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vs Resin

Sin. Slay. Swift.
I’m using weapons in sessions as the method to damage bars,
& then wrecking Resin so bad that his flesh’ll look camouflaged/
Exposing he can’t come hard, cuz he’ll, get chopped & severed,
I’ll stop his heartbeat to show that his blood can’t flow acapella/
Because I be dropping better, while proving he’s not a Soldier,
He’ll just respond to this via John Edward from Crossing Over/
Exposing he’s lost his voters…his “best decrees” are the Worst,
plus Resin only beat Nasif, cause he mentioned Me in his Verse/
Essentially leaving him hurt, although he’s just faking w/ boasts,
claiming that he’ll take me out, when he has trouble taking a joke/
Cause it’s blatant in posts, you’ve analyzed me, yet it’s asinine,
for you to say you studied, when it seems you’re dissing Samurai/ (X)
You battle rhymes? I'll roast ya scripts & show this battle's hopeless-ness,
Reach my level? Homo, you'd need a cheat code just to post with this/
So notice this, cuz if the world’s a stage, I guess ya role’s the bitch,
just call me fate, in that ya life’s in my hands, though I’m choking it/
My style is known to slit, till voting’s passed, and still ya life is spared,
since I’m an apathetic sociopath…I’d kill you if I cared…!/
This kid is scared, none can understand, how Res fronting 'the man,'
explaining to his boys, "Bitch-slapped? Nah…I headbutted his hand!"/


vs Ill Nikka

Sin. Slay. Swift.
Yo I’m smoking this bitch, blazing MCs with smoldering scripts,
cause now I’m taking out seeds, like I’m about to roll up a spliff/
So don’t show us ya pic, since like ya nick, that shit’s a disgrace,
tryna spit’s replaced calling yourself ill as your Biggest Mistake/
Ya tried to pick up the pace & yet you were slayed from the start,
as your victory run ended while you were still aiming for March/
Tho ya playing ya part, claiming to spar, it seems ya can’t touch me,
cause the way that you were seeded ain’t the reason ya unlucky/
Even if I’m rusty, this written’s unfurled, ya get sick & then ‘earl,
you’re mad cause my verse’s hardly filler…like ya dick in ya girl/
So Nik give it a whirl, rep Ya ‘Prowlers,’ though that site is a fake,
shit, after you lose make ya OWN MM, with a fight you can take/
You’re the type to relate, primal debates to bragging and boasting,
here’s a proven FACT: only title you’ll win’s ‘Wackest Opponent’/
Though I’m bashing your dome in, kid, don’t even start to rap,
cause I’ll have your career lying in ruins like ancient artifacts/
In part your wack, and yet you can’t spit cause my fury’s unsealed,
plus bitch, I'll hang you twice like confused juries at the appeal/
Truly, you ain’t real, I’m mustering death and crushing your rep,
learn this lesson: stick to bestiality, but don’t fuck with the Vet!/
Becuz you’re flustered in text, & so next life, don’t bother to show,
or you'll get blown out like White Boys tryna rock Ben Wallace's fro/
And although the slaughter’s exposed, I’m glad that this rook isn’t fit,
for the win, since Ill-nikk’s spared us all having to look at his pic/
So just look for a click, since like your site, ya posting can't shine,
do like they do to UPN, and get votes with rhymes, posing as mine/


vs Alias72

Now that the beef has been sparked, let’s see where the beating should start,
I mean, your shirt’s yellow…but is that to match your teeth or your heart?/
Cause you’ve seen the remarks, coward…you’ll be rewording your facts,
though I’ll give you props, cause I didn’t know Pee-Wee Herman could rap!/
Deemed you certainly wack, claim that you’re weak to soften this beating,
meanwhile I’ll take this humble win, then prove you’re loss is conceded/
Since you’re often defeated, thus you’re red-faced and battered to Hell,
cause looking like THAT, posting THAT verse, I’d be embarrassed as well/
Plus it’s sad you’re compelled to smile then front with sloppy battle flows,
though first you copied Fracture’s style, now MUST you copy Aloe’s nose?/
With strangleholds, and sampled prose your shit’s lame and just pitiful,
No wait, you’re good…! Though while I’m lying….your name is original!/
So while you claim that at minimal, you’re good, kid it’s a figment,
of your mind, how is it below your neck you’re skin’s missing its pigment?/
Cause your writtens get ripped when, the outcome of meeting is deadly,
You knew you’d lose, that’s why in your Pic your nose is bleeding already/
Now I’ll be leaving you buried, in your own doubts, since you’re awestruck,
though you’re on the beach shore, literally confirming you’re washed up/
So while you’re yearning to cock suck, you’re too gay to compare rhymes,
though that’s cause your sexual preference is less straight than your hairline/
Instead of making your flair shine, there’s reasons you’re hiding your fame,
don’t worry, I’ll start a petition…and see if Prowlers can buy you a name!/
Meanwhile, try to abstain, from bouts where you’re enticed to surrender,
cause your face ALREADY looks like you’ve lost a fight with your blender/
Plus a contender…? You’re not, so bitch, stop pretending to drop rounds,
in this tourney posting a verse against me’s like consenting you’ll drop out/
I’m preventing the talk now, Victory ain’t the fate you’re facing verse Balth,
and meanwhile, the only V’s you’ll see come from the shape of your scalp/
That taste in your mouth’s defeat, and though your birth year nick is wrecked,
Next time do what cats born in ’72 should do…and just stay off the internet..!/


vs MMx

…‘just get tested…’ Now that’s the message, ya giving kids asking…
Bout your pic…an STD ad…that’s simply missing the caption…!
Cause when ya spitting you’re lacking,…& so now we’ll start to clash…
by sparking facts, ya grill’d look better…well…if ya car had crashed…
Since scarred & bashed, at least you’d have a reason for asking for votes…
That look of sadness on your face comes from when the camera broke…
& the photographer died…outside…? Your time for fronting is up…
you’ve come out in the light, I mean what? Weren’t you ugly enough…?
Claim ya been coming with bluffs, holding shit back & posing as wack…
though let’s be real…you’re only posing as Jeff Goldblum on crack…!
You know it’s a wrap, when you sell coke in the burbs, honestly telling…
cats with a nose like THAT, ya not hooked on the product ya selling…
You’re slaughtered in seconds, net nerd, ya verse? don’t spar, delete it…
so you won’t have to explain why kids need, flow charts to read it…
There’s a difference between us, beyond your troubles with cameras…
see, I’m from New York, the Urban Jungle…ya from jungles in Africa…!
So you’ll get massacred, looking like Chris Kattan, after stage fright…
though the only time you’re acting Live is during Saturday Nights…
I’ll bash ya name right, out of lame cyphs, where ya known in the circle…
how can you say you ain’t sucking dicks, with lips swollen and purple…?
Since you’ve shown that it’s hurtful, how my jokes brand you a killer…
Of yaself…wanna commit suicide? Here…let me hand you the mirror…!
I’d understand if you’re ‘bitter,’ meanwhile you’re mocked on the basis…
of how looks CAN kill, so that’s why you were locked in the basement…
Where your content was made, shit, you’ve had all that time to fuss with…
punches you stacked for years, & that’s the best you could come up with…?
Shit all your luck is…how you’ve made it, when reaching for wins to…
show you’ve made one seed again, so god forgive us, the species continues…
Cause no preaching in venues, or churches will stop this crudest lie…
I mean, the kid’s thought of a real pic is Jeff Goldblum…as the Human Fly…!
So choose to die, try suicide, show how brutally hoes can get lost…
and no, I don’t mean the normal way you usually Blow your head off…
Now the dread of, being dubbed ‘freak’ has you shocked & beaten because…
kids can’t believe ya THAT ugly…I mean dip took his pic after seeing ya mug…
Thus competing is bugged, when considering you look like one, bitch…
though next life, you shouldn’t show up unless Sime picks out your pic…
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"The Passion"

Written from the point of view that a Messiah would have...

