Hella Dwella vs Cyclone

[sral]

The Lyricists Domain - Nov 29th 1999

Hell Dwella

"Fortunes Of War"
Out the RealmZ Owe Redline, to dead your ass and give the world a sign//
of my lyrical prowess, skillz hotter then "Son CLEVA," I always shine//
Striken quick, like a natrix rhombifera with lyrical venom, so deadly, it killz on contact//
Fatality, you a casualty, ready for the cemetery, as the venom begins to react//
Instantaneously, you dead permanently, devastated with this enormous lose//
I slaughter more fake emcees, more horrific, then Hitler with the holocaust//
The bible refers to me, as a lyrical deity, to set hiphop free, a revolutionary//
like "John Brown", Stand for what I believe, stayin true for all eternity//
Haunting the minds of fake emcees who fear me, the lyrical conqueror//
freestylen more gems than a Spanish Galleon, tearen up emcees like a Velociraptor//
Leaven yo "Dizzy" like "Golesbe", when I tongue twist lyrical tornadoes//
Penetraten your style like a wide pussies of 50 million, trillion loose hoez//
combined into one, On, and on, My lyricx hit ya harder than a .357 magnum//
Blowing your mind, shattering your cranium, -N- you cant even scratch my lyrical titanium//
Coming at me with pre-written shit, comparable to Dr Seus, or mother goose//
Lyircx waterdowned in sound, weak, as mine Lyrically intoxicate, 100% gin without the juice//
Strong as hell, and hard hitten like a sludge hammer swung by the mighty Thor//
Mentally drive you crazy, destroying your nerves from the core, in this lyrical war//
as you anticipate the vote count 20 - 1, you experience night terrors, in your dreams//
You getting spliced to the genes, down through the molecules, by my lyrical lazer beams//
distorting your molecular structure, twisten you, into the true form you mask//
A skunk, fake ass punk, now terrified, As I open the book of the dead, and begin to cast//
Spells to seal your fate -N- send ya to hell, finding no counterattack, cuz I am an Untouchable like Eliot ness//
Mystify like lock ness// Strategically Take ya out like we waz playing chess//
Shooting lyrical bullets out tha mouth, So sharp they pierce through any bullet proof vest//
Fake emcees got no protection, from my skillz, I droppen em left, -N- right, like a addict does pills//
Worshiped like the sun by Amenhotep III, More man than he, No man eva beaten me//
As I school you like Analects Of Confucius, Did to Tzu Kung, with knowledge and wisdom//
Set forth greater Dynasties than those of Ch`in, hang, Shang, tang, My force cant be overcome//
As forces proclaimed by Ahuramazda clash, Light vanquishes the dark, like Chandragupta//
Maurya I unify the turf of a hiphop nation, In this saga similar to tha tale of Sinuche//
As you leave in exile, from defeat by a natural disaster, ignorant to epicureanism//
Not knowing truth, honor, and skillz, living false, not knowing any form of realism//
So I strike you with Catastophism, and Disasterism, more complex in design than chenonceaux//
Using Metaphor more symbolic than linear B, laughin at your freestyles, more humorous than jokes//
Written by Aristophanes, or Menader, your inspiration must be George burns//
Tha nine muses be mine, burning your ass down to the ground like a forest of ferns//
Quick, steadily, speedily, in 9.0 seconds, catharsis, as I continue with the attack//
Showing no mercy, or sympathy, for you, doing more shit than a nigga on exslacks//
So I grab ya granny, and curve job her jaw, then make you eat her raw//
Then take ya moms and fuck her up the ass lyrically with a broom stick//
Cuz the bitch iz loving me off so damn much, she wont get off my dick//
She has a son who cant spit out a dope word, and she want a true lyricist//
That just dont give a fuck, who anybody be, I still take em out 1, 2, 3, hit with a iron fist//
Plated in gold, turning fake emcees ice cold, frozen stiff by lyrical Nitro//
Then these fake emcees shatter, with one blow delivered by a emcee whos truly phatter//
Everytime I grasp a mic, The spirit within my soul, and set off a dope ass flow//
Quote the theology from St. Thomas Aquinas, "Hell Dwella is truly dominus"//
Now fuck off, you've been beat, who be the next opponent to experience defeat//

"REDLINE CLICK: HELL DWELLA: Copy write 1997"
Cyclone

I rock mics/ to excite/ beams over satellites/
dynamite/ styles/ sharper than stalactites/
Rhyme fights/ testin'/ reflectin'/ the lyricist election/
Cyclones rap collection/ the number one selection/
I blow spots/ like mariots and yahts/ glocs pop/
to rule this complicated world of hip-hop/
No rap flaws/ break all your glass jaws/
my lyrics cause/ the truest nigg@s to applause/
A verbal assault/ as lyrics hit the asphault/
styles are caught/ whos at fault/ visious like a hawk/
Rap lessons is taught/
Domination/ of your nation/ one man penetration/
a f-cked up situation/ Cyclones who youre facin'/ a criminal complication/
Whatever your holdin'/ I leave your mind swollen/ dangerous emotion/
rhymes infectin' your colon/ This rap messenger was chosen/
I get in arteries and veins/ nigg@s cant maintain/ they goin' insane/
a rottin' brain/ my position still remains/
to be the best/ f-ck the rest/ leave my logo on your chest/
confess/ god bless/ lay MC's to there rest/
It must have been a mistake/ the earth quaked/ backs break/
f-ck fakes and jakes/ given nigg@s headaches/
High rate/ gramma/ damage any challenger, Im a rap veteran and your a muthaf-ckin amateur/
A lyrical proffesional/ congressional/ host a rap festival/ rhyme collectable/
unselectable/ but acceptable/ styles is wettin' you/
Drop rhymes/ blow ya mind/ genuine like fike wine/ PEACE, until next time...

One Love, 97.. Keep it REAL, Cyclone.. Peace!!

[Meth]

Where are these from? @sraL

[Knux]

RC

rappingclitorus.net

[sral]

Found an old link to a few diff boards with these archived.

Probably the earliest remaining text battles to be found online.

Tried to grab them and re-post here in the hope of saving them!

[Saint]

I have entire blunts archive from 97-01... strictly topicals and flex pieces from all over at the time if you want it.

Have Thalandz archive dating atleast 97 or so too..

[sral]

Please post.

Enfant da Terrible verses need preserving!

[Saint]

Divided by year. Lots of E the Terrible verses in 99-00

http://web.archive.org/web/200112240...es&page=lyrics

[Ghost1]

That shit was awful lol. Some pieces r best forgotten.

[sral]

lmao theyre mostly terrible keystyles

but i just love the history of this shit

to know that somewhere, in the many site crashes and hacked boards and played concepts/ faceless usernames - these relics of text past have survived for close to 20 years on the interwebz

i kinda feel obligated to protect them in some way

THIS IS HISTORY