25 Barz
5-0 Win
3-0 K.O
And the rest of the rules

Beat one Cat since you’ve come Back, but you think it’s More-of-a-Winnin-Streak/
I’’ve heard ya Timid-Speech, ya just not Touchin Much, Sorta-like-a-Midgets-Reach/
Credits to my Name is ya only Missin-Link, Surround yaself with Indians to Sun Dance if you wanna Bring-da-Heat/
ya Flows Borin’ with an Origin-from-Italy, always Been Adorin CyKo ya not Foreign-to-Mimic-Me!!!/
Spittin-da-Shells that are Rippin-ya-Cells, ya used to go by ILLMATIC, in battles whenever It Was Written-you-Fell/
Can’t catch me, It’s like Fishin-in-a-Well, Swift talked to me and Begged for Good Disses-on-Myself/ (Help me ShYnE!!!)
Burstin-ya-Head, so you better Care for ya Health Tightly like Nurses-with-Dreads/
ya Purpose-is-Dead, CyKo Murdered-da-Pres, It’ll take Surgeons-and-Meds just to re-Surface-ya-Legz/
Said lets come Personal, but to a Certain-Extent, Hinting not to tell em your no Emcee, just a Virgin-Instead/ (ouch)
If ShYnE’s not Online you put ya Verses-to-Bed, if ya still Post I know you were Searchin-my-Threadz!/

-=Style Switch Up=-

F-Money don’t fight he just jumps, I got pumps, dat'll send him back across tha border, at taco stands begin for quarters/
I'll break your spines mortars, like pencil fighters I crack backs, with sacks of mags and clips, so u can read or watch tha scripts/
dat unfold intestines, digestin blood like cannibal crips, usin mandible grips, I lock jaws, ta make ya speech pause, then reach in and grab your chords/
I'm bored of hearin this whore, with pore vocals, like usin cordless phones for mobiles, even verizon aint tryin ta hear-it/
with pastors prayin for your-risen spirit, I'll bless you, but who shout out louder than tha teck do/ then watch your neck corkscrew, and flip like a horse shoe, with faster power than a Porsche do/
I'm threw with tha games, hell, I'll even throw you tha flames, char your remains, while you yellin CyKo should reign/ (rain)
call me Bin Hussain, attackin F-Money with no styles cause its just plane, dislexcit with eleven nine, and suicidal thoughts flyin threw your mind/
so think about it, you survive I doubt it, this muskrat thinks he can spit, but sound like a faggot on a ken kaniff skit/
I hate you rodents, I'm like cobra accept twice as potent, bite and leave your body convulsin, til ya tongue rolls in, ya throat chokin/

-=Finisher Switch Up=-
If You Get Nitty Gritty I Can Get Real Shitty/
Cuz My Egos More Inflated Then A Silicone Titty/
I put watson in a garbage bag so you'd get a clue your trash/
the spots marked and I got the X in black like Nazis in fubu pants....

Uppin

YO Cyko Shyne, you must be out your mind or your soul out your body/
Cause your acting strange like joining a square dance with Mr. Meagi/
Man I’m ahead of my time my soul is beyond me/
It’s like I’m tryin’ to catch up with the inner me/
So when we meet it’s over for you fool, just watch and see/
I seen you been watchin’ me clockin’ my style and joking’ me/
You need to put a sock in it B, you must like the way I flow, it’s like you been watchin’ me pee/
The life was movin’ too fast for him so he tried to freeze time through takin’ a photo/
Fuckin’ dumbass, you nothin’ but a pure homo/
Join’s the YMCA to see men workout/
2 minutes later goes to the bathroom to get a nut out/
What a mutt, his mind is mixed/
His watch is stuck so his time is fixed/
His mom is struck with a bomb in her clit/
So I’m blowin’ the place he came from/
He must be made from some sweet gum, cause every body chewin’ ‘em up/
His lyrics is pre-made, all he does is copy and paste/

****Style switch*******
My gat keeps the slug flyin’ while your bullets scared to fly like Aviatophobia/
Your bars are sweet on paper like they’re covered with Fruitopia/
Plus my lyrics be over your head like a New Era cap/
In your hood few metals clap, plus your style is old like few era's back/
The only time you hear bullets is if it’s a sample in a song/
Before I bust in your bitch I dismantle her thong, I get so high it’s like I live in a bong/
The only time you’ll be called CykoShyne is if a kid says “You that’s some crazy chain”/
And your hoe gotta be smart cause she give crazy brain/
So hold your thoughts kid, like your brain is in your hand/
And you gotta be a snitch cause once you're caught you blamin' your mans/

****End of Story******

whoa!!..lol..this battle was sorta good..my vote is cykoshyne..cause his shit was gangsta..and i was feeling it more..f-money's shit had some sort of cornball lines in them..soh lost some credit..simple as that..one

vote=cykoshyne

^^^^

1-0 my way, come on yall stop sleepin

NICE BATTLE HERE,HARD TO DECIDE BUT IMA GO WIT CYKOSHINE DO TO DA FACT THAT I FELT HIS VERSE MORE...CYKO CAME HARDER WIT DA PUNCHES AND MULTIS...

F-MONEY WAS NICE TOO,FEELIN HIS VERSE BUT I DIDN'T THINK YA PUNCHES WAS AS HARD AS CYKO'S...BUT THEY WAS NICE....BUT I THINK CYKO JUST CAME HARDER IN DIS BATTLE DEN U DID...

VOTE=CYKOSHINE

^^^^I feel you but god damn my verse deserves atleast a vote...so let's upppp this bitch....1

cykoshyne had this he came hard all the way through vote =cykoshyne

^^^Yo what's up wit this bullshit vote...that don't count....1

^^^ What da fuck man I beat ya ass and you know it, damn but fuck it let more niggas vote shit

tight tight dope ass battle....

"square dancin with my miyeagi...lmao"
nazis in fubu....

overall, yall had the same style, i like the wordplay from both, punches connected well.....but when money started rhyming and used the word "pee" that threw me kinda off....props to both emcees but my vote goes to...

vote=cykoshyne