Ill Fated/Q-Diggy vs enigma/Alter Ego vs Riga

Saint · 10-27-2017, 04:45 AM

posted on October 19 2001 at 11:11 AM
Vernacular Swordplay

Team 1: Q-Diggy and ILL Fated

Q:

Alter has an Ego, like a fuckin' begal, Riga sucks like 1979 regals, Enigma ripped, all from all his skin pig-ma's, and Will Gates, sucks like unfilled brakes, no stoppin' this team, we sloppin' the scene, the belts, were made for ILLY & ME, all the rest of yall fake fucks, JUST DREAM, cut from the head, down to ya thin spleens, Culture VI, are you serious??!!, gettin' no respect, like OOUUN-FU-FU, in Delirious, the ap-e-tight, strikes late at night, Cannibals got beef, just didn't glaze it right, ILLY.., how the fuck, they sayin' they tight??!!, career endin' injuries, everyday when we strike, waterhead emcees, dehydratin', Culture & Canniballistics, piglets, cuz they fried like bacon, we the winners, no need for debatin', I guarantee, RIGA & his fairy team, run in wit' more punchlines, then, KOOL-AID and thin strings, and that's when, E & A. E., try to be STAR TREK's, still couldn't faze me, Illy got ya nostruls, full of ya words, cuz they AWFUL, like fishes wit' lost gills, break ya jaws, when yall rhyme, yall always breakin' HER laws, we the phatest in ya radius, & they wonder why they avadin' us, even makin' up words, has ya text lookin' lame & crushed, ya fame done bust, without the ED, they verses, has me tired & sleepy, streched ya armstrong, still couldn't reach me, emcees retarded..., they been done started, on the road to lathargic, all 4 of these men, left as pitiful rhymers, just scarred BITCHES, stuck in place like takin' pictures, fags wit' sugar in the tank, still couldn't fuck wit' the mixture, it's called emceein', not fakin' scriptures...

Illy
----
Asking Why Q & ILL, Controversial, With Names Like"The Remedy", "The Cure", "The ILL",
The Reason These Kids Get Snuffed When We Spill,
Quick To Clutch To Ya Grill, Snatch Ya Gums To Show You Out Spoken,
Got VI Duckin and Hopin, Prayin To Pulpits,
and It's Been Proven That Just To Follow The Cool Kids, Riga Quick To Run Out on Crews,
Knowing His Text Suspect and Boo'd, His Audios Sound More Like a Mouth Full Of Drool,
WillyGates Ain't Got Half of a Clue, Resemblin Hit and Runs And Only Finding The Person,
Every Round Late In Dropping His Verses,
Got Em Frustrated Like Teaching Of Cursive, To Autistic Kindergarteners,
Cannibles Stay Planted Like Gardners, Showing No Venom Like Gardens and Scales From a Gardner,
Culture VI and Cannibles Just Stuck In a Ponder, Always Asking Dumb Questions,
Why Q So Raw, and ILLY So Wreckless, Rigas Full Of Filler like Cabinets of Dentist,
Got His Mind So Wrapped In My Sentence, He Looks Like Arabs in Prison,
All Ya Hoes Swear Ya Phat, ILLY Smackin Ya Chins In, Have Riga Spamming For Votes Cause He's Defeated,
Desperated Like "My Shits Nice Please Re-Read It," Stuck In a Reason, Spammin The Thread,
Asked To Battle Men and Got Culture VI, A Bunch of Bitches Instead, Cannibles?
Like Teacher Grading Papers Just Outlined In Red When They Checked...

Team 2: eN?GMa (Me) and Alter Ego
---------------------------------

eN?GMa:

It's a tough match kids, Culture's slumped in sunk caskets~
Women, that wouldnt 'show face' before they mud masked it~
These Punks brash with the W dot, Trouble-who? Stop~
'Shit happens' when we enter, Culture drops dung on the spot~
Crushin your tops, your site proves it's not hard to find gays~
Riga's dick's like cherished cars, always 'Parked Behind Gates~
I pounded Phair and Bodeg, your kin faltered in handling me~
So if you step, I'm breaking more limbs off the family tree~
Culture's provin Spaniard plees, darting off of my turf~
that if you run far enough, you WILL fall of the Earth~
Shit! My mic presence has your 'skin crawling' up shirts~
Take my dick to both craniums, just to crash from behind~
Leavin images of the 'Crown', stuck in the back of your minds'~
Stringent like Continental chairmen to belittle both staffs~
Treat your body's like 50/50 pay offs, splittin figures in half~

