Lyric Olympics

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@Infiltration

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Just put the battles in each post?

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Lyric Olympics Week 1: Pulse vs. Cadaver

Pulse:
Look at this slob! ain't no Secret once this pussy gets popped
Motherfucker looks like the embodiment of a foot in the crotch
Go look for a job, I mean, damn Cad, I guess that's what drugs'll do
Kid, your shit gets more slept on than the first bed you can stumble to
Pulse'll pummel you, choke on your words when sendin hollow threats
Shit, the kid's adam's apple looks like he swallowed a bobblehead
So follow this... even this kid knows how hard that he jocks me
That why he's rockin the goggles just to block the bukkake
Step off me... kid needs a way to pay once all the pot's gone
That's why the faggot goes down more often than freestyling dot com
I'm not calm, gone berserk, kid, its absurd that I'd murder ya
But I figure your fate is worse, since you're living without furniture
You're hurtin, brah! And still talkin about how dope he gets!
Shit, kid, you're feeling broke as shit, cuz of all the coke ya did!!!
Hopeless bitch... go pack a bowl cuz I'm through with this cunt
and if he ain't get a win, we know he'll smoke til he hallucinates one

Cadaver:
The mystique is gone Pulse, we got exposed as drunken fools
the only mystery left – how you get drunk on O’Doul’s?
Seems we fin’ly got to find out why girls won’t ask this guy out
Cuz it’s hard to get a kiss with lips that’s smaller than your eyebrow
Your clothes? Well, you’re foreign so I should prolly just drop it
I guess in Canada it’s cool to buy your gear at Hot Topic
Pulse keeps an eye on his foes, he got battlers shooken
But does anybody know where the other one’s lookin?
I stay hookin’ this bitch for making bad, cheesy music
An I’d box his ears in but someone musta beat me to it
I guess I aint fucked up – I downed a dozen beer bottles
And your raps still don’t look hot, even through my beer goggles
He like to comb his eyebrows and rub his arms with Sassoon
Are those some viens on your hand or just a tribal tattoo?
I’m lazy like your left eye, but known to rip a few whores
And stay reppin L-O like I hate the new boards

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Lyric Olympics Week 2: Cadaver vs. Jay Cee

Topic: "Holly Would Dream"

Jay Cee:
Back in tha day, Holly never thought about smack or tha yae...
She was a bright teen in high school gettin above average grades...
But that had all changed, once she turned 18 and moved out...
She wuz on tha loose now, free from her parents' tyranical rules now...
& it's true how, a life on ur own is just as scary as it would seem...
But ever since a kid, she wuz independent, and Holly would dream...
About leavin tha hood scene, & becomin a prominent black star...
But made a few bad choices, & her arms' were full of track scars...
She'd get slapped hard, by her pimp when she didn't make dough...
& it's ironic
Cuz when Holly wuz young, she always dreamt that she'd make dough...
Forced to wear sum fake stones, a mini skirt and no underwear...
Bendin over for "Johns" just so they could see wut wuz under there...
& she would wonder where, all of her ambitions had went...
Cuz as a young girl, Holly would dream of bein in tha richest percent...
But her mission had went, down tha drain, another victim of senseless rape...
Yea, Holly would dream, but never thought her life would end this way...

Cadaver No Shows

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Lyric Olympics: Week 3: Jay Cee vs. Prox

Prox:
mah verse 2 dayz late, errebody laughin when im sendin it in
but honestly they laughin at ya pretendin' you'd win
Pee Rocks is a trend to begin, Jay's so outdated
his clout faded before emcees could shout hatred
cuz he's a pussy since birth, which left the doctor in awe
so u can't be suprised your momma got socked in the jaw
see i'd give you this win, but the members can't see more of ya
and they dont wanna explain you winnin twice like george dubya
So its rehearsed to be, u versus me, if you're JC...then ima university
personally, ya ass is handed to ya, beaten to and fro
we're changed to RapLeagues, but you'll want it kept on the LO
while i'll impress for ice, like having stepped on the snow
I don't take shit from noone...but i could give some to you
all the shit you talkin mine must feel like a crumb of food
your starting a gay riot with all that preachin so stay quiet
if rap skills rang a bell, you couldn't get saved by it

Jay Cee:
Cuz ur shit sucks dick, I'll show u better fronts...
U'll never be x sighting, like well hidden treasure hunts...
U bein good is an oxymoron, & Jay Cee makes hits...
It goes without sayin - everyone knows that Pee ain't shit...
So ur gettin rid of Cee? Rocks must be kiddin me...
Cuz I'll give Pee tha boot, like maps of Italy...
I love blood and gore, so I'll aim at tha head of this whore...
& hold a grand openin, just to see wut u have in store...
My aim's never off, I'll put a bullseye on ur pocket protector...
Then hit tha Target, like WalMart protestors...
Smack this weak vet, 2 hands to Pee's chest...
Leave him seein more palms than tourists in Key West...
I'll drop a bow,or piledrive u thru concrete, ya hoe...
But tha only move Pee has in text, is tha "sleeper hold"...
I wrecked this clown, & yo, isn't it impressive how...
I keep secrets on tha down low, just like where ur restin now?

