Final 4: Jugga

[trap.]

Battle: ~JUGGA~ vs Juggakn
Round: 1
Winner: ~JUGGA~
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~JUGGA~

"WHAT'S MY NAME, BITCH!?"

[~JUGGÅ~]

Who's the real JuGGaNauT? Easy resolution-
I'll begin your execution with a dip in solid toxic pollution
Rip ya face off-like Nicolas Cage-ridiculous rage
Put ya corpse in an inconspicuous grave
Never heard of you-but I'll murder you-no problem
Fuck you raw-with no condom-the result: my flow bombed him
Trying to be a synonym-but winnin' in this tournament
Is impossible-but permanent disability is probable
Put you in the hospital-change the name on the clipboard
From "juggakn" to "jerk"-then pull ya plug like a ripcord
You'll get floored-again and again-like meeting motions
I would suggest that you practice swift retreating motions
Ya styles so dry-to moisten it depletes the ocean
Even if I gutted you-you couldn't get completely open
Were you hopin' you'd never run into me? Too bad!
Cuz now to win-you'll have to trace my IP-and empty guns into me
And shoot somethin' through me-you don't mean nothin' to me I'll
lay you flat like the cheeks on a white woman's booty
Beat me?-fat chance-better change ya rap stance
Fuck requests-I shot the deejay during your last dance
I'm advanced-I've never even seen you post shit
One swift pass with the guillotine-your throat's split
You spoke wit confidence to all those dopes who you smoke wit
But you woke wit ya dick in ya mouth-I hope you choke bitch
You a joke bitch-I know they been tellin' you stories
About the gory deaths I bring emcees in my territory
You wanted glory-but you could never shoot my game up
I'm on fire like NBA Jams when they cause hoops to flame up
I must be ya idol-cuz you tried to scoop the name up
Now when you pick ya face up you can also scoop ya brain up
There's only one JuGGaNauT-all others are duplicates
Kill that stupidness-or experience dental toothlessness
Rhyme ruthlessness-I leave muthafuckas injured
So when you at the morgue-be sure and tell 'em ~JUGGÅ~ sent ya...


My name...my game...ThE YeaR oF ThA JuGGaNauT....

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Juggakn

DEFAULT!!!!

[trap.]

Battle: ~JUGGA~ vs Cynical
Round: 2
Winner: ~JUGGA~
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~JUGGA~

"CRAZY IVAN: When Friends TURN on You..."

As much as I like Cynical...I'll be forced to strike Cynical
Puncture his right ventricle with these airtight lyricals
Killacain was no opposition-now face the JuGGaNauT
Fear is your only muse!-erase your other thoughts
I've been taught the heimlich-meaning: I could revive you
When that mic's stuck in ya windpipe-you tell me: would survival
Be fitting for a rival-who's normally a friend?
You can't afford to see me when-piss is absorbed in ya Depends
I'd hate to see you wet ya trousers-too late! he peed a gallon
Well to accompany that-I'll make you bleed a gallon!
As for Intravenous food?-you're gonna need a gallon!
Fed to ya!-with that head tumor-you won't get out the bed junior
Cuz when ya hit the cold floor-I'm bustin' verbal lead through ya!
Start the cold war-flows so nasty: they give me cold sores!
I told scores of emcees not to test...not to flex...
But now 63 emcees must get chopped to death
~JUGGÅ~ stop ya breath...Cyn: you just statistical data-
Spittin' whimsical chatter which in the end it don't matter
I'm whippin' up some Cynical batter-maybe I'll bake a cake wit you
Or go down to the lake wit you-and attach some weights to you!
Without ya partner-you don't have the INTELLEKT to match up
You'd have to open 20 email accounts on the internet to catch up!
That way you can fake the voting-fake the quoting...but still
When you turn blue we'll know you didn't fake the choking!
I know you did nada provoking this verbal raping-but sime
Put you in the casket-effective the day he put you in my bracket
My tactics...fuck the next round-I'm wreckin' all out
Gut Cynical like Drew in SCREAM till his intestines fall out
Leave him chalked out-the mic he pulled on me?-used as evidence
He never got a chance to turn it on...cuz dude was hesitant
ThA JuGGaNauT never procrastinates-~JUGGÅ~ assassinates
Then resurect Cyn-activate a live wire up in his rectum
That smarts, right? bet my scimitar sliced through ya heart might
Have you seeing more stars than no clouds on a dark night!
My bark might be loud-but the bite is even worse from me!
The only way you'd win is if you submitted my verse for me.....

