post the oldest battle verse that you've written that you can find
 

is my first ever battle verse against murda sho
it's horribad

i got plastic on my fingers from the 'i' and the 'm' keys cause i'm so hot, you think you're frying up em? please.
you're gonna get murdered fo sho, cause im already on fire, think you bringing the heat bro? you dont even perspire
i went to your old rhymes to find somethin to rattle you, read one line, laughed, and came right back here to battle you
and you'll probably win this battle too,
voters handin v/s to wack shit
you're 7-7 record is true because
your rhymes are crap(s) kid.
and i'm fantastic got murda runnin and duckin
i walk this path with E's, while youre on your knees suckin
calling out newbies to raise your battle record without an effort
all thats gonna happen is you'll get hurt.

First battle verse I ever wrote.

vs. ill nik-A, The Elements Rd. 1

The GOAT's in a slump. It's over, it's up, but you couldn't flow from the jump
Bitching about a quote punch is a front for the fact you haven't had a bar quoted in months
SC Hopeful? Dominate straight laced you, you got left for dead like an asshole
An Aussie hasn't shit on Miami Cubans that bad since Guillen reppin' for Castro
This geriatric bitch is something, all those kicks is rugged but Nik I'm buggin,
'cause how the fuck you gonna spend sixty ducats on shoes just to kick the bucket
Nik’s a shoe-in, The Elements? No one knows ‘em more
‘cause this faggot’s been using played concepts since THOSE were first formed in a molten core
Battle raps and cataracts, 40 and bragging bout smoking loud is too sad
Trust, people only believe you got paraphernalia because it sounds like a disease you should have
Chicks love riding Cake, Reverse cowgirl til the bitch gets off
While you’re Netcee’s Welcome! mat and still couldn’t make a good southern Bellehop
Your life is text, it’s a bad scene to see this fag dream
Thinkin’ you got HOFin’ the bag just means we were busy doing THAT to the better half of your tag team

You ready for the truth?

VERITAS:

CHEEZ-ITS OR OREOS

THIS IS IMPORTANT FOR MY PSYCHOLOGICAL ASSESSMENT OF YOU

Cheez its.

Hmm.

Are u ready for the truth?

i'm ready for you to post the oldest verse that you've written otherwise shut the fuck up I don't give a fuck what you think Baldie

So per usual you would rather choose living a lie than confronting the truth?

if you're the truth, then an emphatic yes

@The Mind Assassin shut up.

Ether

Why?

So you willfully choose the life of self-deception?

You're not real.

Hmmmm....interesting. please elaborate. If you are right I will tell you.

So you willfully choose a life of self-deception? How

I just don't think you have a degree. You seem like you play world of warcraft in a basement for hours and you have 1 friend who comes over who you share a tomb raider rifle with and not to mention you never make sense

Fair enough. Let me ask you:

1. Is it possible all that could be true BUT I do have a degree?

2. If so, am I real?

3. Is it possible I always make sense and you just lack the cognitive capacities to comprehend my correlary calisthenics?

1. who fucking cares?

2. I don't fucking care

3. gtfo of my thread or post your first battle verse

first text rap ever - 11/25/2002:

You know this shit's been building for a long time now
Ever since back in the day on the playground
Listening to your bitching and letting you complain
Fucked if I cared about what's-her-name

You've given me more than enough reason
To pop you one right upside your motherfuckin head
Grab your neck, crack it back, and knock you Half Past Dead
Pulled so much shit and I always let it slide
People sayed whassup wit that, but naw I just said it's fine

You got a mouth that runs like a fat man after Wendy's
Dropping names left and right and trying to offend me
Straight up let your bitch diss my girl and I'm not havin it
It's time to take some action so grab a seat, you fucking faggot

All these years I've been there by your side
Hearing your stupid fucking questions and answering every line
You've called me in the morning with tears running down your face
For fuck's sake I waited for you to even start talking, you fucking disgrace

