Does anyone have links or saved verses of old longbar battles that were considered dope?

[Sinacog]

I'm killing every OPPONENET with sword components and lords of grasshoppers with GASSED BONKERS and trash loggers; I'm open with more swords than ''cutting a sword OPEN'' propane cocaine dealer like LORD POTENCE; killed biggie smalls with big pun for being too '''TALL'' when their fat/phat so they BLUDGEONED with a ''GAT' to the back like RATI TAT TAT;; I'm carnivorous carbine; MOSH PITT MOSS PITT doctor with rhymes out the ass like ''I'M THE SHIT'' split emcee's in half with a boomerang; SHOOTING STANS with gas masks and terroists heroine syringes; binges and bitches with snitches; FINDING DEAD BITCHES in ditches; I'm more calm in war than ''PEACE/PIECE'' like PEACE//PIECE'' *SIGN* somethings coming like '"WAR AND PEACE'' espically when I GRAB MY piece and end PEACE like ''PEACE'' and I eat a pIZZA PIE from the fucking sky' I'm not fucking shy' a SOCIAL BUTTERFLY that bludgoned SKIES with ember and empyrean skies; I'm the demon of the church;; the semon in your jerk'' the beaming in your work; I'm killing cocaine dealers; propane dealers; seers jerk off to my face; like I'm a fucking disgrace' i ate MC's with third degree burns form the PURGERY; I HURT EMCEE's; burn emcee's to the third degree!

I'd split your cabbage open, feats on your fears like it's savage season, split your voice box... As you struggle to ask me for what reason, rusty chainsaws, yeah that twister deep to server tendons clean, make that cranium leak, press the brain box and record this... flood your veins with poison, IV drip your dreams.... You Wildfires? Bitch I start infernos like a ghost riders script, penance scare you to PTSD till you quit the scene put hoes on you, they'd ask Diddy.... Play it back, I said I'd put holes in you they'd ask did he?
Did he what? lyrically dissect your pride Taxidermy your corpse— this shits sounds funeral ish like a sound bary all, emcees alike spesh biggie kila wannabee
can’t fantom such disrespect? As I raise the dead, fattest corpse ready for revenge, bring the wrath CruciFIX your fate—swing the axe, feel the aftermath Kan’t comprehend the force I yield, YE’s bipolar’s a breeze how I tornado ill....

#Slashy
Burning pigs alive like slaughter house slogan, fvck rebuttals it's over

COME/CUM test my wit' like PORNSTAR SCENES.. corn bar means.. it's time to die like APPLE PIE; no-one can beat me.. I'm the SUN.. great puns..eat suns,, depelte nones/nuns like their nothing sucking my cock.. bucking shots.. fucking bots in their description of terminator science is my samurai sword to START VIOLENCE.. ultraviolet sun skins.. i skinned stars enough for ''ASTRONOMY''' quantum physics;; optic mystic counting digits of fucking bitches;; i attack lions and tigers with ms13 guns; i killed more ''TERROISTS'' than plane crashes; I'm ''INSANE MAGGOTS'' propane scratches;; COCAINE crack kid;; with WAYNE match sticks; great happens when this MC burns MC's to the third degree'' ;; it must 10 billion degrees; and that's still not enoigh the ''FLAME ME;; I'm the cocaine sea/see;; I'm ;;crack like a plumber;; bunch of numbers eat MC'' like plummet bludgoned;; the dungeon dragon; fucking stagnant; a bunch of faggots working me in a session; till i show agression like recollection of the ninth dimension;; fight detention; nice inventions like atomic bombs from comic con and light reflections;; I'm SINACOG; i killed the architect with bubonic swords and iron lords will slashed my accord..

