Midwest Round 2: 11. Axl Prose vs 14. K-neticz
 

Axl Prose:

theres no IF you face Axl, with Prose it`s a WHEN
you were so shook...last round you even voted for Sen
In a battle, I feel rappers out...you be feelin` em up
I`ll eat you as fast as Rob Black`s boa when it`s eatin` that pup
check the bracket, your name`s stayin` grey, stayin` little
my name`ll only grow as it gravitates to the middle...
you salivate dribble, I spit deluges of phlegm
I`m number one twice, but this verse for you is a ten...
round 2 isn`t then...then you won by the lens of your eyes
ya beat Cob@lt...now you`ll see the element of suprise
I`m a vet in disguise what I write-rocks ya miserable diction
you have skills....just like a cyclops has peripheral vision...
lackin` wit in ya writtens your lines are awkward and far
add some multi`s lose some sylli`s, and shorten your bars
you get crushed in my vice cause muthafucka i`m hype
so nice, even when I whoop you...I give constructive advice..
I'm comin` precise, I`m bringin` mics don't bring a pen
go watch OZ and jerk off to the scenes with dick in them...
I electrified the ring, but this ain`t a shockin` rout
your verse got more stupid punches than a Cyril boxing bout
I put the clamps on this battle, you put clamps on ya nipples
my tears are tears of joy, you couldn't even battle the sniffles
a coward amongst cowards...K-net looks for friends to win
this yellow background sucks, now guys like him are blendin` in
if he`s a hip hopper I`ll win with a flick of the wrist...
watch this jumper get buried without me diggin` his shit
anyone who feels you won got a perversion of sense
ya styles so dead, you got vultures as your circle of friends...
my verse is intense, as you read it your presently tense
shakin` worse than epileptics on an electrical fence
see with flow, punches, cadence, audio or text, i stay hot
I got more ways to beat you than there`s ways of interpretin` Aesop
you tried to walk the walk but bit the bullet, off you did stray
I ain`t Aerosmith, so bitch...don`t be walkin` this way...
next, Galv or Ry-is-slain, Rygar can't even cypher 'Akklaim'
I`d crush your self image, but you already lost the i in ya name
you`ve been nominated wack, now let`s address the notion
K-neticz has no potential, so voters...go second that motion...


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K-Neticz:

Yo we're both underdogs, but differ since i'm the over acheiver
run ya mouf and come more 'far fetched' than cross country golden retrievers
Ya can't flow with me neither...I'll embrace your back with a staple attached
rape you infact... 'with no morals' and still drop a 'fable' intact
like to bite so heres a muzzle sooted, I'm subtle improving
but having 'problems with the servor' is the only time your 'trouble shooting'
the pic in ya verse from last round was ya self...funny a smile dwells
tell your deepest secrets to watches...just to see what 'time will tell'
strap prose to boulders now, throw him in the ocean watch'em hold it down
flood the boards with wackness...all of a sudden Prose is flowen, wow
ya damned to get no assertive comments while I'm planned to recieve further complements
but all and all...I'll 'spread the beef' quicker than burger condements


{breathe}

my ryhme's structure confines of devine luster that'll make ya mind rupture
but how you gone battle with a convo..when in real life ya lines Sssssstutter
fight this goon in cyphers, then 'inflame the pain' when I light ya wound on fire
write my verse in 'coupons then hand'em out'...just to prove I'm 'flyer'
ya wack 'acting like your going somewhere'....quit doing the 'running man'
only time you 'rolling in the green' from 'clubs'...is when your in your putting stance
I've seen harlem shakes during earthquakes...and still aint look as shook as you
get a bad sense from the gut feeling when I'm finger fucking your bullet wounds
this tourny's like helping a mechanic with car trouble...'Doesnt need any Axle Pro's '
shackle foes...then throw ya 'in the blender' just to show ya how I 'battered' Co

as time expires,
ya fans get tired..must be the presence of ya verses astedics,
arrived with groupies, and now ya spotted exiting with paramedics,
can't find a sterile K-neticz...get to the point wit needles in acupuncture,
Prose thinks its cool to get slept on...no wonder this fag's fad is slumber,
ya talk retires...nail you to a flaming crucifix now your caught in the cross fire,
slaughter trots this typer, get franc like french currency...yo was up with the false atire?,
you aint Spanish nor British, but still wana 'colonize me' for my raw material,
flaw ya spiritual...it's axle vs. '13,579' people, 'all odds' are nearing you,
spits box gettin ya chin knock'd...hopefully you don't come again wit another sitcom,
cuz that to me wasnt hiphop, in fact you were headed more off track than a pit stop,
power shocks than lingers, Ima turn this def mute into an operah singer,
throw chin checks at this kin vet, got'em dropen more blocks than jinga,
catapult Mr. Olympia jus to throw a fit...ya think your tough eh?
play tug a war with your sick stomache...and show MM how to pull another upset

If you didn't read all of it, then don't vote....don't get any the personals?
go peep axl prose in the first round....once again I'm rated the underdogg...

heh

(don't they ever learn)

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Final:
Axl Prose (12) - K-Neticz (5)