Every girl you've been with has been just another bitch
Like to hear themselves talk, do nothing but talk some shit
Let them fuck up your friendships and twist your mind around
Till they got you leakin outta both sides like a queer coming out of midtown

I've put up with it all and after this last one I've had enough
So prepare to jump off this dick, and on the way, please kiss my nuts
Your ship has sailed for the last fucking time
And I ain't see no more reason why you deserve even one more line

So listen now and listen closely why you still got yourself a minute
Get the fuck up out of my life and take your bitch since she's still in it
Cos if I hear my name dropping from your lips next week
The next place you'll find yourself is layin lifeless, bleedin in the street.

dead @ fat man after Wendy's

1. This is now my thread
2. Why? Bc I want it and you cant stop me
3. I am going to forever vote against you on every battle you are in forever
4. Not because I am a hater but bc I represent your subcon telling you to quit this
5. Nyahh he-man

first battle vs "dacooljoe" on rapbasement - 11/26/2002:

MrAngry
Gold Rapper

Registered: Nov 2002
Location: Central NJ
Posts: 163

I think it's time to have a "big" conversation "Little-Joe"
Comparing your ability to mine is like "Keanu Reeves" to "Pacino"
I'll play the "Devil's Advocate" since this battle is "Point Break"
Throw ya back in time wit rhymes like "Bill and Ted" for God's sake

In my opinion you ain't got no flavor - ya just "Vanilla"
It's like you're "Cool As Ice" and I'm "Thrilla In Manilla"
You couldn't last a round with my lyr-i-cal su-prem-acy
I'll deport ya back to Canada without dip-lo-mat-ic clem-ency

By the time I'm done with this, you'll go from "white boy" to "black-and-blue"
You're "Mr. Boddy" and I'm "Professor Plum" wit da "knife" like this is "Clue"
I mean I'm the "Colorado Avalanche" and you're the "Maple Leafs"
People gather all around to hear me drop - when you come on, they leave their seats

And every one of your drops sounds like "Horton Hears A Who"
I make you look like a reject from the sequel to "Wong Foo"
I'd say "Thanks For Everything" - but I wouldn't really mean it
All you've given me is a quick win - by this verse ya been defeated

So what's left to say to a never-has, never-was, and never-will-be?
A suggestion for time-travel to remove himself from his fam-i-ly tree
Cos he's embarassing their presence by even attempting to spit-game
Ruining their namesake just like a tighty-whitey shit-stain

For "Little Joe" I'm gonna make Christmas for his parents come early this-year
Shove him in a body bag - zip it tight - ensure he winds up in intensive-care
This little mack came after me - and there he made a giant blunder
Cos this battle rap is over - get a shovel - he's goin under.

i have all my shit from rapbasement if anyone wants more 12 year old lulz

keep pretending you're relevant
I'll allow it

I'm bringing back the hyphens for flow emph-a-sis

Ayo destro, remind me about this thread tomorrow.

i want to show everyone how terrible I was.

will dig one up i know its in a google do somewhere

lyrics to my first audio, prob dec 02 or jan 03?? lol @ approaching it like the drummer i was w/ counts and shit for the beat:

Beyond

Ly-rics shimmer in the mor-ning light
Kick-in game tho I'm sub-ur-ban
Gotta spit this verse real tight
Or I'll sound Just-Like-A-Virgin

My slick prose is known-to-bite
With-out flaws just like a surg-eon
Blow ya pre-sence out-of-sight
Shit's got spikes just like an ur-chin

If you call me out-at-night
I'll be at the par-ty merg-in
No beef here to start-a-fight
Take them iss-ues to tha cler-gy

If I wann-a hear you bitch
I'll be sitt-in for tha ser-mon
Hell can't even fuck-wit-dis
I spit flame n leave-ya-burn-in

Light-in up a bag-of-funk
Five bones gone n now I'm herb-in
Float-in out there up-in-space
Wit a cape made from a cur-tain