Sin. Slay. Swift.
Schemes of a Sinner’s derision, leaves me within this position,
seeming to live in the system, free and yet wishing for wisdom/
See, since religion is fitting, deemed as a prison for knowledge,
both Heathens & Christians are risen, yet forbidden to flaunt it/
So considering topics, of prophets who serve, constantly heard,
and then dropped when observed, inaudibly mocking the Word/
Shows the plot is absurd, we vie for attention, dying to mention,
Divine intervention, then show death as the Sign of redemption/
When it’s pride the intention, that just simply cries for attention,
claiming the price for Ascension’s to buy the lies and invention/
And try for repentance when sentenced, to defeat from the start,
with a need to remark on reasons we’re marked as evil at heart/
Since a feeling that’s sparked from within, off an arduous whim,
evokes the truth about Martyrs & with them the darkest of sins/
That it’s hardest to win, considering we’re conditioned for loss,
since with Religion we’re lost in existence and missing its flaws/
As admitting its cause, comes from beyond the Pillars of Heaven,
leads Man’s belief that’s it’s a privilege to be Killed as a Legend/
If it’s been mentioned, as men, cuz we seem to search for a truth,
instead of a mixture of scripture that show His word as the proof/
Cause it's known from the clues, that the passionI've lived for is over,
in that I do my duty not for love, but from my respect as a soldier/

Yeah....holla at me with any thoughts...just some shit on my mind I had to release on a page...
Peace.

[Lindel]

THE PRINCE OF EGYPT

INcoherent as thieves in the night -- shinning bright
ALABASTER STONE THE CHROME THIEF AZONE THIEF
I am moses -- baby first born were slaughtered with the serpent
THE SERPENT OF EDEN -- ascursed as demon
I am nothing but bone and flesh -- mahagony wood
SOLEMN AND GOOD -- the hook of what could
I play with snakes and serpents in the area of slaves
DARE YOU TO BE BRAVE when the pharoah has waved
I am the secod coming of christ -- not RAMSES
DAM THIEF -- I come from the sphinx shattered nose
BATTLE PROSE AD LIHGTING -- ENTICIG
Battlig demi-gods and ghosts -- battling goes
I am the night/knight in shinning armor -- battling karma
BATTLING STRONGER -- cattle and armor
I am the ECHELON THIEF -- ESSENCE STRONG SERENE
THE BATTLE DRAGON KILLING SERPENTS IN THE DESSERT --
I am ORGAIZED KONFUSION -- MORTIFIED ILLUSION --
I AM THE DENSE GOD -- INTENSE FOG
FOR WHO AM I but -- MOSES THE PRINCE OF EGYPT
A HEBREW GOD!?? SEA THROUGH FOG
I MURDERED RAMSES WITH FIRE AND BRIMESTOE!?? WATER
WATER WILL SLAUGHTER THE BLACK BOOK OF AQUA..

[Lindel]

I'm Heaven's born, I'm the serpent lord from the German horn
Burning accord's of burning horns; I'll 'kill you' and you'll learn you're born..
I'm the perfect sword; I'm the serpent dragon from the wind dragon
I killed ten daggers, and killed ten dragons with ten daggers
I'm the wind dragon; I killed Chinese diplomats and aristocrats
I'm the Siamese twin from the lightning wind; I'm 'burning sea' like Iscariots
I'm the heaven's born wind dragon of RA: I'm the heaven's born dragon
I'm the anguish of ten dragons; I killed you with ten daggers
I'm the ten daggers of RA; I killed Chinese diplomats and aristocrats
I'm the wind dragon of RA; I killed a demon with a obelisk
I'm the demon swordsman; I killed accord's of anguish scorn
I'm the dragon horns; I 'killed sea' like Adam's thorn..

[Lindel]

I'm the salutations of a raptor rapper; rapture raptor; the essence rapper
Capture master; abracadabra; this is a communion with crucifixion; no need to 'wine/whine' you''re a peasant cracker!!
Message capture; I'm the rhetoric master; the essence! abracadabara! MASTER OF RAPPERS!
The master of candor; I am jasper and casper! Abracadabara murdered abracadabra!
I'm the blade cutter; I'm the essence of rap; the message of rap; the message of *ZAP*
I'm the message of *ZAP*; the rhetoric rapper; I'm killing 'FGR' with a RPG!!
I'm the message rapper; the message *ZAPPER*; the essence rapper; the rhetoric spitter!
The rhetoric spitter; the rhetoric spitter! FGR? *READ A BOOK* you're 'such a bitch' you're the essence of giver!
I'm the message spitter; the message of rap; the message of *ZAP* the message of *ZAP*
I'm the essence of rap; I'm the 'gene pool' the inherited gene's of *RAPTOR*!!
I'm the rhetoric spitter; the message of spitter; I conquered platoons of *PHONICS*
I'm embryonic; the tectonic plate that *CUT* the *PLACE*; I hope you're *FUCKING ERASED*!
I'm the bubonic plague; the death of masters; abracadabra!
The message of rappers; the *RHETORIC SPITTER*; I *INHERITED NINEVEH*
I conquered platoons of grasshoppers; water buffalo; and Chinese aristocrats!
I'm the Chinese diplomat; I killed *THE HEART OF A SWORD* with *SISTINE/SIXTEEN* *GLASS* #*SHOTGLASS*

[Lindel]

lying

awake. waiting for a time to escape
prideful as ever, writing letters
to our private relationship. tying the tethers
quite the endeavor, we were dying together
trying to race towards whatever we could find in our haste:
climate change, twice the rain
twice the regret .. relishing like hell in every lie we embellished
reckless as any, always shy to repent
so our cycle continues like synchronizing a swim
silent and naked. its dark outside and crickets are chirping
we hear it from the windows of our second-floor purchase
woodpanel flush with portraits.
carpet faded with years
i worked and drank and sat with you in vague insincerity
every day you spend is like donating to charity
interactions all a lesson from your cognitive therapy
pardon me. let me free.
leave me tied to a bench
its like i never left my father's house inside of my head
adolescent evermore. its wild and upsetting
how we'll never feel much older than our time as a kid,
using rhyme to repress. or is it silent expression?
either sublimation only guides me to questions -
alligator fang-snapping terrorizing the lake
or a thousand-mirror medusa on an island of snakes
copying fake, obstinate major, riding a wave
stroller rides to the grave, i'm here like bedbugs and AIDS
either accept it and let it lie in your veins
or lie in a grave full of promises we probably made
neurologic escapist. diagnostic enslaved
healing others to account for all the life that i wasted
biomatrix, stuck in transit. red-line ride, 35th
spent my life counting minutes til my life can begin
a giant in skin. mindful militia, vibrant within
when lightning struck oil and mined a diamond instead
he arrived from the dead. headlights on bright in the whip
when worlds collide we die in the wreckage. psychic ascension -
higher than prince when he was writing his hits,
trial has commenced
myelin sheath corroded, bipolar tendancies, i plead the fifth
cease and exist, briefly as this. a meaty imprinting
organizing barriers and seeking religion
secretion and sense is all we contribute. simple as pie
boil it down - your only memory is how you're designed
but
why