ThA YeaR oF ThA JuGGaNauT...
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Cynical

In the interest of time
I drop the juggaknot
Every hour on the hour
Devour you during my incantations
Hell you couldn't hit me
If I was a Kennedy during an assination
Your whole flow
Relies on Turrizt cameos in real audio
Your braggadocio inuendoes are just a pose
And aren't worth a shit
Paying first round competition
To play for a forfeit
And only now are you undefeated
But now you are defenseless
And senseless in going solo
B/c Cynical makes Jugga's lyrics
Sound like a PM Dawn promo,
Unable to save face
Got you vanished from earth without a trace
But losses against me are common place
Got your vocal chords stretched
So you sounding like Bobcat Goldwaith
With respiratory deficiencies
Lacking the god given ability
To take me out in second rounds
As my sound resounds to incapacitate,
The voters of this match had to give you mouth to mouth
To recessitate you from humilation
Got you clinging to cliches in desperation
My vibe leaves cancerous like the carcass of Michael Landon
Sending you on Highways to Heaven, making me the last mand standing
In the ATL your clique is dispanding
Or holding on to rosaries mainting to be spiritual
I hope your peeps are religios cuz it's going to acquire a miracle
Fro you to leave the victor unscathed
In cipher sessions I play like Jim Jones
Instead of passing you the mic, I gave you Kool Aid

[trap.]

Battle: ~JUGGA~ vs MaDnKrAzY
Round: 3
Winner: ~JUGGA~
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MaDnKrAzY

aight yo no disrespect in this.....stay real.....................

Constantly i'm putting lyrics down on paper, rippin mics up like moon craters, u can act
like darth vader, and strike back/ Jugga is my direction, only in this tournament, behind
a computer screen is his protection/ But out on the real, the appearance would be clear
and concealed, until i'm in his mind and his fears revealed/ Could go otherway round, i
don't get really profound, or act silly like roger rabbit/ I just grab my mic, plug it in a
cause havoc/ Got more rhymes then disses towards cannabis, words automatic, don't
get ecstatic, i provoke only when its time to get tragic/ Jugganaut u hardheaded, that's
why u always running like rhino/ U seeign me again is like whites seeing black albino's/
I'll drop my piece and be out like a light yo/ I'm sure u have more experience on this
internet/ Probably throw a bunch of disses and puns, all for fun, but then your grill gets
lit up like a ciggerette/ Like flared nostrils, i don't wanna see that, u aint no bull, u may
drop it, from all the di*ks u pull/ I construe and instill nouns superb verbs expuled, never
dull my flaws is your choice to take a shot like brett hull/ I'll always be comin back,
twice as hard, never twice as wack, single elimination, consideration left my verbal gat
with my attitude/ But battle raps, are here to intrude, make u lost like gulliver on his
travels, not to be rude/ Like abstract ill infact, step down here so we can see eye to eye/
U might think your height makes u infamous, but actually i'm shy and can spit u out
with syphilis/ Don't get too close this ni**as tickelish, like elmo, but if you touching me
is like running through an inferno/ Play that comic book shi*t, actualy i can make todd
mcfarlane spawn out your flava and leave u shitl*ss/ Dopeless like medicated kids it
don't mix, fu*k up your system, make your brain go good riddens, don't give me the title
just give me the ribbons/ So i can tie em round your throat and hang u for the whipping
like fly fishing/ Get caught in the act, any delay, i'm going to attack, like black, al and
probz coalition/ Each revised thought, u's missing linx, like first web pages let me think,
i'm on the brink of exploding, like a timebomb, at 007 and that's not james bond/ Jugga
"not" should be your name, and u should be on the "top" of them "what if" covers cause
that's the only way u "got" a chance to be the champ like "rock"/..........."What
if....Jugganaut beat MaDnKrAzY in an all out skilled battle"......lol,peace1luv


NmE(New Millenium Emcees)
SpOkEn ExPeRtIsE
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~JUGGA~

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As ThA JuGGaNauT emerges from round two unscathed and once again
victorious...yet another mediocre opponent stands in the cipher
awaiting defeat... wreaking of false confidence...he, too, shall
lose...and lose badly...what kind of flow is that supposed to be
anyway???
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"DEATH OF A STALEMAN"