I be steppin to sina COG, this punk about to disappear into a FOG, this dude talkin PORN, he about to wish he wasn't BORN/BOURNE on this dude, pistol WHIP, don't TRIP 'bout to empty my CLIP into his ABDOMINAL, i'm PHENOMENAL just hear my RHYMES, have him hanging from chains like wind CHIMES, he be talking about movies and INSTANCES, he don't understand the DIFFERENCES when it comes to real LIFE and FICTION, just ask ya WIFE who i have my DICK-IN, she needs a real MAN, be kickin' yo ass like Jackie CHAN, you don't leave SCRATCHES on me, i'm cookin you dude, call me a baker because i make you in BATCHES, you best keep your door LOCKED and invest in LATCHES, i'm strong and durable like metal just call me an ELEMENT, i'm large and heavy, burying you under my feet like an ELEPHANT so now tell me who WON, i'm barely going all OUT on this ONE, this dude is a one and DONE, i'm hyped up like a mike tyson BOUT, don't talk to me about DRUGS and the HUSTLE, i be SQUASHING you under my feet like BUGS, this is a TUSSLE, so much BLOOD that i can't be WASHING it, so i'll dispose you and be DONE, buried you deep under concrete and MUD that must weigh a TONNE, so let's leave it be and i'll nip this in the BUD!

I'm EATING TARANTULAS; depleting the marksman bust; CUS' CAUSE AVALANCHES''; brandish cuts; standard dutch; I'm the ultraviolet twist; the death of syndicates with predicicate and suffix; BUST NUGGETS with magnums; bred YUM< get some EGG NOGG and it's over; I kill the microphone and opponents BUST; I'm the TRIAGULAR PRISM; bold wisdom; and ALGORITHM sound digits; pound CRICKETS AND FOUND SNIPPETS; I SHOOT SNIPER RIFLES; HYPER EYEFUL; TONGUE KISSING EFFIEL TOWERS IN THE CRUSTACEAN; BUST ASIANS WITH SLANTED SWORDS AND KNIVES: OF COURSE WE'll DIE LIKE APPLE PIE; BODEST KNIFE; come through blind with ALGORITHMS AND DISTRICT DIGITS; I bust matics; AND BREAK THE ILLMATIC DISK/DISC WITH FLOURESCENT FLOWS: BOWS AND ARROWS FOR THE IRIDESCENT GLOW; peasent's knows; I'm ENGLISH IN THE FLESH: I SPIT DEMIGOD ENGLISH THAT TURNS PIG LATIN TO BACON; I AM ASIAN AND MEXICAN AND HEBREW AND I CHEW FOOD FROM THE GET GO LIKE ''HELLO''; I AM A COMPUTER BOT; super SOUGHT; the SUPER DROP; I'm a computer radar; CHOOSING 8 BAR? CHOOSE a 16 and I'll spit 16 bullets; 16 BULLETS; 16 bullets' i am the undertaker of rhyming; bludgoned fake nerds with timing; come and taste words with rhyming; and I'LL BUST MORE MATICS THAN ILL-MATIC!..

I’m a real SICKO with the sawed off butt stock fracture skulls when I crack ya shit nd get combative..Ill kick down the door and run in his house bet this bitch’ll panic..Pistol whip his ass, and ASTHMA walks in give the bitch a blast, ain’t even see it coming- she was at a DISADVANTAGE.. and I ain’t even CATCH no feelings over that guess I’m ASYMPTOMATIC..He’s a soft bitch could never be a MEMBER OF THE MOB..Was thinking if I up sticks and a JEW'LL drop that’ll be the end of a KEBOB..I was mad how much he CAPS wanted to putta end to his FACADE…but He only CAPS when in the PRESENCE OF A GOD..I can bring the HEAT to this synagog without the FURNACE..And put a HOLE in’em too without the PERMITS. Grab the p90 up it and BLAST..
givem BIG BLOWS chopper PICK'EM UP like the number one DRAFT.. Glock BLOW out his brains make his ATTENTION SPAN THE WHOLE ROOM like he was STANDING IN FRONT OF THE CLASS.. get ANY IDEAS, n’ this BABY DRAKE’ HONESTLY NEVER MIND cuz we damn thuggn ..I’m SENDING SHOTS & TRACER ROUNDS he get a PAINT and SIP when the SHOT BLASt BRUSH'EM..This dude bouta get ATE BY 12 ain’t talking caskets talking bout his last supper.

[Sinacog]

[Headless Verseman]

I had forgotten all about this style- the boards I was on hated it (rapmusic and prowlers, and others as well lyrical assualt, urban warefare? something uw.


I think it's cool- it's definitely more relevant now, with acapella type battles where a lot of people use this kind of set up.