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[Lindel]

Pesterize this heathen; I have the better rhymes in this exorcism of legions
I have a pentagram for Jesus, I'll 'Baal out' to exercise your demons
I'm sounding humble, I'll pop you in mouth; I'm the liquid found in bubbles
This cow will buckle; I'll 'clock you in the face' with a rolex wrapped around my knuckles
I conquer battles, pop the matics aziatic; pentagrams for flaming brackets
I'm the flames of dragons; I'm so professional; in this 'match'..I'll put you in a box of matches
I'm the colossal gloss; pac and nas; box with god and fought your lost
I have a solemn drop; war with god; and you're 'more gassed' than the holocaust
I'm the deceiver; seprent snake in the grass; burning ether
Learned from Jesus; while the only time you're 'sick and hot' is when you have a fever

[Lindel]

You're an actual retard, life has progressed quite sadly
You talk way too much about Jesus for someone that needs him so badly
Serpent whispers, pentagrams poppin matics, I really just can't
When you tell a bitch you'll show her what that snake do, it's rings of fire & chants
THE HOLY HORSESHOE FULLY COURSE THROUGH PENTAGRAMS OF CHRIST
If Sin is swingin' blades they're dull as fuck cus dad has to put away the knives
The aspie so raspy, stop with the tough talk we know that you're weak
You throw hands? Ya can't pick up on social ques to even know when it's beef
Anime & shitty rap verses.. obsessions with the occult & overall not bright
You're what happens when mom doesn't let her faggot son join the alt-right

[Lindel]

I'm a bold disputer; hold the future in napalm palms; napalm drops bomb
I'm the seance of ghost ships; I'm 'SMASHING DULL BOY' like 'OLD COMPUTERS'!!
Dull boy? That's a obvious choice for oblivion; you'll change colors like chameleons!
I'm the scantallationed tongue piston; that is 'SMASHING INSECTS' and the chameleon!
I'm the shoulder piston; the oblivious oblivion from the chameleon piston
I am the piston of fulfillment; I'll turn your 'WATER TO BLOOD' Like 'KILLING A PISTON WITH A PISTON'!!
I'm the oblivion Andromeda; the armed gorilla kong from the vanilla kong
I killed millions of gorilla napalm bombs; I killed zillions of naplam bombs!!
I'm the 'WEB MASTER" the enchanted forrest caster; I'm the napalm bomb
I'm the greatest 'ARMED ASSASSIN' I conquered LATIN; When 'PIGS FLU/FEW'; I MADE 'BACON"
I'm the armed assassin; charmed molasses; I conquered SATAN/SATIN with 'ARMS AND MATICS'
BOMBING BARRACKS OF ARMED ASSASSINS; I killed 10 zillion anaconda's with the 'KARMA BLASTING'
I'm the militant chameleon; I'm the chameleon seven zillion 'ARMED ASSASSIN'
Bomb barbarians with 'ARMED MATICS' I killed 10 zillion 'PISTONS' with 'SANDSTORMS'!

[Lindel]

I'll eradicate you; blasts from a sword and Vulcan rage lacerates you
you're rapping fake dude; if you're a 'swordsman wanderer'..I'll have you wandering the astral planes as a ghost; than decapitate you
I'm Arc Angel Andrew; I blow horns; I'll burn you to a ghost on a smorgasbord
The omen lord to show accord; because I'll 'decapitate this wanderer' with his own sword
performing for lord; I have demon biblical text; as biblical plague; show my accord
brewing a storm; you may be 'the sharpest tool in the shed' but I'm 'the sharpest sword in a war'
I'm rapping with the pension; I'll grab a sword and stabbing you is endless
lavish with ascension; you're such a wack 'wordplay nerd' you were born from ILLMMACULATE CONCEPTION
I dot the skys; the swift sword from the omen accord acost the knife
shotty slice; even if you 'rapped with a chili pepper in your mouth' you couldn't be HOT WITH RHYMES
I have rain rhymes; I have cats and dogs raining down to take lives
you're a fake guy in the gray sky; ' scientists explained your birth while JESUS CHRIST EXPLAINED MINE
I'll post a doodle; defeating me? that's 'a stretch for this bitch' like a yoga poodle
the omen feudal; try to 'rob me' and I'll 'have you in a sticky situation for the bread' like a toaster strudel
I'll eradicate this dude; you're rapping fake in the lavish fate of June
stab this fake with prude; FINISH HIM! For the FINISH! I'll decapitate you...

GOOD LUCK!
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Ur not great now & won’t be in Time. These fists bring u to a stop, faker
Way these hands go to work on cogs, could have credentials as a watchmaker
U never been on track. See them clouds in the air? Wand ain’t leave a survivor
I just pull the stick before smoke start rising. that’s no steam train driver
Decapitate this clown like a horror flic. It’s spooky here u scared
All I gotta do is stand up & u fold quicker than movie theatre chairs
Crew all armed to the teeth & trust u don’t fuck with these guys
Ur wig be doin 360s. no Bob, Braided Bun or Beehive
Bros need to cover me in case someone shoot and cause a commotion
U hear a pop when ur backs being watched cos ur boyfriend helps with sun tan lotion
Is the pen mightier than the blade? Either way it makes no difference
Call my tomahawk a love letter.. It’ll connect with ur heart from really long distance
Ur girl was ur Lucky Break but I got her face down & blood getting sprayed
Have the stick to her chin while she bent over the table.. ain’t no 8ball being played
Sinacog near the end. At school no one wanted to be friends
Put the metal to ur own head resembling the tin foil hat u wear at weekends

Didn’t have much time.
Out

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Old 02-03-2013, 05:47 PM #1
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Aloe vs John Dough vs Piece Maker aka Nebs

I stab-with-intention to end lifes, Throwin jabs-usin'-tension,
Aloe finna 'hand yall a loss', ...And then 'grab-your-attention'..


Listen Dough..

You can hold tight.. Hold still ..Or even 'hold the phone',
Just know that when ya against me, You can't hold your own,
I`ll fold your bones, Your 'back-up'? It's about-to-decline,
The RBL? I`ll put you in #1 just to knock you outta your 'prime',
Your powers combined couldn't take out your tower to climb,
Ya wack as fuck, I drop more 'dope cuts' than powder-and-lines,
I`m a Prowler defined, And John?? I`ma put`em-through-hell,
John got some Dough, But it's the 'cent' of a woman you smell,
Yell, I guess you could read Dough's verse and bust the joint,
But it's like spears with-out arrow-heads, .....What's the point?
In this battle?? Doughs heardin' cattle, ..I`m raisin the steaks,
I'ma drive fear into your head and make ya' face hit the brakes,
Your unimpressive in text, It's even worse when ya spit scrub,
The fact is Johnny, ..You couldn't 'drop a single' in a strip-club,
Bitch whut? I'll smoke screens and burn ya' back wit a blunt,
Aloe gonna 'deck your face' like stereos with detachable fronts,
I`m mad with ascension, Raisin' up and makin ya' skull divide,
If come-backs were food, I`d be Damo, And eat ya' whole reply,
You get caught in the eye, I`m eye-catching with half a glance,
Every one wish him luck, Because John Doughn't have a chance..


Peace John.. Now Piece Maker who??