You must've forgotten ~JUGGÅ~'s rep...like you've been stained with
altzheimers
I couldn't get Mad About You-if my name was Paul Reiser
Only thing I'm MAD about is this KRAZY kid-gased by flawless wins
Against sub-par competition-punches leave you jawless grins
I could've beaten both Rodzilla and Props like slaves on Amistad
Once sime posts these-you'll check out by twelve-like Econolodge
You've done minimal-I should cut ya throat like newborn umbilicals
You come lyrical-but you use big words and only rhyme ONE syllable
You got lucky with those other guys-my style's phat-like your
mother's thighs
Though typed in black in white-you'd be black and blue-if colorized
I smother guys like you-in ya sleep-in plastic grocery bags
Put more runs in your face than fat bitches' hosery has
Ya rhymes...let's be honest: man, they're totally bad...
Not bad meaning good-but bad meaning you vocally lag
Like translations-you can't see me-like defective dalmatians
You can't mention my name-like Michael Jordan on Playstation
You movin' slow as 2Pac in that video with claymation
But you still goin' out faster than 12 year olds masterbatin'
Mad, you're hatin'-you couldn't touch me if I was YOUR
fingerprint
Have you givin' up emceein' like Catholics give up things for Lent
Plus I poisoned the search party dogs they thought traced your scent
Beat you down like landlords beat on ya door when you late with rent
Leave you with thirty-eight percent mobility below ya waist
Fuck that-leave you with zero percent mobility below ya FACE!
Spray mace in ya third eye-poke out the other two of 'em
Place candy Jawbreakers in your bleeding eyeball sockets in lieu of 'em
Wrapped ya body in alluminum foil-and microwaved that
I know it's a sin-but I haven't found where that Bible page at
I'm in a trifle stage that causes me to stifle stray cats
You pussy too...so all your future posts should be entitled "Gay Raps"
My verbal rifle aimed at-ya head with snipe precision
Fuckin' you in the ear-even though my dicks too wide to fit in
I bet ya moms asshole won't be too tight to get in
Her clit's slippin' through my fingers just like that mic you grippin'
My mission? droppin' blows on ya head like rice when people married dip
Better yet I'll drop ya casket-and the six niggas who carried it
My vocabulary hits hard like cats with .500 averages
I'm grabbin' this Mad kid and dumpin' him in sewage that's hazardous
You lack SPOKEN skills-fellatio is what your EXPERTISE is
Press releases read "~JUGGÅ~ Wrecks the East"...kid...Rest In Pieces...

ThA YeaR oF ThA JuGGaNauT....

[trap.]

Battle: ~JUGGA~ vs :ELITE MINDED:
Round: 4
Winner: ~JUGGA~
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:ELITE MINDED:

jugga- your J.eapordizing U.r G.ame G.oin A.gainst someone ELITE"
U C - you couldn't reach my level even with a mental quantum leap"
don't even peep-cuz you couldn't see me even with Jody Foster's
CONTACTS"
my brutal acts leaves niggas heartless-like kano opponents in mortal
combat"
jugga's helmet cracks-while i leave a MARK while RYPEN his scalp like an
ex-redskin"
strike his eye like a tenpin-now jugga looks like a pirate doin exorcist
headspins"
you talkin bout you gonna blow up-well amma pour a JUG of GAs and start
this mis- match"
here's the catch-no one can stop me from smokin' you- not even a
nicotine patch"
our JUGular GAp in IQ's-is seen in my real hip hop to your japanese
haikus"
TradeMark should be JUGGA SUZUKI-cuz you wanna be a sidekick-where
niggas ride you"
look a trigga is behind you-COCKED-so what do you do-you sucked it to
the last drop"
when the hiphop god handed out skills he drop some on you on his last
stop"
just because you think you can wRAP doesn't mean that your GIFTED"
the only time your style will be over my head is when your gettin
airlifted"-to the nearest hospital-
picture me advancin' while i leave you cold and behind like an ass stuck
with a popsicle"
you can say that's imposible-but in this mission i cruise thru it-cuz
i'm the topgun"
your like the PREDATOR 100 miles and runnin' while i'm ice cube with a
bopgun"
get the mop son-SWEEP and clean this J.unky U.seless G.ay G.orilla A.pe"
i heard jugga on real audio and it sounded like vanilla ice on tape"
claiming you and tourizt are evil twinz-more like two curious friends"
having doubts about their sexuality and placin penises on rectum ends"
i'll take the year of the jugga and shorten it to JUGGA"S WEEK(weak!)"
the only thing sick he spit out his mouth is the cum stuck to his teeth"
this round ELITE 1(won)- JUGGA get grounded to 0(zero) like binary
digits"
let's see who will be standin' tall when i turn a JUGGAnaut into a
midget"
i'll take all his verse and add R. E.-to put his ass in his place"
cuz frontin' on ELITE you'll find my ass in front of your face"
can't you taste the bitter taste of de(da) FEAT(feet) shoved in your
mouth"
you might had made it thru three rounds-but the fourth you get knocked
out!!!"""

all in luv........
::::::::ELITE MINDED::::::::::MOS2tha3rd"I"
::::::MPIRE (da MBRYO of thought)