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Lyric Olympics Week 4: Jay Cee vs. Mental Stamina

Topic "Halucinations"

Jay Cee:
I inject my neck wit hallucinogens to see apparitions movin again...
Like magicians zoomin their hands, I know sins loomin within...
Tha room disappears as my thoughts whisper it's gettin gloomy in here...
Thoughts boom in my ear, tha tomb don't compare to this cocoon of fear...
Watch tha hue of my hair turn to tha pale color of tha face of despair...
Tastes I can't bare, swallow my pride as my eyes display wut's not there...
Tha effect of tha drug falters than vanishes but I still feel in outer space...
In my own skin out of place, it's like a parasite tha way it assumes my face...
Trace thru my lobes and find me in a dark cove lost and confined...
My thoughts and tha drugs combined pushin my personality behind...
My mind redefined itself while lost inside myself wonderin will I ever resurface...
It's apparent, my body's coherent but I'm a spectator without a purpose...
Attempts prove to be worthless, as I start to scream wit no voice...
Any amount of peer pressure shouldn't measure up to tha reality of my choice...
Dark dreary and moist, trapped in solitude, a prisoner in my own machine...
It feeds on drugs of all elements wit eyes showin no evidence of anything seen...
I'm caught inbetween two worlds, sort of like a living purgatory...
I can watch but not interact as my body is diverged of glory...
Still submerged in gory visions of myself in complete lack of control...
These drugs graspin my soul, I feel like Alice after fallin down tha rabbit's damn hole...

Mental Stamina:
woke up with a bruised rib, helluva night to live
trapped in this pit, babies spite their cribs
got the right to give it all up, burn candles, and kill
learned from white girls how to pound a handfull of pills
handle the real, sweet ectasy swallowed
followed by the contents of a now empty tequila bottle
full speed, the throttle twisted, vision twisted
spinnin lifted, vision twisted, throttle twisted
more estacy please, i'm sweatin hard with a head cold
but it's all gravy, mashed potatoes and egg rolls
how'd my legs grow ten inches in minutes
dunk on bitches while pink elephants watch from the benches
flight is heaven sent, archangel mercy
devils mean mug me from a distance, absurd to see
scalpels opened the sky, open cloud surgery
pigeons flee, vulture wings circling
the sun frowns, light dripping red, cuts glare
i don't wanna come down, i wanna get further up there
murder brain cells remaining, don't give a fuck dying
filthy, disgusting, revolting rebel uprising

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Lyric Olympics: Week 5 Mental Stamina vs. Desenut§

Mental Stamina:
kids ain't got a clue, rap became a sad excuse
when my best comp's a former marching band member, where's his flute
hey Linus you're screwed, i grow weary of plain shit
Columbus style, put smallpox in your security blanket
come to the banquet full, devour emcees after the holidays
your boring life's enuff to wipe your smile away
cubicle existence, Dilbert with Rakim fantasies
land or sea, you don't look brave enuff to lay a hand on me
you're tacky as my couch's upholstery, so it's no suprise girls brush you off
like pubic hairs on public toilet seats
we accept you here, our standards are low my brother
it's the only thing we have in common with your daughter's mother
but you try too hard, ja rule taught you to holla
lookin like you popped the starch out of your collar
rappin with bifocals, you're a joke fool
go ahead bring the neck jokes, be hopeful i won't choke you
like smoke flumes and goth tunes, i'm out to make the world dark
my logic is that killing a white man is a really a good start
the meek may inherit the earth, for now this twerp's gonna lose
come on Samson, the bald look ain't workin on you

Desenuts:
your battling dese.. gotta chance? playa please..
when your pic looks like it should read "nigga stole my tv"
and fo real tho.. this dildo's a real ho-bo baggins... it hurts..
you can keep your two cents stam.. and go buy a shirt..
I've heard of visine getting red eyes to switch..
but what tha fuck.. you'rs look like u use crest whitening strips..
I ain't gotta throw a punch.. one touch and he's shook..
bent over like a bitch with that come fuck me look..