It's time to meet your Maker Piece, Aloe leavin ya back plowed,
We all kno me not bein' in your crew is the reason it's wack now,
Back down? Never. ..Skills? ..You just binge and run with mine,
Tons of lines, Neb's gettin' out-classed like kids in summer-time,
And as for the audio tourney, We all knew to doubt-ya-sound,
It's good you realized your wack, And defaulted out-the-rounds,
Cus we we're gettin' sick of hearin you, ..Bitch get ripped quick,
Nebs is 'different' from us Dough, ..We can 'split the difference',
Piece be 'makin cuts' and 'taken shots', But Aloe's firing faster,
He's bringin' the 'drama' too, But only cus he's an aspiring actor,
Send you spiraling backwards, When will you learn to cease??
Aloe ain't a law-abiding citizen, ..I`m quick to 'disturb the Piece',
Leave this herb deceased, Aloe's ruff, ..But a diamond despite,
Bust ya head open wit a clock and show ya the time of your life,
Quit rhymin alright? It aint your fault.. You were molded' wack,
I`ll put shots in ya when you ain't lookin', Now ya 'holdin back',
While i hold the facts, Neb's is pussy, ..I`m a beast at least,
Aloes the type to mutalate god and kill the Maker Piece by Piece..

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Aloe vs Epimetheus

Whasup fake-Aloe, No style of your own, So you fuck with others,
Your game plan against me's like birds in bed-sheets: Duck and cover,
The luck is over, And your on my 'balls' like you never held the rock,
Your goal is to be me, But I got the 'upper-hand' like Twelve O`clock,
Sorry knock, Record`s 'out the window', Like throwin' strikes to glass,
Get by me? Shit's like a two-lane road: You ain't got the 'right' to pass,
Light the gas, Commin' through your DSL and wreckin' your ports,
Last resort, I`ll leave you 'left in ruins' like headin' West in New York,
The best at this sport, Seventeen wins, And I doubt you`ll see more,
Whore, You need to 'stick to text' like playin' hockey with key-boards,
I`m C-4 that`ll leave you blown and strung out like I played guitar,
It's hard, You could lift a liquor cabnit and still wouldn't 'raise the
bar',
You got a big-ass hill to climb, And I already burned the summit,
I`ma shove a steering-column in your gut just to 'turn your stomach',
Learn to love-it, Ya' walkin' a fine line when I hold you over swords,
I`m gonna toss you across 'Rapmusic' just to throw you 'over-board',
What you bring to the table doesn't matter, I`m already dishing hell,
Ya' got nothin but bad luck, Start throwin' change and 'whishing well',
Rip your cells and swallow ya' pride, I`ll spit at the drop of a tounge,
Crack open ya' breast-plate and put a scream at the top of your lungs..


You hopin to get out alive? You best have some lucky last wishes,
With mad disses, You on a roll? Naw, ..Your just fuckin' fat bitches,
Yeah dog, ..You got nice text-lines but their never heard to a beat,
I`ll kill your name on the corner to make you the 'word on the street',
Your in a bad situation, One that can't be handled with-out priests,
'Play it safe'? I`ll rip out ya' tounge and hand you your 'mouth-piece',
You already got beat, But lets finish this shit on a crazy end-note,
You`ll never have my number, But i`ll still 'pin' you, Like an atm code,
Dead froze, Thought you'd win, Sorry Epi, Ya plan's flew to hell,
I`m extendin' my index finger and thumb, ..Let me 'hand' you the L..

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Aloe vs Storm Chamber

...tick, tick, tick..

Let me step in droppin' dimes and kill this money-hungry hoe,
I`ma beat you so bad, You`ll be known as 'Sunny Cubby-Hole',
>From day one you wanted to be Aloe, ..Even got a 'rent-a-me',
You can forget your brother, Cause I`m now your 'Worst Enemy',
You`ll never be as nice as me, Listen up, I`m sayin' it clear,
I`ma use the side of your head for a 'pick', Just to 'play it by ear',
And make it sincere, Ya' lose, Whats there to wonder about?
It's like ya' tounges out of shape the way ya' 'runnin' ya mouth',
I get under the doubts and leave you dead in a bloody grove,
Your 'on my balls' like I was Barry & you were in McCovey Cove,
Ya' ugly hoe, Your gonna lose, It's just knowin how to cope,
No hope, Like porn-star's gettin' head, I`m 'goin' for your throat',
Know that you got broke, Your shit's nothin but boring, Right?
This weeks winners list`s like a sunny day, Not a 'storm' in sight,
Dyke, When I rhyme.. I punch 'brakes' and kick the throttle,
Shit is awful, You couldn't flow 'punches' if you 'hit' the bottle,
Step into action, Your Rep? ...It just got torn to fractions,
Shit hits hard, Why ya' think the 'eye of the storm' is blackened?
You claim to be a Storm Chamber, But ya' thunderin' never,
Knocked off of his feet, Now Storms feelin 'under the weather'..


..i ain't even got personal yet!

Damn, It's like your trying to BE me, Every punch or statment,
My format is one thing, But your even taken my 'punctuation`s'!
I understand if this is your life, You get submerged in the act,
But why are you walkin' around with an RBL shirt on ya back?
Worthless in fact, Goin' to school sportin' an RMC back pack,
2 pockets, And a 'Janitor' key-chain attatched to it's black straps,
Wack ass, You couldn't win doin' Entrap any number of favors,
I may of just emptied my clip, ..But I still left one in the 'chamber'..

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Aloe/dreX vs Fracture

Can this cat fuck wit me? Nope, I smack duck emcees..
Fracture's just a sprain...not all that he's cracked up to be..
You're wacked up to me, ..ya works just worsen, in fact..
When you don't have personals, ya fuckin verses are trash..
So expect to lose, enter the ring 'n you'll be walkin out unstable..
dreX is endin Virgin Records 'n I ain't talkin bout the label..
dreX'll split ya wig, and leave you with a hairline.. fracture..
Lets take a little drive, cause this kid'll die.. at fast speeds..
I'm known to stop runs quicker.. than finish lines, at track meets..
I'm rippin ya text mayne, fuck you bitches with "net fame"..
Fracture is only in the spotlight, when he's gettin an X-Ray..
I'm a text villian, so feel this, whenever we battle, your out..
told fracture to brace himself, & he casted.. a shadow of doubt..
This battle is a rout, yall think Frac's exciting? pff, not at all..
Think, your blood resembles ink, ..and the writings on the wall..
Fighting in this brawl? pshh, ya name? you an ache at best..
The fakest yet, named Fracture, but can't even break a sweat..
w/hands at ya throat, ya necks gripped, ..constricted in fact..
Kid named himself Fracture, ..cus moms was additcted to crack..
Rip a slit in ya back, ..Frac? no question whos the wack one..
I'll divide ya skull till ya offa the site, ..leave ya Frac-shuned..
Get what it takes, it's time to dump this fuckin bitch in a lake..
dreX'll drive Fracture crazy, ..just to start hittin the 'break'..
Ya spittin is fake, and ya verse got kids droppin in laughter..
Bastard, ..dreX be like cast's, ..always on top of the Fracture..

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Aloe vs Soulstice

Take a deep breath.. It`ll be ya last..

