lookin for crew, australian, dont some open mic shit in brisbane and fucked around at battle tournys...but just got inot this whole text battle thing..prop some of my stuff.

As this rage runs rank through the realms of reality /
This requires a rare unrestricted rapture of morality
Cause my words are punctuated by these imageries/
Of the Rap World Door to which only I have the keys/
So don’t try to be real cause ill smack you with power/
Watch the division schism as my enemies cower/
i amaze and blaze and raze blades to haters who phaze
and set ablaze the ways of this forum in a mental craze
to spit skilled stuff and still stand with a strong stance
hurt the hunters by hording to the helm of my hypnotic trance
bro you've just been evicted from the house of hell
slicing your tendens and pouring acid on ya nerve cell


In the inferior class of text battle mc's
this jungle warfare like lyrical vietnamese
cuase i spit venom like a snake on fire/
like a engima answered by straights dire /
i distort your reality and burn your words/
ill snap your bones, like a paraody of verbs/
Ill show you faggots whats real word play
betray your trust lead your crew astray
and survey the carnage, demise and decay
this diabolic rapper i portray, u must obey
and pay in blood ties daily without delay
explain how everyone in your whole crew can be gay?


thanks...peace