Screw this man.. sorry.. but I just found out my wife cheated on me tonight.. so it ain't happenin.. sorry stam.. nice verse but I'm just not capable

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Lyric Olympics: Week 6: Mental Stamina vs Stadnent

Topic: "Shadow of Death"

Stadnent:
He lay in bed, urine soaked sheets nestled round his trunk
Still drunk, a junkie far too ill to even clutch his skunk
He'd started on the larger, poor kid just tried to liver little
Now he's brittle, weak, imprisoned with no chance of an acquittal
So he lights a dry paper, lungs filling up with thai vapors
Head-lightening, getting higher than a sky-scraper

Suddenly, a cold chill, he felt he couldn't breathe
He shook pathetically, his body trembled from a sudden breeze
A growing shadow crawled up the peeling plaster
Even though there was no living being there to cast it
This hazy undulation slithered up his bed covers
Dancing with the blunt smoke like possessed lovers

It was across his fickle chest that the shady figure trickled
Just a spectre, not a robed skeleton with pick and sickle
On a plate, he saw his life, being served like hors d'oeuvres
So he grabbed the spirit; drank a shot of it to calm his nerves
But it was too late, a pillow plunged deep inside his throat
No noble dying words, his muffled screams were the provided quote
He wriggled helpless on the bed until a silence, stillness
The sly shadow slithered out, the guilty party: Illness

Mental Stamina:
scared to stop sucking the chrome, wishing i had a smaller gun
had the barrel in my mouth so long, it's rusting on my tongue
life's done, tomorrow's making promises she can't keep
just fear this 45 calibur brain implant will hurt my sleep
filled with dreams of dancing phantoms and zombies crews
they're comin steady at you, what can you do?
glock cocked, my head's in a noose, ready to shoot
but i can't kick it wit the leg strength of freddy adu
not a clash of titans, wrestle between meek and bold
the grim reaper has me in a sleeper hold
his boney arms squeezing so tight, shiver, my feet are cold
this creature's sold on my death, i could never beat the pros
i weep for foes, they'll miss the struggle when i go
those tears will shed soon, hear the winter winds blows
whispers froze, my forfeit swung wit the biceps of Serena Will
foreshadow of death, hasn't happened, i'd seen the kill
this gun's so powerful, i bet my brains'll splash
back against a window, beautiful when i stain the glass
could've ended this hours ago, but now silence steps on me
i could mutter, but i don't speak like gwen stefani

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Lyric Olympics: Week 7 Mental Stamina vs ill nik-A

Ill nik-a:
its sad how…its no surprise this fag’s proud
By ur expression u use to being caught bent over with ur pants down
& I see ur left hand fade in the back ground…a glare ya cam has
Cuz ur tank top proves the dude u sucking off’s wearing black pants
& with that said, who chose ur furniture’s what we sat to contemplate
But the big question is…where do u sit after the holidays
Better walk away, cuz ur ancestors know it can get deadly in the south
But for u its only natural when I make u pick the berries off ur couch
Now don’t dare to even pout, cuz u asked for it…so just save it all
u been hating white all ur life then turnaround & use it to paint ur walls?
Just take the fall, u don’t have a neck & we all know that
& thanks to ur pic…triceps another thing we all know u don’t have
Winning? u got no chance, u’ll see when the whoopin is all over
Cuz this isn’t only rape I’m also fucking the pussy on ur shoulder
Tho not a movie I’m much colder, Wax on, wax off, cant apply it here
But Daniel son wouldve became a black belt instantly…inside ur ear
My shine is clear, u loved Scarface…think I don’t know
so before u go dissing Cubans the evidence is at the tip of ur nose
Ripping this hoe, just shave cuz the facts are out
So stop trying to give us a rough look with waxed eyebrows

Mental Stamina:
go ahead comment on my stance, we'll dance takin turns
put your back into it, Nik got the posture of Mr. Burns
kids'll eventually get proof of the way i drew blood
nika's scar tissue will be evidence that Stamina's tooth cut
scooped up your main slut in the back of the bang bus
got my brains stuck in her teeth, damn Nik your dame sucks
left her pussy Putin like Vladimir by the time the fling stopped
sent her home to you, smacked her ass like a sling shot
i'm bringin flocks of angst to repel like socks that stank
your shits ineffective as arabs throwing rocks at tanks
down to drop your rank back to starter
out to make sure cubans know their place behind the dishwasher
it's simple my shit's harder, that's just the way that i made mine
after this you'll be as respected as "sicker than AIDs" lines
you're fly? i'll laugh as i shoot down spacecrafts
and send your almost latin ass back home in a makeshift raft
i'll make this fag cripple in, he's no competition
imma show everyone that no one searches when cubans go missin
hoe listen, this shit's a tangled web filled with the parts of flies
it was a good story, but in the end charlotte always dies

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Originally Posted by Infiltration

Just put the battles in each post?

Yeah, for now at least, until we can get subforums up in here and then maybe I could move the posts

Did RL have like a Hall of Fame or Forever Ill type section?

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Originally Posted by sraL

Yeah, for now at least, until we can get subforums up in here and then maybe I could move the posts

Did RL have like a Hall of Fame or Forever Ill type section?

Yes. But I'm pulling more from the original posts that became HOF.

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No worries bro, just wondered if you needed another thread or whatever making for the time being