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trap. · 02-02-2013, 05:06 PM

Battle: Deacon vs Vitamin E
Round: 1
Winner: Deacon
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Deacon

VitaminE, Why don't you go ahead now and call truce/
Because facing Deacon is like Gary Coleman batteling Zues/
My mind is capable of controlling the laws of nature/
I carve out canyons and valleys through ya mental like my words are glaciers/
Leaving you unable to, recuperate from the state I leave you in/
Investigators will find no traces of my presence among your camp's ruins/
Just burnt corpses, victims of my verbal flames/
Connect with 12 hit combinations, then morph to dragon like Lui Kang/
Swoop over you, wings spread, nostril's smokin', eyes gleamin'/
I'll get in ya ass so deep, for the next 52 weeks you'll be shittin semen/
Verbally sinister, I'll so easily diminish ya/
I got olympic medals in grappelin', in ten seconds I'm pinnin ya/
I was trained by Royce Gracie, Deacon the Ultimate Fighter/
Getting rid of wack MCs like you that irritate me like child proof lighters/
I overload central nervous systems with electrical volts/
Fear'll have you deadboltin' your doors, and surrounding your house with a moat/
Because you're aware of other mothafuckaz that considered temptin/
They got their asshole split open like Ving Rhames in Pulp Fiction/
Or better yet, like Tim Robbins in Shawshank Redemption/
I deal with Mid-Evil type punishment due to my violence addictions/
So VitaminE, please refrain from steppin to me, just stay calm/
Or get beheaded like your John Liguizamo batteling Spawn/

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Vitamin E

Deacon can't comprehend/
the way that I bend/
rules of dialect and diction/
Pull feats that only been told about in Science Fiction/
Verses well groomed/
Wack Mc's like Deacon get consumed/
have you stutter / before you ever utter / one single word like Max Headroom/
I throw raps that'll make your hairline receed/
Yo Deacon, you best to take heed/
your crawl at a dwindling pace, but I move in BreakNeck Speed/
Whenever you attempt to bust/
I'll blow that waste of breath you call a flow like a speck of dust/
My rhymes defy/
I ran for Lead Chemist in Shanghai / fry/
ya ass up in my wok / then serve you chilled in the city of Bangkok/
I write rhymes the length of novels, while you still play with building blocks/
a nanosecond goes by on my Biological Clock/
yo, its TIME for you to get ripped, like a Cotton Polyester Blend/
All those / B.S. Flows / you write, time for me to end/
The Chemist will rule the EAST COAST with a IRON FIST / of the NORTH STAR/
Im nasty like Nas, before he was Escobar/
Ya rhymes simply aint up to par/
Overload you with thoughts Johnny 5 couldnt compute/
Ask, "Who's gonna win this tournament ish?" VitaMin E, with no dispute/
rhyme still potent even if you were to dilute/
first round clashing / equates to a first round bashing/
What the Bloodcot? / Yo, youll get touched like Rock em Sock em Robots/
Tongues explosive when I blow spots/
Ya shit is Bizzaro / Minimize ya like a Compaq Presario/
Comin across me first time is a jinx / Remeber "WHEN WE WERE KINGS",
I was touchin you like Leon Spinx?/
you CANNOT FLOW / I thought I let you know/
you got a better chance of passin Boot Camp with Riddick Bowe/
You fell off on Skid Row / I stay on point like a GOLDEN ARROW/
piercin alloy / when i post/
I know Im nice, but I prefer not to boast/
Classic like Sandy Koufax / when I throw raps/
Geometry plays a role, you gettin hit from every angle conceived/
Death of a Deacon, they attend your funeral, but not one soul ever greived...........

02-02-2013, 05:06 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Final 4: Deacon Battle: Deacon vs Vitamin E Round: 1 Winner: Deacon ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Deacon VitaminE, Why don't you go ahead now and call truce/ Because facing Deacon is like Gary Coleman batteling Zues/ My mind is capable of controlling the laws of nature/ I carve out canyons and valleys through ya mental like my words are glaciers/ Leaving you unable to, recuperate from the state I leave you in/ Investigators will find no traces of my presence among your camp's ruins/ Just burnt corpses, victims of my verbal flames/ Connect with 12 hit combinations, then morph to dragon like Lui Kang/ Swoop over you, wings spread, nostril's smokin', eyes gleamin'/ I'll get in ya ass so deep, for the next 52 weeks you'll be shittin semen/ Verbally sinister, I'll so easily diminish ya/ I got olympic medals in grappelin', in ten seconds I'm pinnin ya/ I was trained by Royce Gracie, Deacon the Ultimate Fighter/ Getting rid of wack MCs like you that irritate me like child proof lighters/ I overload central nervous systems with electrical volts/ Fear'll have you deadboltin' your doors, and surrounding your house with a moat/ Because you're aware of other mothafuckaz that considered temptin/ They got their asshole split open like Ving Rhames in Pulp Fiction/ Or better yet, like Tim Robbins in Shawshank Redemption/ I deal with Mid-Evil type punishment due to my violence addictions/ So VitaminE, please refrain from steppin to me, just stay calm/ Or get beheaded like your John Liguizamo batteling Spawn/ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vitamin E Deacon can't comprehend/ the way that I bend/ rules of dialect and diction/ Pull feats that only been told about in Science Fiction/ Verses well groomed/ Wack Mc's like Deacon get consumed/ have you stutter / before you ever utter / one single word like Max Headroom/ I throw raps that'll make your hairline receed/ Yo Deacon, you best to take heed/ your crawl at a dwindling pace, but I move in BreakNeck Speed/ Whenever you attempt to bust/ I'll blow that waste of breath you call a flow like a speck of dust/ My rhymes defy/ I ran for Lead Chemist in Shanghai / fry/ ya ass up in my wok / then serve you chilled in the city of Bangkok/ I write rhymes the length of novels, while you still play with building blocks/ a nanosecond goes by on my Biological Clock/ yo, its TIME for you to get ripped, like a Cotton Polyester Blend/ All those / B.S. Flows / you write, time for me to end/ The Chemist will rule the EAST COAST with a IRON FIST / of the NORTH STAR/ Im nasty like Nas, before he was Escobar/ Ya rhymes simply aint up to par/ Overload you with thoughts Johnny 5 couldnt compute/ Ask, "Who's gonna win this tournament ish?" VitaMin E, with no dispute/ rhyme still potent even if you were to dilute/ first round clashing / equates to a first round bashing/ What the Bloodcot? / Yo, youll get touched like Rock em Sock em Robots/ Tongues explosive when I blow spots/ Ya shit is Bizzaro / Minimize ya like a Compaq Presario/ Comin across me first time is a jinx / Remeber "WHEN WE WERE KINGS", I was touchin you like Leon Spinx?/ you CANNOT FLOW / I thought I let you know/ you got a better chance of passin Boot Camp with Riddick Bowe/ You fell off on Skid Row / I stay on point like a GOLDEN ARROW/ piercin alloy / when i post/ I know Im nice, but I prefer not to boast/ Classic like Sandy Koufax / when I throw raps/ Geometry plays a role, you gettin hit from every angle conceived/ Death of a Deacon, they attend your funeral, but not one soul ever greived...........