Phroxen was dope, i remember that. Did Metasin use a long bar? It might not be metasin who i'm thinking of. Too many old heads that i've just forgotten. Conceited dominated this long bar style much later too

On the smaller boards I really though Jayk was dope, Adonis/Ajax was dope, but even somebody like epimetheus back at rm.

So many different eras/styles/boards back in the day.

[Witty]

Oh wow how interesting!!

Please regale us with more tales from your youth!

[sral]

Originally Posted by Headless Verseman

I had forgotten all about this style- the boards I was on hated it (rapmusic and prowlers, and others as well lyrical assualt, urban warefare? something uw.


I think it's cool- it's definitely more relevant now, with acapella type battles where a lot of people use this kind of set up.

Phroxen was dope, i remember that. Did Metasin use a long bar? It might not be metasin who i'm thinking of. Too many old heads that i've just forgotten. Conceited dominated this long bar style much later too

On the smaller boards I really though Jayk was dope, Adonis/Ajax was dope, but even somebody like epimetheus back at rm.

So many different eras/styles/boards back in the day.

LyricalWar and UrbanAuthentics*

[sral]

Conceited started out at LetsBeef.com which was a longbar website btw

Charron is from there also, he went by the name “Triple C”

[Headless Verseman]

thank god somebody remembered. Urban Authentics. that was a cool site

[Sinacog]

I'm playing with your mind; slaying the benign//
AK-47 up your spine; succulent dimes on my dice//
I kill sabertooth tigers with succulent sharp swords//
BUCK HORDES; suck whores breast milk; the blessed ELK//
I'm the nanosecond writer; brandish typer//
CANDOR RHYMER; breaking records like broken records//
I'm the maximum sentence; you're doing mininum damage//
BUSY WITH TANGENTS; the beginning of ballads//
I'm the offspring of WAR; bucking hordes//
FUCKING BORE/BOAR like HUNTING//

[Sinacog]

Uh, money skimmer with a huge grin
Pockets fat, the bouncer said I couldn't bring those jewels in. (I did)
Right through the security scanner.
Clearly standing there, with my hands up.
Said I didn't care, 'cuz I plan ta
Still kick my feet up, like terrible dancers
Yeah, I'm serious. Guerilla warfare - my gear, is bananas.
I carry it, like I carry these stanzas.
Yo, slide in like Kramer do.
Catch these hands, this the type of show you gon' pay to view.
I don't know what to say to you
Other than I'm Agnostic, so, fuck the god you are praying to.
Nigga, you should pray to me.
Crazy life, homie - C'est la vie
Hopping; riding the train, for free.
Chop the tree from the root. Only did it to save the weed.
Said I'm money-conscious, but that's what paving the way, for greed.
Cop these hands as soon as you cop an attitude...
You get that one on the house. Just don't blame me there for the shattered roof..
Let the glass come through... raining on your head
See the gash, for proof.
Then rob your ass before you can stash the loot.
After that, take the cops on a fast pursuit
Suicide By Cop, so that they have to shoot.
DON'T SHOOT ME! Keep it tight, but I - flow loosely.
Aye yo, truthfully.
When I die? They gonna bury this booth with me.
Truthfully, I'm Limitless - you're not gonna Bradley Cooper me.
British slang: I need two for tea. That's tea for two.
At the pub, drinking tea to two. The place is open from three to two.
Such a stalemate, I don't even move
You have a lot of books, mate
But what you can't do, is read the room.
And I revel in glee and doom...
If I was black, ghostwriting allegations is something that we'd assume...
Not me, but you!
So 'reel', you cut me? n' Scarface scenes begin bleeding through.
So real, surreal... uhm... siri and cereal.
Enough horsepower 'round here to lift a rabbit in a merry-go...
Horsepower round.... hare... - uh, here we go.
If you have to explain it, Celph, it ain't lyrical. (it ain't)
Well, fuck it... tell the new gen DX fans to suck it...
Lines Mos Definitely gon' cause a Rawkus