Drop-pin spit, sipp-in a fifth
Of my good friend Cap-tain Mor-gan
Got-ta fin-ish this line quick
Cos the break-beat is a-com-in

-- break and switch --

And it flows from be-yond
Angels come to hear my song

And it flows here to be-yond
Devils come to hear my song

And it flows up-and-be-yond
Smokers holla to the song

And it flows down-and-be-yond
Drinkers holla to this song

-- flow right back in --

Hard and vic-ious is-my-verse
Hits ya throat just like tha bour-bon
Driv-in drunk be-hind tha wheel
Shit is blurred and you is swerv-in

Cos you duck-in my hot licks
Punch-in earth and you is dir-ty
Bring this rhyme back to-it's-Roots
Sim-i-lah to Kin-te's movies

Time has come to change-the-game
Let me be the one to-do-it
So here comes a spit bar-rage
I am steppin' right in-to..

-- break for multis galore (still workin on them)--

The dome, welcome to my home
The source of many souls that been
Lost and unknown
Beware
The deadly
Shaolin drone
His missle's set to hone
So I suggest when he strikes
Ya stifle ya moan

-- end multis --

Now we chillin wit-this-beat
While I deal wit Ty-ler Dur-dens
No more hat-in on the block
We all lovi-in like we cous-ins

Squash the beef n all-the-heat
I bring peace wit my e-mer-gence
Just sit down n take-a-seat
I'll give ya'll some re-ass-urance

This whole scene is gett-in-mean
Let's re-flect up-on our ur-gence
To-wards hate and violent speech
Got-sta stop this angry verse-in

3
4

- chorus -

And it flows from be-yond
An-gels come to hear my song

And it flows here to be-yond
De-vils come to hear my song

And it flows up-n-be-yond
Smok-ers holla to the song

And it flows down-n-be-yond
Drink-ers holla to the song

-/chorus-

1
2
3
4

1
2
3
4 bells

1
2
3
4

- break and close -

I'm throwin lines down
And I'm takin the crown
Time ta take the beat back to tha ground
Return the mic back to the fold
Clear my case has been sold
Dear God, I pray that this shit goes gold

- fin -


1 n 2 n 3 n 4 n 1 n 2 n 3 n 4

oh, and a recording of that exists, btw.

found it

first ever text battle was against plot in a newb tourney lol




Build battle bars with brilliance, I'm some kind of verbal stylist
Aimin to leave holes in Plot like a standard Shyamalan style-twist
A complete lack of ability to rap, your whack mind's slowly eroding
I'm the Challenger taking off here, but you're violently exploding
Leaving Plot derailed, ending his life's tale, I'll prevail and have a laugh
His punches awkward and curtailed, his Plotted points fail, like an incorrect graph
Plot's weak, so this content-less freak's crap just can't affect me
This battle ends with more disappointment Plot-wise than Mass Effect three

damn diode you had bars what happened

i've done all of 3 rusty battles on here ever

tag tourney w/ dlb
v aero in nbl
v destro fight night

Veritas.

Maybe diode can find mine? Idk. Only post from a phone. Too much of a hassle.

naw these were all in a text file from 2002.

Hi...

That no improvement tag tho...

Bye....

Couldn't find a battle verse, but here's one of the first collabs with my first online rap crew, lol. Written in 1997.


