Tears, As The Band Strikes The Chorus

*walks off stage, confident the message has been sent*

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I Speak Out
Battles
Pink Slips 007 Pt. 2

^You Aint Champ Until This Battle Is Done..
Sig Liar Face Head, Nipple Fart.
Right Now Title Is Up In The Air.

Mad Man: He is right.

I should quit my bitching

Topic: Strike the Chorus

Lamont C. was born in Harlem, New York. He grew up at 139th Street and Lennox Avenue (The Danger Zone). For him life was agonizing and tragedy occurred daily.
He had one reason for living, which was to share his gyft with tha world.

Young L

Call him “Growin’” L…a dreamer, an exhibitionist…an Open Shell/
Wanted everythin in lyfe…Hopin “Well”, null and void…Revokin Hell/
Copin Swell, Runnin a hand…Omen Dealt, one reason…we all Know Him Well/
Childs play…caught Tokin L’s…his presence(presents)…tha Moments Dwell/
Lyfe…he had to Heavily Mend, Ev..ery Friend…Steadily Sinned/
Every obstacle Cleverly Pinned, soon “Snakes”…was he Ready for Them?/
Heavenly Grins, coincide with rotten souls…more than Seventy “Friends”/
No Beverly Inn, his moms…Readily Spent…time…servin Spaghetti from Tins/
Through prayers…Remedies Sent, runnin from Pain…which Memories Clynch/
Was he ready for “tha Game”(rap)? or was tha Game Ready for Him?/

Big L

Verbally Blessed…he could swallow “punches” and spit Words with tha Best/
A “Chronic” disease, which Herbs couldn’t Test/
Lamont Disserved Respect, felt sorry for most…Murdered tha Rest/
Neva Heard of a “Guess”…confidence…Earned him tha Crest/…
“Legendary”…his bars…Disturbingly Flexed, spit with tha “Roc”…left it Sedentary/
Now a “Go Getta”, Neva Staring…Big L, Murda M, and Killa Cam…Cleva Pairings/
Neva Sweatin’ Earrings…women could wait, it was his Time ta Shyne/
Designed sum Rhymes…Stood up, stepped out, Defined his Prime/
Blew up from 9 ta 9 (1999), Problems? About Them…his brotha is Taken ta Jail/
Releasin his Second AlBum, wonder where your Gettin’ u’r Style From…why he’s Breakin tha Scale/

"Famous L"

One Young Mornin, it was so “early”…tha Sun was Yawnin/
A man slowly approached Lamont In…his front yard…a Gun was On Him/
Just when his career had blown up…he was Among tha Daunted/
His brotha has Dun tha Offense, But he was handcuffed and Locked Away/
For once, L didn’t have A Lot ta Say, This time…verbals didn’t Stop tha Spray/
9 hits and Big L and was Popped and Laid…lifeless…on his own Prop Er Tay/
Lyfe vanished quickly…Doctors Say, but no tru rap fan could Drop tha Pain/
February 15th…a legend was Laid ta Rest, no chance to be Paid in Checks/
Nothin but Hata’s Pressed…jealousy…causin “Harlems Finest” ta Perish/
Mindless…Embarrassed, tha only emcee, where every Rhyme was Cherished/
Too bad Seconds were Missin, before Acceptance of Recognition/
Let us Envision, his Lyfe wasn’t For This…God sent tha bullet that Striked Tha Chorus/

R.I.P Lamont Coleman

His Lyfe was tha Verse, and Harlem sheltered a Good Guy/
White was tha Hurse, becuz everyone in tha Hood Dies/
Memories were tha Chorus, which bring Upon tha Tears/
Remembering tha Stories, lives on in his Song for Years/

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"I'm stuck with...what i'm Stuck Wit, cause i don't Suck Dick" - Jadakiss

good luck playboy..........may tha best man win

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White...
your flow was off at times, alot of the time....some words didnt rhyme well either...i like how you did the topic, good imagry of the old man..but your flow and lack of real rhyming at time made this a hard read

Mad...
let not take into account my personal pet peeve...the flow on this was good..a few times you tried to hard to get something to rhyme, yet the pace of the piece allowed it...liked the topic...the last 3 lines i felt you could have done without

Vote - Maddawg

white - i like the way you portrayed your message good way of doing the topic, nice subheaders also.


mad - sick wordplay - dope flow - took it

vote - maddawg

not bad from either

whitel...your flow was really poor in places...
u need to make sure what ur sayin rhymes properly cos it let your piece down...uve done it before as well
but i liked the theme of your verse..decent original angle
but the content didnt really grip me thruout which a story ought to do


madawg..flow was decent....although got a bit confusing in places as did your sentences...the first verse and second were abit confusing the way you worded the lines
however the story kept me interested and seemed to get better as i read it...u ended it well too.boith of u did infact


therefore i gotta say i think madawg won this

thanx for not sleepin on tha battle, 3 - 0 me ....... so far, good luck white, stay real, peace, 1

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