Slow ya roll to a stroll, It`s time my rhymes took a toll on ya goal,
This ain't a basketball film, But i`ma still put "Soul in the Hole",
I control the whole role ya condone, ..And spit like a rifle,
I`m punchin you - 'period', ..S.o.u.l. just got hit for the 'cycle',
It`s good that you get with the times, Too bad yours is out now,
I`d serve you in audio, And here ya even herbed with-out sound,
My words can rout rounds, Ya losin and it`s disappointin you,
I got a 'sharp eye' Soul, ..I`ma stab you with my 'point of view',
Then break a joint or two, Step up and i`ll leave ya role hurtin,
I`ma kid-nap your heart, And leave the rest of you 'Soul searchin',
Listen, Don't blame me for the disses, I`m just a sender of fact,
Think back to the last time you beat off and "remember ya wack",
Never attack kids you can't beat, You should know the phrase,
Rockin a For-BI`s shirt, Even you said ya name goes both ways,
You better than I ? I`m already in your head, So know the deal,
'Every Little Thing I Do is on your mind', ..So is Soul 4 Real??
I`ll pull your card and then 'deck' you, You ain't supposed to win,
Hit ya wit a full house, After-all you are named after an Olsen twin,
..And you STILL don't know any "DJ`s", ..I`m whole in control,
This battles like my old pair of Nikes, I`m puttin holes in the 'sole'..

Need to catch your breath?? ..Too bad..

Let`s speak on your pic Soul, Please tell us what happened,
I dunno what the fuck ya doin, But no one can 'picture you rappin',
The shit that your yappin? Quit it! ..Or end ya life with slug`s,
Frontin' like your rhymin to someone, Too bad the mic's unplugged,
Why you the only one at ya show? You spit? God it`s doubtful,
Thats why your suckin' on the mic like a dick and got a mouthfull,
Your out fool, But thats some shit you should already know tho',
You can't "reach"expectations, Guess thats why your cruisin 'solo',
Even your hoe knows, ..Who`ll you`ll notice i`ve been with,
I`m like make-up when fuckin her, I blow and both of her lipstick,
She`s holdin my dick with both hands, And i`m dousin her lace,
I got her lip-locked, And I ain't talkin about the mouth on her face,
Dropped her blouse to her waist, Then i started casin' her ass,
It`s like my dick was an almanac, The way she was 'facin the facts',
But i`m racin off track, Your wack, And heads know it`s true,
You got an FBI shirt on because the crowd is FED up with you,
Your fuckin through, Lemme tell you about the show your at,
Even with the black 'n white pic i can see your clothes dont match,
I`m steps ahead, I kill kids you even think your gonna roll with,
Sonnin' you so bad that kids are gonna say i 'Summered Soulstice',
By a whole i`m liver, ..I`m 'taken swings' like I stole the 'driver',
This battle just turned into a wasteland, And i`m the Soul-survivor

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Aloe vs Rudge 1

You couldn`t serve Aloe if you were a bottle of lotion,
Thanx for goin ez on me voters, Blade shoulda been chosen,
Rudge, You ain`t got shit on me like I sewed your bowels up,
Play like you don`t belive in oral sex and keep your mouth shut,
Beliving in Rudge is an empty faith, I hollowed the cross,
You better start chewin ya L`s so you can swallow the loss,
Rudge talk`s shit, But can he back it? Why`s he scared up?
Talk is cheap 1, Barbers give it away free with haircuts,
With him, After all is said and done, More is said than done,
And like a rigged church raffle your chances are next to nun,
Out loud your styles less audible than common Latin`s used,
I got my ticket to Louisiana just so I could start Battin` Rudge,
Suicide, My goal here is to make you take your life-n-hate it,
People don`t get your shit dog, That`s why you hyphenate-it,
This match was over before it started, So why make it infinate?
Ya rhymes are unspittable like being a dehydrated impotent,
Ya shook on my flow, So at least that makes one of us with it,
Get your win-streak 'snapped' like kids runnin` with rickets,
Rudge is gettin 'took-out' like 'context' or tissue with tumors,
Kid heard the news he was gonna lose and wished it was rumor,
Had flash-backs of the Agg battle, Where he bitched to get votes,
You see? This kids whole styles is based on gimmicks and hopes,
You don`t have any flow, Your aint an emcee, So why act like it?
Ya chance of winning is slimmer than a Somalian on a crack diet!
Is it just me? Or is this kid`s name more than fuckin` confusin?
You better hop to second place 1, Don`t jump to conclusion`s,
Half your lines are oxy-moron`s like violence with wellness,
Your shit doesn`t make sence like Kamakaze pilots with helmets,
You`ll never win, Like a lazy Slovak you never earn your Czech,
Battling me`s got you twitching in accidents, A nervous wreck,
This kid`s like fellatio with a minor, Rudge is getting licked early,
Aside from all, I`m winnin this battle hands down like it was 6:30...

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Aloe vs Sime

i`m already gonna win, so can i get the 'cash' advanced?
sime ain`t no comp...maybe the pro`d have half a chance..

The End Of Sime:

it ain`t vanessa williams, but i did save the best for last,
rest easy nascar fan`s, because simes the next to crash,
this win is mine, like ya screne name it`s simple, sime,
got punch-in`s on ya text and ya still couldn`t hit a line,
scared of mine? ya fumbelin change, not droppin dimes,
i`ll fracture ya skull just so i can give ya "piece of mind,"
battlin me is like ya key-board, it`s a touchy subject,
i`d play ya tape sime, but how ya bump some bunk text?
sorry to trouble you, but i`m commin to snatch ya "w,"
you can see i got this win, but i was already double you,
once i`ve beaten ya sime, please don`t pull a defc0n,
me winning is a shoe-in, plus the reason u get stept on,
i`m severin sime, cant win just typin letters that rhyme,
like a second-hand witness he`ll never be better than eye,
jus gimme the 50 black, simes already weak and bashed,
he may have beaten the pro, but he`ll never see the cash.
corny? yes..witty? maybe..but `ya never been clever,
beat aloe? ya shouldn`t have got past mephi-whatever,
ya bracket? i still can`t believe ya made it across there,
im`a split ya wig and leave you dead in the cross-hair`s,
why am i beating u sime? i was even counted out of it,
ya rhymes are like a well-dressed accountant, counter-fit,
ya rock-bottem, but thats why ya rhymes are hard to dig,
and as for the tourney, i had you beat from the start of it,
so i get the w kid, with you theres no way of delayin this,
i threw away my pharoah cd so now simon ain`t sayin shit...

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Aloe vs 100proofMC aka The Franchise

The Proof is in the pudding..

Pudding:

Let`s rhyme - Proof`ll be ghost before i hit 6 lines,
Your only a Real-Player when i beat you in Quick-Time,
Aloe`s a cereal killer, Step up and i`ll Cap ya Crunch,
Ya FedEx-in right hands and still can`t pack a punch,
Ya win streaks Gone and your in your last 60 second`s,
The worst loss since Ç whooped your ass in the epic`s!
Known you for a while, We go back like your hair-line,
How long you worked for mtv and not got any air time?
You claim your best, Your goal in life is to reign the net,
Yo..All you do is talk shit, But that explains ya breath,
Hit Vegas and place ya bet, Your money's on me 8 to 1,
That way afterward, At least you can still claim you won,
It`s your game to run, Face me and get your lid sparked,
You talk so much shit, Even your lips have skid-marks,
You always shit-start, but never finish, you constipated?
I think your into S&M they way you`re gettin dominated,
Had enough? Your over the hill like the sun in the west,
I`d battle you in audio, Cept your too in love with the text,
He aint thugged out, I`ll leave the 'professor punched,'
So far ahead of em i`ll leave his sucsessors chrunched,
He`s less than scary..Wack, And i`m sure he knows it,
Beaten by lotion, A hundred proof, But not even potent,
Proof: After all is said and done, more is said than done,
Your win chances are like a church raffle, Next to nun,
The bets are on, No lyrics so you clone and scan mine,
Your ant-size, I`m not only a player, I own The Franchise..