[Date].:3054
[location]:Various.....Colleptic-Majoris......::transmission connection::::::


[.TraP.]::::Engineered.....ConscienCe::::::::::
metallic clatter, shifting tuning forks and re-flex hammers,
amid the blue-eyed beauty above, genuinely concerned, but clammored,
at the sight of my scalp, uniformly warm with a coin-sized space,
on the balding area, perceived decreased sensations dis-placed,
the pain from external sources, EKG transmits rapid, steady beeps,
be-neath the hub-bub of conversation, " how severes the patients injuries? ",
" order some negative-O blood, no time for a cross-match ",
carted past the empty-waiting room, doc's opening the Trauma Ward latch,
cart-wheels sounded thunderous on the tile, reaching the threshold,
electronically controlled, emergency doors slapping open, damp summer air felt cold,
red lights from the ambulance strobed across metal and glass,
3 medics manuvered my gurney through the entry, door-panels slid fast,
doc noticed the patient was his same age, mid-to late twenties, dis-stressing,
doughy and ghastly pale skin, multitude of gashes and pressure dressings,
doc's words seeped through shouted orders, " definitly an explosion...,
...fragments to his chest, bio-engineered grenade, compressed implosion... ",
anesthesiologists inched the endotracheal tube backwards, brief impact,
followed by sharp pains, the jabbing of tubes between my ribs and lung sac,
blood gas results indicate a mild decrease in respitory functions,
" lab must have made a mistake, patient mix up, nurse stop compressions !...

...i awaken to the clank and whoosh of machinery,
and pain that racked my enitre body, instinctively,
i went still, searching my mind for some complete memory,
of how i got here, my own name layed far beyond re-collection,
sucked a lung-full of plastic air, still light-headed from re-surrection,
a mechanical flutter of low pitched sound accompinanied my efforts to come,
trying to exhale, but something jammed more into my already expanded lungs,
feeling of suffocation, then i tensed, before i could fight it, it disappeared,
" calm down, don't let the enemy know your awake ", i re-verred,
suprised, another blast of air was forced into my lungs, choking free,
on plastic lodged in my airway, a voice screamed " ventilator, room three ! ",
a sea of hands pinned me down, mask shoved down my face repeated,
but soon, a memory sparked awashed in dizziness, my consciousness retreated,
i recalled hours locked in an confinement cell, sitting face crushed to knees,
reminded of constant pressure of concrete walls to flesh, but to please,
myself, i attempted to fool my brain into thinking i wasn't alone,
amusing my mental by using various languages to micro-phones,
rememberance of violent hands dragging my corpse from the cell,
accented voices demanding information, was this mind-numbing creation hell?,
the pain of clubs and knives was a welcome release from imprisonment i contrived,
by concentrating on physical anguish, i knew i was still alive...

still alive?


[.PrieZt.]:::::::RoboticK.....Anguish......::::::::::::
…Organic elements burrowing beside a tide of artificially contrived intelligence-
my body bridled in the sediments- savage- silent soldiers sidle cyber residents-
I climb inside an open edifice- withholding evidence- I etch my name in wars infecting
resonance-
tumultuous- I tag the rubble- dragons stumble overhead- I aim the muzzle- stroke the
lead-
parting with my pains partition- people placed in pious purgatory-
Stripped in Gaza- Eyeless I espy an evil essence from the highest minds observatory-
murders glory- scorching earth engorging surfs I herd the quarry-
big game hunters in this urban war we store the stories under human pelts- a gory orgy
ruins self-
I move with stealth & cover bloody trails- dipped in herring something ails-
chest-plates broken- innards fly- best-mates choking- victims die-
tied bandannas hold the plasma- gasping asthma- lungs are synthesized- a witness cries-
my rivals guarding gates- I slither by- my heart awakes & withers dry-
I lick the sky as Warriors Bounding snatch my corpse with rampant force-
we mobilize enchanted corps- our antics thwart their rancid source-
their plans abort with c-4 ores we plant in courts-
injustice systems that we trusted glisten in our liquid flames-
insipid pain as sanitary scalpels scrape my flesh- I take breath & smack the smuggest smirk
up off the face of death….