I would guess that's it, but nothing further to prove...
Carrie shit. I get angry? And the furniture, move.
For those observing with conservative views, deserve to be used
in the same way the Absurdist construes...
Living their reality by the tournament's rules...
Subjecting yourself to a fear based on what you've heard in the news...
How are you a cog in the wheel when you're turning the screws?
I'm not surprised.... natural doctrine
Modern philosophies, prophesized.
Can't get yourself out of that metaphorical cage you were boxed inside...
Watch the rise of attention span dissipation
Like a Thanos snap to every progressive step that is lost, to time.
Guess now I'm crossing lines...don't want to hear it, do you...
Wondering why they call it "the machine'.... 'cause it is here, to 'screw' you...
Blah... classless... rolling my eyes... my mask is slipping
But to no one's surprise, it is only to expose the disguise...
I mean, they told you the lies... you 'could' have believed them...
But you chose to be wise...
From riding the waves, to seeing the goal, over the tides.
Cryptic texts perplexed by faux sentences... so dense that it's
meaning is denoted by its own emphasis...
So, don't mention it...snow don't hold up to this cold penmanship....
Enough control to overload senses with
Ugh... that means the brain can die from the pain that I...
- inflict with my display of lines
Doctors checking your head, n' realize there's nothing to save, inside. (Nope)
You were dead before they arrived...
How stupid could they be to see that you ain't alive?!!! (huh?)
Shiieet.... is there a life after death?
Must be greener on any side where the grass is kept...
Guess now I have to check (looks good)
Find it hard to live up to that respect
when rhymes feel like trauma-bonding from past neglect...

Every word that they repeat...
Servicing the meek....
Echo chamber strong enough to reverberate the street choir...
If you don't have the heights to make it, then reach higher...
Food for thought, dropped, and placed inside of a deep fryer.
Special linguistics through text, in an instant.
See the messages so perplexing - it's pimp shit.
Not sure why they would question it, though.
I guess it's the whole shifting blame being spread, from the globe.
See provisions to drive further at the end of the road...
Following the directions in which people were pretending to go...
Fighting the passion is a life without defending your soul
Speak truth from the onset, n' watch how your enemies, grow.
Have to be honest, it's taxing what the mental can hold...
5 minutes after the other guy dropped...
Watch me arrive, got many lines outside of my thought, that I'm shocked. (really)
Pulsate the main nerve, watch the movement sync...
High society's here - that's how they choose to drink...
It's not a snobbish endeavor, at least not how you would think...
The glass is half empty before it's taken up to the sink...
Bend reality through the browsers you use...
That's how the power ensues...
When the back and forth mantra is pulling you out of your shoes.
Watch as the journeyman travels as he scours his tools..
A wrinkle in time fades down into the sound it pursues...

Shorter than Verne Troyer and Peter Dinklage...
Suffering from a 3 feeter shrinkage.
Said that with southern slang - I don't even English.
Separated by classism, so we distinguished
Open doors like a Janitor, come see the keys that we be in-sync with
Doors open, then close on you.
What you going do?
Double Impact, got me rolling through, like the Bolo' dude.
Dragging kicks with dragon kicks - showing you the Komodo shoes...
Know the cues. Righteous with rights for this, but I don't accuse...
Niggas are shocked, they must have done blown a fuse...
Tell Lee's Estate don't fight for the money, son, let it go to Bruce...
He's a legend. Paint a mural in his honor...
Brandon died, a tragic story, like son, like father
Anyway - Aquafina, dog. The flow like water...
Be ready with the Raybans when those lights harbor...
An energy like no other, refracted hues in the crystal ball...
See him with no green, 'till you cross his path n' then piss him off.
Ugh... bow out, gracefully.
Grow to such lengths through the agency, there's no space for me
Spatially aware of the operation, so tastefully
Tell these actors to exit stage left, before they can make a 'scene'.
Said I got grays I've seen...
Follicles fall off of my face, once the razor's clean of the shaving cream
I talk about mortality like Trump does degenerate shit..
Not something you can cure professional grade medicine with
But you already know I'm staying clear... glass-box...
See the future through past thoughts...
Got the combination - I'm just hoping this latch, locks.
Otherwise it's open, for good.
If I didn't seek out my self-help, then nobody would.
Wondering why anybody with money would want to go to the hood
When being the top dog became a bad Omen, for Suge
So, it makes sense a full circle moment's appreciated...
Diddy put out the hit, n' got hit with what he initiated...
I'm not judging, nobody's hand is clean...
What's in the dark, eventually comes to light, so it can be seen.
Slowly exhale... to alleviate the emotional scale...
Participation trophies are the norm, that way? Nobody fails...
Yet, the system does... it doesn't get better, with practice...
It goes this long... we end up placing first, in the mental gymnastics..
Place last in the race for using common sense...
End up losing everything as a consequence...