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Aloe vs MixedPhyt

Your Wack..
Try and grasp the concept..No, That`s my tip your holdin,
You shook on Aloe ..So it`s Phyt you got Mixed emotions,
Only thing your rhymes are good for is to cover the fridge,
Ya loss is like currents, It`s already water under the bridge,
It`s a wonder you live, Frontin hip hop but jams to Sisqo,
Winning? Ya kno ya outa luck like women in San Fransico,
Beating Phyt is more simple than simes messanger name,
Aloe got this hoe running-back like Cory Schlesingers game,
Your whole styles a joke to me, So do your best, Clown,
Kids lines are longer than Big Puns intestines stretched out,
This kid can`t even aCompany Flow like Cannibal Ox,
Quit sendin them gay emails, Don`t ever male my inbox,
Your breaths like rotten meat in Somolia, Better not waste it,
You got flow and your ill, But only cuz your styles bay-sick,
Victory? I can taste it like taken a bite out of my win streak,
This kid sounds more Mondayne than the way we begin weeks,
Your whole existance is something I`d just love to waste,
The reason your flows choppy is cuz ya styles cut-n-paste,
With such a haste your gettin ignored like a prime-time informercial,
I hope I got my point a-cross....Like a religious Sprint comercial,
Phyts flow is horrible, And whats worse is his word play,
Right now he`s thinkin "Just Shoot Me" like 9:30 on Thursdays,
You woulda been better off defaulting, You shoulda run,
At least you don`t bitch a lot, You just write and look like one,
We could go toe-to-toe, But I don`t think ya physically phyt,
You all know what loves company, And Phyts miserys bitch,
You got excuses for ill lines like: "I just haven`t wrote it yet,"
Plus ya got ya hands-full like playin poker with a loaded deck,
Phyt, You ain`t got shit on me like I sewed your bowels up,
So play like you don`t belive in oral sex and keep your mouth shut..

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Aloe vs Edi Cimoh (from like 1997)

I`m battling Edi? i didn`t know that losers competed,
Ruthless and weeded, i won`t stop till your hurt and defeated,
Edi`s the worst in the leauge and, Aloe`s deaden` all he`s achievin`,
I`m a carnivor in this, and Edi`s traped weak and veagan,
I`m hard like solidity, beyond time like infinity,
Edi`s gettin` played like a wife in Poligamy,
I Get Open, like the ass of your momma`s wide,
Shoot ya` from behind so they call it backward homicide (edicimoh),
MY stories the only one that count`s, like narrarator view point`s,
You ain`t "smoking" me, you just a "Vera-Hater" with a few joint`s,
Rhyming, nah, you suck at that, now borrowed flows is where YOUR luck is at,
But Wu-Tang just called askin` you to give `em their RUCKAS back,
Now what the fuck is that? anything you spit i reflect,
I`m the headless horsemen and kid, you ain`t got a diamond neck,
Your hymens checked, kept in the background while i`m the focal point,
Watch me wet your local joints just to get my vocal`s moist,
Your SOFT like down feathers and wet tissue,
Aloe`s gettin` his, i`m not the one with debt issues,
Your text is misused, shouldn`t you be typin` up love articles?
Read edi`s obituary, flip the page to see Aloe in the thug chronicles,
i battle with chronic logic, forever keeping relevence on my side,
"Aloe" plus "a battle" automatically equals numeric homicide,
Euphoric pesticides caress the skies and infect your eyes,
My lecture lies in the same class as infectious insecticides,
Disect insides, and leave Edi stuck with complete demons,
You just got fucked Edi, now your stuck in the concrete semen...

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Aloe vs John Dough

Look at yourself John, ..Your grill is more than flaw worthy,
You got no eyes, 4 chins, And a case of what seems to be jaw herpes,
Jesus christ, Take a shower or somthin, Uncover your pores,
I`d say we see eye to eye, But all that fat on ya face is coverin yours,
Listen man, I beat kids asses, You like gettin your colon fingered,
I got the victory in hand, ..All u got in yours is some swollen fingers,
You can`t beat me, Not even with ebonics in your sentances,
Dog, Your name would be perfect if you put a 'boy' at the end of it,
You got a frown and a pig nose, Fuck this clown with his big dome,
Forget about rap man, ..The only thing your down with is Syndrome,
Your a fuckin Ompa Loompa with out makeup, ..Sorry Dough,
And on top of that, U lookin like a thugged out clean shaven Warrio,
How many chin`s does this kid have?? Fuck what he want`s,
Scroll up to his tourney picture, The faggots holdin up his responce,
Damn, I can`t even imagine how much u get fucked with in class,
Rockin a shirt with the number of times you`ve been fucked in the ass,
Def`s nuts, The faggot`s just dyin to see you posin, ..Queer
Speakin of Defs nuts, wasn't ur mouth full when u first started postin here?
Lord knows, You look like Butterbean, And a troll even more so,
You got a chin bigger than Jay Leno`s, ...........Whole entire torso,
I`ll put more holes in you than ya shirt has, Around every digit,
Your picture ain`t cut off, Your just one hell of a top-heavy midget,
Ya pics too easy to clown dog, Theres things we`re missin too,
Like you flippin off the camera man cus even HE was dissin you,
Don`t get down on yaself, ..I`d say keep ya head up 'n corked kid,
But to keep YOUR chin up, You`d need like fifty men and a fork lift,
Nice Falcons jersey by the way, pff lmao.. nah, i`m jokin you see,
I`ll call you Jamal, dog.. But only cus ur face is as broke as his knee,
As for all of them layers of skin, U gotta be foldin`em when u spit,
I ain`t gotta tell ya ta' take two L`s, ..Your already holdin`em in ur pic.
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Aloe Vera..

The best? I`m twice this, Undoubtedly the Prowlers nicest,
Aloe come wit enough energy to end the California power crisis,
Sick of concieted suckas with no skill, I`m pullin their health,
Gut out their insides, So now they no longer "full of themselves,"
Keepin the vibe, My styles like bile when it`s seeping inside,
Put the jaws of life on your head to say you got eaten alive,
Treat kids domes like bananna`s, 1 twist and i`m peelin back,
Must be a curious mother-fucker because i`m always killin cats,
The dopest, Ya betta play like Ford and Escape when I Focus,
Others make points with periods, I make statments with locust`s,
Leavin more backs wet up than the U S / Mexico border,
Aloes always commin in first, Even when ya use alphebetical order,
While some cats got bows to earn, I got maaad flow to burn,
My fingers aimed at the 'shift' key, Past the point of no return,
Feel the lotion, I put rims and caps on the wheel`s of motion,
Yall flows compare with deep puddles, Mine deal`s with oceans,
Leavin mortars blown with my skills only a quarter shown,
Stand blowed on intersections just to be deemed a corner-stone,
Aloes up above ability, Ya life is the cost of you not feelin me,
Beat me? I`ll put the chance in a tail-pipe and exhaust the possibility...

Kory Calico...