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~JUGGA~

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~JÛGGÅ™~ arrives to join worthy competitors in the Elite Eight...one
over-competent opponent shows his face...~JÛGGÅ™~, being curious...
begins to crack open his skull to see just how "ELITE" this corpse’s
MIND really is....the death and destruction continues.....
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"ELITE GETS ATE UP"

To battle me's fatal like incorrect appraisals on length of bungy cables
You couldn't "Come Clean" if you sanitized ya dick and jacked off to
singles from Jeru
Leave you disabled-crippled and retarded...like you autistic
Then maybe you can crack my post codes using these puzzles I encrypted
Ask Simple Sime...the "Mercury's Rising" now that only eight remain
I'll take a strain of ya inferior DNA and recreate ya brain
Use cloned wack lyric data to approximate ya range
Now make a change in ya post before you even state ya name
Don't hate the player-hate the game...every flow you make is lame
You wouldn't be dope if you mainlined baked cocaine straight to ya veins
Consider this growing pains...in other words: "the pains will grow"
You could supply more pussy writing rhymes than ALL the dames I know!
~JÛGGÅ™~ sees the "bitch in you"...like administering catscans to chicks
on periods
After this battle authorities will call your disappearance mysterious
I'm serious...you weaker than O'Doules diluted with Evian water
You can get slaughtered like Jesus, Kennedy, King and all those martyrs
For starters...I'll begin foldin' time and space between them colons
Now your name is "::" lookin' like tetnis shots-with ya skin swollen
Next I'm throwin' you AND ya mom from the train like my name's "Owen!"
Decapitate you and stick my fingers through ya eyes and mouth like 10
frame bowlin'
"Strike"...save all the CAPS, a.c.r.o.n.y.m.s. and simple metaphors
With a name like "Elite Minded"...I think we all expected MORE!
Instead this poor kid ran out of gas..like execution chamber escapees
Played out like the "Eighties" screamin' "Save Me!...this nigga
~JÛGGÅ™~'s crazy!
Maybe...but "Lately" I've had more strange feelings than K-Ci
Or JoJo...I'm feeling like...your lyrics are "bland and so so"
Confusing...you like a homo with a wife...but she don't know
You want mo' than female company up in your dojo to blow so
I'm giving you the finger...like sime's East Coast logo!
It's best that you don't show... another default...cuz ThA JuGGaNaut
Gives you more suicidal thoughts than depressed Kamikazes
You're only Elite in ya Mind like Nazis...I sent paparazzi
To your fuckin' autopsy...to snap pictures for my scrap book
Put you and ya rap book in a big pot and watch that cook
~JÛGGÅ™~ left this cat shook...like...a pussy milkshake!
You real fake!...my skills make you look bad like overweight drunk prom
dates
I bomb flakes...who walk through my valley of the shadow of death
Like the Psalm states...find yourself napalm baked!
And microphone raped!...left ya vaginal tore and ya spinal sore
Never Mind the whore-let me say "Thanks" for easy entrance to the Final
Four...

ThA YeaR oF ThA JuGGaNauT...

[trap.]

Battle: ~JUGGA~ vs Deacon
Round: 5
Winner: ~JUGGA~
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~JUGGA~

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~JÛGGÅ(tm)~ again emerges victorious over Elitists claiming Mind over
matter...the next opponent claims divinity...however ThA JuGGaNauT never
has been the one to believe in false Gods...
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"SACRELIGION"