Alter:

Fated & Q, both sore, they slump when they move in
Just for amusement, I drop a Hunch why youre losing
Yall both torpid, cant even Jump to conclusions!
Ya sound Gay, so everyone makes Fun of ya music!
Earn thumps where ya boob is, get it Off ya chess!
Yall the softest set, Just some Tongues Wasting phlegm
Jobs at perfume plants, only way yall Making scents!!
I break ya when, SWORDZ approach to Chop ya face
ILLY seeing us? That slob cant even Watch his weight!
I rock with ways, making sure yall Next to retreat
Fated so fucking slow, he couldnt Catch a disease!
Boxed in, As my toxins dropped in to Sever and Peel
Locked in, got Qs frame, twisted up as a Skeleton key!
Cleverly, these method of torments, exhort with caution
Pay me no mind! Whatev, I got 4 heads I will auction!
Dissect Q, Fated, Riga and Bates then bury their Corpses
One Rose from the Dead ~ tskI left em to rest in a garden!

Team 3: RiGa and Will Gates (no show)
-------------------------------------

Riga:

No more frolickin kids,
Yall facin a man that puts his all in his spits/
And in 32 lines,
Tha Red Eyed Demon Heathen will demolish ya clicks/
Fated .. no more hollerin bitch,
About how youre polished and shit/
You the type to cry war,
But the last rascal to ball up his fist/
Qs a playa, even his collar is flipped?,
Ill punch holes in his body .. then crawl up in it/
Exposin tha bitch in him,
Like when he was punked when he called up his miss/
Rigas better than all of you dicks,
And Im maulin you clits/
And who is Enigma?
So unknown, its no wonder hes stallin wit scripts/
Shit .. even Alter gets dissed,
Speak outta turn and Im lockin ya lips/
Cuz when I asked about ya tourney chances,
You were coppin tha fifth/
I have to laugh,
At Fateds ego .. even when he speaks hes passin gas/
This cousin of mine is in VI,
The difference between us is that I didnt have to ask!!/
Were related .. but dont smile tha same,
Ive beat Q so much .. he knows about tha reign/
Yalls squads so pathetic,
You went thru tha whole Tournament without a name?!/
Give it up Nigma .. your grammars played,
While Alter couldnt radiate wit gamma rays/
Yall tha type to wear baggy pants,
And claim you takin it back to them Hammer days/
Who is he?,
Like ya dont know .. tha man who grabs MICs and put em thru sissies/
Yall so important,
Gates is doin nuffin .. but still he claims hes too busy!!!/
Four against one, and tha odds are fair,
Even ya dickridas start tah stare/
Cuz all of yall lyrics go at tha cheapest rate,
Like this is an auctioned fare/
So its wise not to even start,
This teamll leave yall lost when heavin darts/
Cannibals?
Yall Wrap Sheets show youve never Robbed or Thieved a Bar/
Fah sho .. yall drop when heathens spar,
And only unpleasant when ya cough is reekin tart/
ILLY plays Cupid .. jocks in Pinkish Garbs,
But arrows miss .. and he caught a Seepin Heart/
This frightens Q, to the point he stops Depletin Art,
Diggys names botched .. receivin larks/
And Alters Offense is so lame,
Wouldnt know Hard Times, if his Watch was Steeped in Starch/
Im the reason the so call Dread grieve at night,
For Nigma, Skills are like Bread .. Knead em Twice/
Cuz ya Punches miss,
Wouldnt Stick To My Ribs if they were Red Beans and Rice/
VI, The Most Prevalents, who?,
No doubt about it .. yall were destined to lose/
Yall were close to a W,
So I took it upon myself and commenced to X-ing ya crews/
Leave yall weepin wit welts,
Dont worry, youll die like Champs .. grievin them belts/
Ill even diss my partners Fuckin Lazy Ass,
Why? .. Cuz yall needed tha help!!/