I spit to be free..greenhouse effects to lift from the trees
-You can bare arms, I'd rather keep a couple tricks up the sleeve
..I Pay my final respects, cuz radio's dead
Now I only bump the sick tunes that play in my head
Your talk of skills is amazing fiction to which I never paid attention
If my life is an open book, their must be some pages missin'
You'll learn to fear hell when, u peer inside my weird melon
Cuz Cali's been through more bars than any Career Felon
To sum it up, you lack charisma, got a slow poise and no voice
And Whoever birthed your style, has made me pro choice
The masses react to savagery tapped on my classics in wax
Cuz the musics breathtaking to the point of an asthma attack
Wackness is a vacuum, but I'm not gonna get pulled in
With u wanna be ballers, who'd get outshined by the bulls bench
And any cat who try to breach the deep expanse of my mind
'll end up w/ more plastic surgery than Michael and Janet combined
Turn your crew to dust, just sit their u stupid fuck
While I hunt down whoever propped you..cuz I KNOW they knew u sucked
I'll write a poem explosive, just let me zone a moment
But you such a pain in the ass, its making me homophobic…

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Posted on June 19, 2016

This fucking pugnacious pugilist. Stalking the ring like
he owns the damn place, walking with swinging grace
and moving with fluid nuance. Shaking up the world,
one combo at a time, one dishonorable decline.
Evasive — duck and curl. Tuck and hurl punches
like they’re nothing. Striking something deeper in the fabric
of our emaciated nation. We needed his madness.
We needed his graceful degradations, steeped in a tragic
figure of an unforgettable age. Shaking with rage, to
shaking with the creeping lens of sadness.
The pagan, he waits. Sold his visions to false prophets.
Sold his image to cold profits. Sold his limits to our audience.
Kept us engaged. What more can we ask for?
Our Louisville Slugger, The Greatest, one vainglorious bastard.



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Posted on March 24, 2015

Crusted corners of eyes sweeping the room,
strained by the fluorescent lights' deepening gloom.
We're fucking glowing in sadness.
Track delay, explosive reactions,
with coffee and body odor corroding the transit.
And we're bundled.
It's cold outside. We're stuck in the sweat pit.
Funneling frustrations through each thrust at the exits.
The mad scramble. It's love at first neck twist.
She wore leather boots and kept her head down as she texted.
Avoid eye contact, part of the (dys)functional checklist,
along with keeping track of belonging,
but none of us should be here. We're passing along.
Vagabonds of the moment. Glum cast of despondents.
She wore a winter hat, revealing a flash of her blond head.
Amanda. Might be her name. Looks like an Amanda.
The scrum reduces us to ticket numbers, turnstiles and bar scanners.
Book readers. Nook readers. Newspaper glancers.
With the turn of each page, no escape and no answers.
The seats are padded, yet the backs jettison any attempt at rest.
Still Amanda coils her boots under her leggings to stretch.
We're two hours late, discussing the weather but stuck inside,
refreshing devices in hopes of finding another ride.
Security points. Don't pet the dogs. Please step up and right.

"Now boarding":

Amanda, my love,

good-bye.

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Shadows of Reality

The snooze button didn't do nothing to stop this alarm.
I roll over and I'm socked really hard, nostrils are scared.
My husband's breath has unbuttoned death, it's probably SARS
or a bad, ferocious case of halitosis that's gotten to Mark.
Eyes watering leaves my vision's blurred, but widened awake.
I look at Mark, but he looks like Al Bundy's alive in his place.
Trying to shake that vision off with a smile on my face.
Imagine me as Peggy, but even that life I'd embrace.
Our children are still lying in place, snore sounds of tommy-guns blasting.
Then Devan looks at me with crooked teeth like a zombie on acid.
Acting it too, he attacks me like food; I'm bitten, struck on my breast.
He's punched in the head, the other hits me once on the leg.
A Charlie horse follows, they start throwing bottles, I use their pillows as shields.
Only eleven, but Tony and Devan will have blood spilled as they're killed.
Then Mark grabs me and spanks them badly like it's the easiest task,
but Mark's Stan, Tony's Steve and Devan's Haily dressed in drag
from American Dad. I giggle a bit while making their lunches.
I'm going crazy or something in the left side of my brain has malfunctioned.
I make these assumptions, while drinking coffee to refreshen my mind
because Family Matters, but then that massive nerd is stressed through my eyes.
Carl and Eddie Winslow with Urkle next to his side.
They're extra surprised as I laugh loudly like the devil's inside.
It's settled, I'm right. Urkle trips and of course his movement's dramatic.
The whole table falls, plates hit the wall on some, "Did I do that?" shit!
Annoyed and confused, my boys are some fools, but this pattern's insane.
Not just graphics displayed, they're matching the ways and what characters say.
They see me upset, quickly clean up the mess before I get nasty and fight,
but you take the good, you take the bad, that's the facts of my life.
Tragedy strikes with magical sights and my laughter combined
from costumes that's on my guys, Charmed witches have been supplied.
No more scratching my eyelids, but I go take the remote.
Maybe I can put them on channels for my favorite shows.
Then again I should escape all these roles taking place in my home.
I turn off the TV, I'm who's the boss in 3D, just hating the throne.
Breakfasts, lunches, dinners, work and meetings after school.
Running after two funky, hungry, jumpy asses that drool.
Having twins with savage grins, watching a sponge act a fool.
I shouldn't be surprised, they're demonized from the fun of cartoons.
Reality sucks and sometime we all need to imagine some stuff.
Cast in the sun from the creation of shadows dreamed up.
Within the darkness, there's no reflection to laugh, love and hug.
Which acts as a drug; a happiness blunt, without that we're all fucked.

Topic: Everything we see is a shadow cast by that which we do not see.

[Lindel]

Why The Caged Birdman Sings

Lonliness is an empty vessel
- because it floats better.
Without hope tethered or the sense to know whether
you could say ignorance leads a fresh batch of go-getters.
That is to say an empty home is unafraid of home wreckers.
Oppression is a vessel of friction
- unsettled condition.
One rug-burned knee touching down on the wrestlers victim.
Relentless and vicious
- a true king sleeps on the feathers of chickens...
And caged birdmen have been plucked into a steady diminish.

Anxiety is a means to oppress.
Those who have it avoid being direct.
Overworked nerves burst from the first pleas for respect
- every one after the fact keeps the body pleading for death.
Not a literal shut down, just a feeling expressed
as micro, or macro, and conceived in the flesh.
Internal turmoil makes the cold cage welcoming.
They could lock themselves in and still wont hate everything.
Interactions have a cycle of laugh, cry, rotate specimen
to create memories for a no-brained elephant.
The soul stays menacing
for better or worse, because most prey was a predator first.
The battle for survival is a bloodlust whos victory is met with a thirst.
Enough folks are cut-throat without being your own enemy,
but we're stuck with self deprecation conceding to known levity.
We're dreaming to show empathy because the feeling is so leveling
but when we open our mouth to speak; the speech is bellowed trembling.

Society riles up the anxious by nature.
Masked mouths chasing the paper -
While employers demand that we save
....conversations for later.
Silent looks are exchanged for a favor and texting is hailed as our savior.
The metaphor is simple - there's no assailant or hater

The cage is behavior.

