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God Of War
01-28-2013, 07:34 PM
posted on 9/9/00

Round 1:
Ichiban:

you think you a black plague
but i still think you sound vague
watch your file fade
as i let loose the lyrical tirade
you sound Billy Bob like "Sling Blade"
bulk up the defenses before i invade
too late, Plague got played
speakin of plagues, i decimate ya body with the sickness
take you out in front of crew, so they can bear the witness
i flip this like fitness and you can''t get with this
if it was a bucket and you died you couldn''t kick this
i''m complex like intellects with multiple interests
so bust back with your weak shits so we can see who''s deepest
just for reference, i''m deeper than the reasons behind ya sexual preference
bow to me in deference when i lay down these segments of defness
leavin'' you choked up, feelin coked up and broke up
this is the deadly dream from which you never woke up
makin'' you regret the day you ever spoke up
just take these lyrical blunts, home boy, and take a toke up
i just axed you with the Bounty, now let the blood soak up . . .


Plague:

Intangibility Chillin Hoe''z like Ichiban Brutality like Arctic Northwind''z/
Arc Win''z, my Icy Hi Ban frequency kill''z men like ur self Frequently wit no Peace/
Deceas''d On Atleast seveal accasion''z when im blazein/
Instantly Cave in his Helex ta Infinity, Beared no real Aggression wit Neglect for da power of his enemy/
Ichiban finishing dis battle royal wit a tire spoyal stick though his skull/
Hell''z bull ta dis Flamein Minotaur but u Miniature torward''z Arc/
so i let da Lyric''z spark so u can''t inbrake on dis battle no longer/
u no stronger dan da rest i slay''d/
got paid off line''z wit no content of wave/
but i move wit da current like water''z flow torward''z da moon/
u bit 64 line''z now meet ur Doom like sacrifices ta ritual/
no slug''z just Slang like Imperal/
no way ta catch my speed in ya visual/
spit fictional cause u false/
Ban got lost in da eye of da cross, left ya holy/
Diamond cut like a rolli, kid u owe me fo da time waste''d/
face it u couldn''t win if i gave up/
u got no ball but u plenty nut''z think''n u can try Heat/
u can try Heat and get burnt at 1 Million degree''z/
melt ya cheese style and line''z eveytime i hit da sunshine.......

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Round 2:

Ichiban:

ahem.

why is that when i drop rhymes that be incredible
MCs write back with shit that''s damn illegible?
writin'' back with the mentality of a vegetable
your mind soundin'' empty while mine''s be soundin'' extra full
throwin'' around big words like "intangibility" and "helix"
tryin'' to be hard when you a cartoon like Felix
you think you a Minotaur but you more like Pat Benetar
Minotaur only cause you spit mad bull shit
i got that prophet vision that be lettin'' me see real far
so i knew already yesterday that i was gonna rip it
could you please bring better lyrics when you try to battle me?
''cause you irritatin'' my man Nemesiz to the third degree!
that''s some freestyle shit i just flipped off of AOL instant messengah
crowd cheerin'' so loud that i bet that shit''ll deafen ya
blind ya with the brightness of my lyrical inflections
leave ya lost in my holy land without no directions
''cause i left ya when i write ya
spit hot shit and ignite ya
beat ya up and knock ya down
whenever i lyrically fight ya
got you so shook niggas think you playin'' Quake
you just met ya Doom, Heretic, so give up for ya own sake . . .


Plague:

i look''d it up and it state''d Ichiban''z Lack of skill in da Dictionary/
contrary ta pop talk i''m on top dog like skywalk/
u drop like dripn''z and in my shadow like Pimpen''z ta MJ/
u display a style kind of like dat off a horse''z ass, hard ta kick dat wack shyt off/
i interlace verb''z and interger''z ta solve da problem of verbal battle''z in numerous situation''z/
dat statement from Nem''z like get ya dick suck''d by Little Kim/
she just on ya dick, Nem probably ya bitch/
speakin of which, dis PEP bout SI how he get lite like Mike Jackson/
fucin wit da Decimal, i split u ta fraction''z just fo da satisfaction of feelin ur skull crackin between my palm''z/
u should''a been warned Prophesy of dis asswhipin and foresaw ur body cookin/
go ahead look in ya globe, know what it told?/
ya appendage''z beenin sold on da blackmarket/
if u got a L nigga spark it, cause dat da last time u''ll see some herb/
unless it from underneath in da earth, prepare fo rebirth/
take diz line''z ta ya neck like some Erk''n''Jerk/
day way i work ur hurt''z similar ta a Organ/
hitin da right Note''z ta have ya carcass scorchin/
Ic Hi but Ic die''z from da lyrical roastin/
dat shyt u boostin get crash 2gether like im toastin......

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Round 3:

Ichiban:

i dunno, son, i think you lookin'' in the wrong dictionary
my name means "number one" ''cause i''m the ill rhymin visionary
every time i peep into the future i see my own victory
every battle against me leavin MCs lost in history
you ain''t on top, kid, you down in the sewer
those rhymes from you were unpurer than manure
i be the crazy lyric doer
rhyme prophet
you still tryin'' to roll up but ya need to back up off it
''cause i got more styles than Chinese gung fu
made a noose from my lines, that''s what i used when i hung u
my verbs cause multiple stab wounds when i make my points
the language hits like ch''in na, paralyze ya joints
MCs get drowned in my stream of consciousness
callin'' ''em "officer" ''cause for sure they coppin'' this
lyrical precision
lock ya up like prison
call me lost and found ''cause i got what ya missin''
call my foes Aladdin ''cause you know they always wishin
that they never stepped to me, ''cause i''m always in top condition
change my name to Suave, ''cause i''m conditionin'' MCs
make that Head and Shoulders ''''cause i decapitate with ease
make your girl moan like Herbal Essences when i please . . .


Plague:

Damn, u wish da continuation of ur asskickin ta commence/
dis Omniscient lyrical pimp hoin ur style like slum lord''z putin u out for rent/
damn im intent''z like a 10 inch dick hitin a girl''z hip''z/
brakin ya teeth once i fucin ur lip''z for spitin dat wack shyt/
u do ur best work as a sidekick/
i''m da type of lyricist dat put da Vex in Vexation/
drop Voodo on you but no Haitian in my person/
couldn''t whip me if i was rehearsin wit Mayo/
but Ayo i cut ya like James William wit a Eggo/
ya name can mean One but im 1st like Zero/
nigga''z call me Nero day way i burn ya down/
Cousteau coundn''t measure my depth or sound/
trust kid, try and watch panic and drown/
turn ya ta a nice Burial mound/
drivin Mrs. Daisy above da ground/
call ur self Daniel, but u a false Prophet on da ramble/
u do better if u toke a Puffy sample/
like a Loin vs a jackal/
i smack u so hard it''ll feel like a Refrigerator Perry tackle/
grapple ur neck twist it like a snapple capsule, and atomically drop on ur Adam''z Apple/
actual thought''z of defeatin me is just too hard ta handle.......