10-27-2017, 04:45 AM	#1
Saint Scream Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 3,209 Battle Record: 63-35 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Picture Roast - Battle Royale Tournament - NBL Pic Roast - Netcees Battle League - NBL Season 11 - HoT Roast - BAL Roast - Tag Team Tourney - NBL Barcotic Cypher - SOL Pic Roast - BA Tag - XXXtentacion Roast - 1-2 LR Champ Rep Power: 22535865	Ill Fated/Q-Diggy vs Enigma/Alter Ego vs Riga posted on October 19 2001 at 11:11 AM Vernacular Swordplay Team 1: Q-Diggy and ILL Fated Q: Alter has an Ego, like a fuckin' begal, Riga sucks like 1979 regals, Enigma ripped, all from all his skin pig-ma's, and Will Gates, sucks like unfilled brakes, no stoppin' this team, we sloppin' the scene, the belts, were made for ILLY & ME, all the rest of yall fake fucks, JUST DREAM, cut from the head, down to ya thin spleens, Culture VI, are you serious??!!, gettin' no respect, like OOUUN-FU-FU, in Delirious, the ap-e-tight, strikes late at night, Cannibals got beef, just didn't glaze it right, ILLY.., how the fuck, they sayin' they tight??!!, career endin' injuries, everyday when we strike, waterhead emcees, dehydratin', Culture & Canniballistics, piglets, cuz they fried like bacon, we the winners, no need for debatin', I guarantee, RIGA & his fairy team, run in wit' more punchlines, then, KOOL-AID and thin strings, and that's when, E & A. E., try to be STAR TREK's, still couldn't faze me, Illy got ya nostruls, full of ya words, cuz they AWFUL, like fishes wit' lost gills, break ya jaws, when yall rhyme, yall always breakin' HER laws, we the phatest in ya radius, & they wonder why they avadin' us, even makin' up words, has ya text lookin' lame & crushed, ya fame done bust, without the ED, they verses, has me tired & sleepy, streched ya armstrong, still couldn't reach me, emcees retarded..., they been done started, on the road to lathargic, all 4 of these men, left as pitiful rhymers, just scarred BITCHES, stuck in place like takin' pictures, fags wit' sugar in the tank, still couldn't fuck wit' the mixture, it's called emceein', not fakin' scriptures... Illy ---- Asking Why Q & ILL, Controversial, With Names Like"The Remedy", "The Cure", "The ILL", The Reason These Kids Get Snuffed When We Spill, Quick To Clutch To Ya Grill, Snatch Ya Gums To Show You Out Spoken, Got VI Duckin and Hopin, Prayin To Pulpits, and It's Been Proven That Just To Follow The Cool Kids, Riga Quick To Run Out on Crews, Knowing His Text Suspect and Boo'd, His Audios Sound More Like a Mouth Full Of Drool, WillyGates Ain't Got Half of a Clue, Resemblin Hit and Runs And Only Finding The Person, Every Round Late In Dropping His Verses, Got Em Frustrated Like Teaching Of Cursive, To Autistic Kindergarteners, Cannibles Stay Planted Like Gardners, Showing No Venom Like Gardens and Scales From a Gardner, Culture VI and Cannibles Just Stuck In a Ponder, Always Asking Dumb Questions, Why Q So Raw, and ILLY So Wreckless, Rigas Full Of Filler like Cabinets of Dentist, Got His Mind So Wrapped In My Sentence, He Looks Like Arabs in Prison, All Ya Hoes Swear Ya Phat, ILLY Smackin Ya Chins In, Have Riga Spamming For Votes Cause He's Defeated, Desperated Like "My Shits Nice Please Re-Read It," Stuck In a Reason, Spammin The Thread, Asked To Battle Men and Got Culture VI, A Bunch of Bitches Instead, Cannibles? Like Teacher Grading Papers Just Outlined In Red When They Checked... Team 2: eN?GMa (Me) and Alter Ego --------------------------------- eN?GMa: It's a tough match kids, Culture's slumped in sunk caskets~ Women, that wouldnt 'show face' before they mud masked it~ These Punks brash with the W dot, Trouble-who? Stop~ 'Shit happens' when we enter, Culture drops dung on the spot~ Crushin your tops, your site proves it's not hard to find gays~ Riga's dick's like cherished cars, always 'Parked Behind Gates~ I pounded Phair and Bodeg, your kin faltered in handling me~ So if you step, I'm breaking more limbs off the family tree~ Culture's provin Spaniard plees, darting off of my turf~ that if you run far enough, you WILL fall of the Earth~ Shit! My mic presence has your 'skin crawling' up shirts~ Take my dick to both craniums, just to crash from behind~ Leavin images of the 'Crown', stuck in the back of your minds'~ Stringent like Continental chairmen to belittle both staffs~ Treat your body's like 50/50 pay offs, splittin figures in half~ Alter: Fated & Q, both sore, they slump when they move in Just for amusement, I drop a Hunch why youre losing Yall both torpid, cant even Jump to conclusions! Ya sound Gay, so everyone makes Fun of ya music! Earn thumps where ya boob is, get it Off ya chess! Yall the softest set, Just some Tongues Wasting phlegm Jobs at perfume plants, only way yall Making scents!! I break ya when, SWORDZ approach to Chop ya face ILLY seeing us? That slob cant even Watch his weight! I rock with ways, making sure yall Next to retreat Fated so fucking slow, he couldnt Catch a disease! Boxed in, As my toxins dropped in to Sever and Peel Locked in, got Qs frame, twisted up as a Skeleton key! Cleverly, these method of torments, exhort with caution Pay me no mind! Whatev, I got 4 heads I will auction! Dissect Q, Fated, Riga and Bates then bury their Corpses One Rose from the Dead ~ tskI left em to rest in a garden! Team 3: RiGa and Will Gates (no show) ------------------------------------- Riga: No more frolickin kids, Yall facin a man that puts his all in his spits/ And in 32 lines, Tha Red Eyed Demon Heathen will demolish ya clicks/ Fated .. no more hollerin bitch, About how youre polished and shit/ You the type to cry war, But the last rascal to ball up his fist/ Qs a playa, even his collar is flipped?, Ill punch holes in his body .. then crawl up in it/ Exposin tha bitch in him, Like when he was punked when he called up his miss/ Rigas better than all of you dicks, And Im maulin you clits/ And who is Enigma? So unknown, its no wonder hes stallin wit scripts/ Shit .. even Alter gets dissed, Speak outta turn and Im lockin ya lips/ Cuz when I asked about ya tourney chances, You were coppin tha fifth/ I have to laugh, At Fateds ego .. even when he speaks hes passin gas/ This cousin of mine is in VI, The difference between us is that I didnt have to ask!!/ Were related .. but dont smile tha same, Ive beat Q so much .. he knows about tha reign/ Yalls squads so pathetic, You went thru tha whole Tournament without a name?!/ Give it up Nigma .. your grammars played, While Alter couldnt radiate wit gamma rays/ Yall tha type to wear baggy pants, And claim you takin it back to them Hammer days/ Who is he?, Like ya dont know .. tha man who grabs MICs and put em thru sissies/ Yall so important, Gates is doin nuffin .. but still he claims hes too busy!!!/ Four against one, and tha odds are fair, Even ya dickridas start tah stare/ Cuz all of yall lyrics go at tha cheapest rate, Like this is an auctioned fare/ So its wise not to even start, This teamll leave yall lost when heavin darts/ Cannibals? Yall Wrap Sheets show youve never Robbed or Thieved a Bar/ Fah sho .. yall drop when heathens spar, And only unpleasant when ya cough is reekin tart/ ILLY plays Cupid .. jocks in Pinkish Garbs, But arrows miss .. and he caught a Seepin Heart/ This frightens Q, to the point he stops Depletin Art, Diggys names botched .. receivin larks/ And Alters Offense is so lame, Wouldnt know Hard Times, if his Watch was Steeped in Starch/ Im the reason the so call Dread grieve at night, For Nigma, Skills are like Bread .. Knead em Twice/ Cuz ya Punches miss, Wouldnt Stick To My Ribs if they were Red Beans and Rice/ VI, The Most Prevalents, who?, No doubt about it .. yall were destined to lose/ Yall were close to a W, So I took it upon myself and commenced to X-ing ya crews/ Leave yall weepin wit welts, Dont worry, youll die like Champs .. grievin them belts/ Ill even diss my partners Fuckin Lazy Ass, Why? .. Cuz yall needed tha help!!/ Last edited by Saint; 10-27-2017 at 05:45 AM.