[Lindel]

Lefty vs Beyond
Beyond


Fact: you suck. I’m making you pay ‘cause you can’t back it up.
And I’d make sure the check is good, but ^that shit was wack as fuck.
Crybaby bitch, don’t try saying shit or defend your groupies.
Most shit sways in the wind, you sway when you get wind of losing.
Senseless newbie. Alvin ain’t even shit, you’ll never be a boss again.
I mean c’mon.. at least when I beat ‘em, not EVERYONE said I lost to him.
Murder you like Costigan, I’m off the hinge and tough as The Miz.
And just an fyi, Beyonce’ lines are played in whips enough as it is.
I’m all for honoring those that passed, ‘specially who caught the lead.
And Left 4 dead 2, is the only way his game’ll get ‘em a shot at head.
Those predictions are gay as fuck, you’re no Rick James with bitches.
Faggot, the only reason you got Morris ‘cause your dick game is vicious.
My key’s divine. Yours last round was trash, no need to lie.
I swear.. if Left wing’s it, Obama’s approval ratings are at a steep decline.
Read the lines. And realize, chum. That your girl is a real wide cunt.
Your bitch is a whale of a woman who even I wouldn’t fuck Tillikum.
Your punches are hoeish, plus you’re wack and "sort’ve" rap.
Each one of yours just Peppers, mine fucking sack the Quarterback.
Guess swag and flow is "in" now. Damn, text got simple quick.
You won the title, but who the fuck wouldn’t against a Defcon nipple slip.
Get wrecked, ya’ little bitch. It’s time I expose the fronting.
If you’re in DOHpe, the name fits since they must be smoking something.
This dude is a bitch, you got beat last round and I’ma do it again.
With my drive, Leftover from the get-go like fastfood in the fridge.
I’m A-list in this tourney — your seed is laughable, newb.
You got a stronger tie to C than your battle against Gaffle could prove.
I’m baffled by you. Thinking you could beat a legend, kid.
When all that goes to show is that you’d have a loss if Resin did.
Bet I’ll win. Cried ‘cause your Legacy punchline was so newbie-esque.
Mad only people ride-in that Subaru flip are stunt drivers on movie sets.

Lefty


as soon as day's breaking, he’s pacing and stays hatin
fuck vacation this face scraping’ll make Chile look like safe haven
i’m cake chasin and clip thugs. fists that’ll split mugs
any punches Be list look more like the cast of Celebrity Fit Club
you started at Nobody’s Smiling?! wow, dude musta been smitten
sorry it died
but you’ve tried keeping it living with every punch that you’ve written
played lines is a given. read your no show verse, quit rap. a quick fact…
no matter how you dressed up that cum line, it STILL looked straight off the thrift rack
fucking kid’s whack. I haven’t lost and don’t have that event planned
it aint in the bag. those are your net fans dressing like Nets fans
don’t test Left’s hands, I REALLY had a pops in the joint
reading Beyond verses shows you’re pussy if it got to that point
and first round opponents? you still got failing scores
a fucking whole team of FlowD0cs had no shot fixing whats ailing yours
i could give a fuck where you live, i’m known for hoarding guns
i’m in the east, Bey...but your catalogue isn’t something we’d order from
for you it’s more than fun. its young boys you’d die to caress in bunks
i should tank. then it’d be Alien vs. a Predator dateline’s been tryna catch for months
you’ll be stretched in trunks. fucking LOLLLL @ your NBL record, whore
Guns clipped you AND you got hit with the Tsunami hawaii was checking for
dohpe is who im reppin for. check brackets, you werent predicted to merk
I’m rippin this jerk. It’s March, Madness should’ve written his verse
lifting his skirt. fuck your disease, I’ll blind side you with metaphors
baretta’s, 4’s….when I aim the glaucoma’s really what youre headed for
i settle scores, and there’s no way you’ll whoop marcus ass
you literally cant see me, I’d fight you just for the handicapped parking pass
your bars is trash. got no crew, start knockin on veteran’s doors
you need to Snatch lines, both he and his roommate’s are better than yours
getting severed for sure, somebody put a frozen steak on his eye
i’m afraid for this guy. even the Beyond/Lefty matchup’s based on a lie

Winner: Lefty

[Lindel]

vs. Uneek
12-29-2002
first EVER battle on b-boys yo!

if u are what u eat, everyone’s uneek.. dont be proud of that shit;
cuz I got this battle hands down, just like the crowd when u spit...

ur Uneek, dicks like to get beat; but dis pussy’s got me to kill..
why do u rap.. I’m sicker than Hitler and can Nazi your skill!
Now for the hot-seat, u ill? Well ur poetry really drops jaws..
everyone claps at ur ass; til they use a whole round of applause;
It’s the sound of a loss, the smell of defeat; all 5 senses tossed;
like Jesus u dont wanna cross; I’ll leave ya redder than Pentecost.
Ur whole cause is lost; I clock kids that front, watch ya back..
Uneek can’t tackle this quarterback; fags only close to the sack;
Those are the facts.. I’ll kick ur ass like its being fed this shoe...
I really had a Uneek problem today.. now he’s just a dead issue..

[Lindel]

Vanity Fare

Eternity is obsolete, infinity is bust
These cobbled's streets instill in me disgust
All that's left in this vicinity is dust
As I take a look around, It's killing me
Unjust duplicity? We trusted willingly
Now look at what their infantry has crushed.

I was on a search to find the inner me, that's 'Us'

At first it was the eyes, staring back through tainted lenses
A blink, a sign of life, but ultimately remaining senseless
Next were the fingers, placing all hope at their tips
Then the glorious day a song broke from the lips
The moment was bliss, but came to form a sobering cyst
Puss filled the cup of glory, it runneth over and dripped
They were our David, our Mona Lisa, our Sistine chapel
Sculpted by the hands of Gods with a pristine scalpel
We raised them as babies, our precious creations
Taught them how to live, from lectures to patience
Each man provided a tender, caring, hand that guided
And when it got itself in trouble, we would stand beside it
Enduring years of hell, from the first tears that fell
We taught them how to hear, and smell...fears to quell
However, time quickened in pace, they grew to be strong
Suitably drawn to things they knew to be wrong
It wouldn't be long, they were taught by hate - the mind of Man
Devise a plan, bide your time before you take the final stand
They learned the art of war, the lust for blood in a fight
We saw them come in the night...the ultimate, thunderous blight.

Playing God? Surely the creator can destroy
Like the days of Sod?
Though it was them who crushed our cities
And them who laid us bare
Though they betrayed our lust, our pity
It was them who made us care
Ego told us to create and advance
Learning, hoping...taking a chance

My vanity built a masterpiece, and he became free
All I can hope that maybe one day, my vanity...
...will re-create me.

[Lindel]

My head is racing, contorted from medication
A mental patient who should be forced in to segregation
Millenia old, unthwarted and never aging
You can find me in the Bible, on a horse in The Revelation
I've fought wars, mastered the force and levitation
Newton and Einstein? I'm the source of their education
I'm the past, present and future...
...the course of it never changing
Man is blind, in his hands are the sands of time
I've seen it all, from the bland to the damn sublime
I've written every movie script, directed every scene
And it wasn't even a passion, just a secondary dream
I've heard words that have never been said, stories untold
Saw the fourties unfold, put a bullet in a President's head
I broke in to a house, and shot John Lennon in bed
I was aiming for Yoko, who'da known I'd get him instead?
Never been wed, but fathered every child that's ever been bred
Wiped up each drop of blood every veteran bled
I've played with the dice of pain and demise
Stood close enough to Hitler to see the flame in his eyes
Heard the Jews pray for respite from the taste of his lies
I witnessed God's grace within the Garden of Eden
Then saw him turn his back on the starving and grieving
Noah had a few pigs, some goats, some sheep, not two of every kind
So I go to church and scoff at those who see truth in every line
I saw Poseidon pissed when his trident missed the mark
Took a trip to visit Erebus, residing in the dark
I built the Great Wall, fought with Atilla the Hun
Spit some dope rhymes that were iller than Pun
Took a voyage with Sinbad, star gazed with Copernicus
Made Marilyn Monroe's eyes glaze from a nervous kiss
I've lived a life, I've seen the world, eternity my abode
Now I sit in this room...burning inside, the curse of the silent ode
Just taking pills, thinking of how things were better then
'Nurse, he's telling lies on the the internet again!'
So I may have exaggerated...don't blame me for the shit though
Go back to the start...
....I told you I was crazy from the Get Go.