Battle Rules:

6 - 20 Lines
No Crew Votes
No Recycling
No Biting

Minimum posts to vote: 20

Check in by: 09-06-04 at 08:27 PM

Must drop verse in 30 minutes after check in.

the odds of you beatin me,shit,i wouldnt even bet rice...
ya got more chane of rollin a seven by only throwin one dice...
im like meteorites,im intergalactic,sup now,ya wnt tactics...
hit ya with a punchline,automatic,break ya back with rhymeopractics...
ya rhymes stumblein,tumblein,flowin like they just tripped up...
ya verse get skipped,then ya bars get zipped up...
ya rhymes thoughtless,souless,take ma advice they a mess...
you shud tlk less,without progress youll never see success...
trojan get ya,infect ya....ya can call it a lyrical infection...
ya firewalls down..and theys no way ya verse gona act as protection...
ya rhymes like an inactive site,all they do is cause bordem...
the closest ull ever come to been a real emcee is ya modem...
bitch,u tht whack,tht ya rhymes wouldnt be hot,even if ya stole mine...
you could wear more bling thn mr.t and still manage not to shine...
this fag got his name cos he learnin,askin advice on rappin while i burn him...
ya c-d still wouldnt spin,even if ya demo was turnin...
adjurnin this battle,i wouldnt be suprised if you no showed...
ya still couldnt cum hard in this battle if youd just been blowed...

I can see through your rhymes, its like I'm starin through mist,
only way you'll beat me is if you have everyone on blacklist,
I've done "ripped" u, ur sister and your mother,
ur rhymes are more played than "2pac" bein printed on a cd cover,
u listenin to me in the headphones, come at me and get ya head blown,
i dont follow footsteps, im makin my own, go home, and develop ya own flow,
Rhymes hit ya hard in your chest, just like the Peoples Elbow,"
sorry son but your whole style just hit rock bottom,
ask 2pac how he died, even he'll say that i shot him,
I'm like batman, but i only brought on robin,
so when i come back to gotham, aint gonna be no criminals robbin,
I cant be ur superman, i cant be ur candyman, but u can be my favorite fan,
but i can ur spiderman, shootin webs gettin u caught red handed man,...
now i got u studerrin over my verse
thinkn shitt i wish i was dead in a hurse,
then u come back lookin like Lynch off da adams family,
you could touch me, and you still couldn't "hand"le me,