Skies are getting gray...
They say life's a bitch, and then it rains...
Find yourself tight rope walking the wet terrains
Fucks with your mind to a point of causing genetic strains
Digging at your heels only for the outcome to never change
Power in the words as you say it...
So much so that you learn to obey it...
To avoiding it completely, 'cuz the term is archaic...
How does that go, you get old n' then you die someday?
Cold water washing over, I would imagine you ride the wave...
Signs of compliance may work at keeping your mind at bay
Designed to comfort you for the sleepless nights that you cried away
But rest assured, the outlook is looking good, if you rise, today.
Don't be fooled by the lies they say
Or the rules that they try dissuade..
Only use it to my dismay... heartbroken by yesterday's sorrow...
So don't be surprised if it is used as a reflex, for tomorrow.
Hit me with the "I'm tired, boss".
Worldview "Upside down", like Diana Ross.
Open doors like Kramer. You hear the creak, then I slide across.
The entire loss of my morals
is too much for my soul to subside the cost...
Walk around with this chip on my shoulder & Cheeto crumbs...
Only if I can see the sun...
Help me shine a light onto the taverns I'm leaving from...
They're not ready for the type of person that we become...
Talking down, like I am the evil one...
Wish I was, so we can justify it, to voters...
Got the same mental fortitude that's required of soldiers...
Inside of my soul looms a sleeping giant that I try to control
Or perhaps it will be funny story when I'm a bit older...
Say it again: life's a bitch, until you try to console her...
Wind up dying in the crossfire by the time that it's over
Shell casings like an entryway...
Walking on eggshells, the smell of yolk brushing, against my leg.
This murky feeling, represents a keg
About to explode. Shrapnel pieces, fly...
You either dodge it, or be at peace, to die.
Scientists prodding the public, to reach the secrets we keep, inside.
I mean, I'll happily tell you.
Perhaps then you'd know the hell that I had to excel through.
Instead of putting on this facade n' nodding your head, agreeing.
Making up contexts with attempt to search for a better meaning
You ask what's the meaning of life? What if the answer could kill?
Would you seek solace in the lie if it could enhance how you feel?
Just maybe, that's hard to reconcile.
Second wind's sputtering spurts...
This is your once in a lifetime opportunity, yet you're under rehearsed...
Looking back to the curtains for guidance, yet they're not in view...
You want to be honest, but don't know who to be honest to
I know I got vices. I tried to fight them n' failed...
And that's more brutal honesty than anything in my life has entailed...
Dark and twisted, morbid, and rough around the edges...
I even find Santa odd, 'cuz there's just something about his 'presence'...


Unfukwitable?! is fuckable like a nympho with pimples
It's simple, you couldn't ''fuck with me'' with dope flows
I'm KING ARTHUR WITH THE PEN'; what are you fukable?
Untouchable is me; while you're unfukwitable, capisce?
I'm pen' game insane! You're nothing! It's that simple!
I'm sorry i ''KICKED U IN THE SHIN' when i decided to ''kick flows''
Rip flows! You're nothing! I'm NUTTIN" on your girls face
All she wanted was *STARBUCKS* till' this *STARBUCKED*(COFFE)*COUGH FEE
Best start flows, check art flow; best? I KNOW*ME
I'll ''PUT THE SLUGS TO YOUR STOMACH'' like ESCARGO

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They’ll make Holograms of me that speak of my accomplished life
His Holograms refer to how he built his image off of Bytes.
You got weak bars, no flow, you just low rank,
& Nothing light gettin thru this substance, its Opaque.
Someone this dirty and Suite could put Brothels into business,
So Anyone who ‘Picks—E sticks’ nose candy in they Nostrils for a living
A rematch? Idk his fiend ass in the first place,
So let me Puzzle this User with an Auto.. like CAPTCHA surveys.
I’ll Louisville slugger smash you for ya stash til the cash pointed,
Take ‘Ech—O locations’ over and you’ll hear nothin but Bat noises!.
U a Snitch go watch DBZ b4 hell reaches for ya like Debura,
He’ll go from “In-Forming from an Android” to a PERFECT CELL of torture!