I said you couldn't drive-"ride shotgun"-I had to chew ya ass out
Sliding on my double barrel fuckin' yaself-I had to shoot ya ass out
Blew ya ass out-if you're the Deacon-~JÛGGÅ(tm)~'s the Anti-Christ!
Up in ya panties like I'm fuckin' you-rinse the blood with handi-wipes
Ya fam be like, "Damn he's trife!"-ya gull be like "And he's tight!"
I can't be sliced-you'll be slammed tonight if you don't pack ya Samsonite
Kryptonite don't work jerk-I sunbathe in radiation spikes
You going down faster than ValueJet aviation flights
ThA JuGGaNauT fuck you up like college graduation night
You couldn't cum phat at Weight Watcher's masturbation rites
Since ya type style is garbage-we should keep a lid on it
You flat like Jada Pinkett-Smith drinkin' soda with no fizz on it
Scalp ya dome...now you gonna need a wig on it
If you expect Life After your Death-you better hope B.I.G.'s on it
Excerpts from your best works still suck like they wet nursed
~JÛGGÅ(tm)~'s the expert who puts emcees in the dirt-you can get hurt
On network television-live studio audience tapings
Despite this raping-you couldn't see me-if we were dating
Stop hating-I'm more violent than the source for Jerry Springer ratings
Stating the obvious-'you can't penetrate my adamantium casing'
I feel like I'm facing "Ass munch!"-to quote from Butthead and Beavis
My genius is enough to split your chest in half like cleavage
Needless to say-~JÛGGÅ(tm)~ can't be touched-like red hot surfaces
My purpose is to bludgeon you till your life signs blink like my cursor is
And service kids-what you need to do is reevaluate
Cuz I amalgamate-skills and urge to kill when I assassinate
Imagine weights tied to ya legs-imagine you
Fried like an egg I'm draggin' the Deacon by the edge
Body baggin' you toe taggin' you then dumpin' ya broke
Anatomy-I hope you choke on that lump in ya throat
To battle me isn't wise at all-you don't have the size at all
I'll crush you down to pellets found in capsuled Tylenol
~JÛGGÅ(tm)~'s inclined to brawl-you're inclined to call emergency
If you were the only waitress at my favorite resturant...
There'd still be no servin' me-open head surgery should certainly
Cure that wack disease when ThA JuGGaNauT purposely
Removes ya brain tissue-and don't expect no back-up
Cuz my gat bust on all those-lame kids who-came with you
~JÛGGÅ(tm)~ maim kids who-challenge insubordinate
Locate coordinates-lay ya down-then even give ya corpse a kick....

ThA YeaR oF ThA JuGGaNauT....

On to the Finalz.....

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Deacon

:::: Deacon steps into the room, casually taking a sip from his Kiwi Strawberry Mistic.... he glances around the oddly lit room until his eyes find his next challenger... JUGGA.. he finds him and calmly walks over until he's face to face with him and smoothly starts letting the words poetically float off his tongue:::

I pray that your soul is saved, because I don't enjoy sending MCs to eternal damnation//
I heard ya specialization isn't grippin mics it's grippin dicks for masturbation//
So you'll have more time to manually stimulate yourself after I oust you from this tourney//
'cause even if I doused myself in gasoline and put a wick on my head you couldn't burn me//
My flows leave you exposed like George Michael in public restrooms//
driving you crazy, leave you straightjacketed and locked in a padded room//
Even if you were uncontested you still couldn't win//
12 years old with a curfew, night-light, and bedtime, momz still tuckin you in//
I'll leave you fried like Chicken in Kentucky or rice in woks, fart knocker//
Leave ya head spinning like CD-ROM drives or helicopter choppers//
You are like water systems in third world countries, no flow//
Mainly because your flow sucks like fellatio//
I'm like a Gracie, bro, my style's similar to jiu-jitsu, I'm able//
To force you to tap out, submission holds make you fold up like card tables//
I'll leave you WITH your WIND GONE like William Clark Gable//
Friendless like Jim Carey in that movie about THE GUY that installs CABLE//
Get rocked to sleep like I'm your babysitter, you gotta be a crazy niggah//
To fuck the Deacon, the Louisville Slug-type hitter, that'll roll upon you like a CRITTER//
Have you swallowing my shit like you got a brown shower fetish//
So salad dress my rectum and toss it like that dish made from leafy greens, raw vegetables and lettuce//
Put you in positions you couldn't get out of even if you was mcgyver//
you'll go from jacking up niggaz in cyphers to jackin ya dick in cybers//
you wouldn't be Live if you were on LARRY KING's show on CNN, tonight//
while playing that NBA game by EA SPORTS via satellite//
the only way you could back up your shit talking, brova//
is if you owned a speaking turd and walked backwards with that mothafucka//
battling you's like fist fighting an arm amputee//
me to you is like a Giant Sequoia to a cherry tree//
your victory is about as likely as a falling cat landing on its back//
cause even if you were an ordained minister possessed by the Holy Spirit, you still couldn't bless a track//
I'm other wise known as Godzilla, stomp on you like you're Japanese//
Deacon the rap veterinarian, certified to get rid of you flee MCs//
I'll drive you to a state of manic depression//
You'll develop split personalities as a result of memory suppression//
I would have thought by now that you woulda learned ya lesson//
I'll leave ya asshole like the barrel of a freshly fired smif n wessun:::BURNIN::://
because I'm a sick bastard//
The National Weather Service watching me for naturally causing disasters//
I'll have ya ass stumbling like I dun drugged ya//
Thinking you're JUICED like BISHOP, I'll unplug ya//

:::: JUGGA's fried corpse is speedily carried out of the dimly lit room by a team of paramedics and Deacon proceeds to calmly stroll over to enjoy the next battle:::