[.Eso-TerroriZt.]:::::engendered....bio-technical.....procurement::::::
Blindfolded, sedated taken to emergency with urgency
laser surgery, cyborgian centurian
soldier trooper of the future with razor shooter computer guided
eyeballs with radar provided
biomechanics, man plays God and indulges in creation on spacestations usurp
the order of Planets hand on a cracked pomegranate
Islamic funda-mentals and consensual cyber-progaramming of the sentinels
from an organic torso sprung robotic tentacles
plastic ventricles, pacemakers pump blood through this man
laboratories in Canaan planted a gram of explosives in corrosive containers
blow up the body at the end of the mission,
watching tell-lie-vision, blue tube sedative shapes the day
call it superstistion
but evolutionary laws have been broken groping blind on the mindfields of mt
olympus
my hands replaced by metal pincers, how much of the man can you take away
before he stops being human?
beware the interface, machine grace is regularity, f@ck
coporate//government//military..industry
imagination is freedom..wBEEZ be free till eternity crumbles

[.DVS.]:::::::Mecenary...casuality......sortee-warlord::::::
Perspiration...washes ....blurred scenes of fire-light/
reddened guise.....grim-reapers.....scower the downed-dire....lives/
dried insolence...mutiny abounds with titanium hinges/
night-visionZ...and infrared-lens depense ......munitions into the distance/
flareZ christen.....the darkened crimson.....lines/
guided cyber assasains.....grasp heads ....dreaded with spite/
sabre-grenades blind....oncoming regiments....artifical intelligence/
push-button war....fair? only if the death is re(a)d in print..../
sprinting toward ...forwards....of sixty metres...and sand-bags/
weaponary-blaring...hatred and shall-casing.....spread blanketing .....hells-caste/
ghastily whispers.....hone on my flesh.....”A laser’s speech?”.../
burning sensations abound...for appendages...I’ve reached/
leastly.......finding none....nor.....1/4 of bodily percentage../
::::reconescance....engenders this fallen solider...into their kindred::::::
hydraulic-binges...and micro-processors....revel a message/
“decapitated infantry.....bio-cyberotic....want’s him...progression?”/
this man’s pestilence.......festers......repents...now seemingly irrational/
surgical-weaponary....gerney’s strapped-cold.....and mechanical-uranium cathodes/
snowy sorroundings...inconspicuous-shrowds....and diastolic-drownings.....eye’s half
closed/
brash-codes....and tinging cuttlery.......cerrading....wiring.....eletronic.. .essence compiling/
while I lie-thin.....with metallic-linings....and buzzings inside of clinging
ribcage....capisizing/
quiet-dreams.....into regions undeveloped....unconscious ...receiving relics...and scrolls of
past-delpits/
tempel-dispatcments and tracers...envelop my skeleton like helmet/
seldom....pain...cringes and I convulse under syringes/
IV slips.....blood-drips......and death-grips my body and wrenches/
bio-technical-indifference.....and advancements....half-chance...as Yin-sits/
contimplating....M.E.D-titating......and injected serenity/
seizures....slow......sinking into calm doldrums.....I become ....a new intentity/
CB-dash-seven zero-slash-zero-three.......project Italy/
initially a rescue vessel.....with explosive capabilities...../
now armored to the teeth....of which are weilded there’s no need for me to eat/
dietary-supplements feed intravenous...through supple-meat/
60-percent robotic......40-hypnotically impaired to cold-nor-heat/
numb to reason...objectives and mission....replace the needless/
Armed-Forces.......are my parents...and I am there seedling/
barbaric-methodical heathen....pagan.....seething with orders indulged/
squeezing the necks of tyrants and defiant souls.....colored-wells of fluid-bulge/
lulled to vengenge through the dashboards....of central control/
last sortee.....”703....it’s a go!”/
wrist-pulse-cannons fire......with spent loads into flesh....rightfully-thrown/
into limbo.....the enemy surrenders.....NeptuneZ’ ours ....*stasis-mode*/
conquered solar system.....yet I’m stuck in this metallic prison/
so cold.....sinking into lifes-ambigious memories....I cringe to think of futures
road........

dub:beeZ-{A}-|~1ArmY~|SBF{roYaltY}