MM2K3 Championship Battle: [02] Phant vs [02] Radius

[trap.]

Radius
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/phant.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Phant'; return true">

</a>Says:

...Phantoms have risen from the ashes...
...only 4 minds can combine to create the Entity needed to destroy these Phantoms...
...These 4 minds are the only hope in defeating the phantoms....
...I present to you...."The R Project"

((RaÐ))
Phantom's been looking for the guy with the mase
who cracked the half of the mask for the other side of his face (It's ME!!)
yes, Phant has no flow and i'm despising this nerd
whats longer, his two thumbs or the lines in his verse?
time is winning..and you're losing before you spit a phrase
'cause Rad's the bug repellant making all your time tic away....

((RaÐ-I))
heard you played college ball..and then chose the easy way
to make it to the League..by signing up for the PBA..(HAHA)
I'm the Incinerator that'll get rid of this hot garbage
from a out of work look-a-like version of Josh Hartnett
sorry sime, all this kid drops is wack flows
he so behind the times..i'm startin' to think clocks have assholes
face it, you'll need a movie with calamity, suspense
and a Fairy Tale plot inorder for Phantasy a win...

((RaÐiaToR))
bitches know i love fuckin' and it's true
but i never knew i'd fall into some pussy bumpin into you
bet you leave your chest beatin' and pummeled
when you sit on your couch, feeling like the King of the Jungle
that look on your face got me wantin to laugh
'cause i bet you got champ camoflauged right under your ass
why would you think Phant was iller than kiddo?
his style boars me like that Witch did to Kilmer in Willow...


((RaÐia§ioN))
Radius writes over the lines in your knowledge margin
you're Ceasar cut's the equivalent of a chopped up salad from Olive Garden
through this tourney i used power to move cowards
and this is your downfall..like Gandolf in The Two Towers
..Phant, game's over..you will never be throned
you getting a Soul CD's a Disc filled with 70's songs
i got a thesis..and some individuals could relate
that you're bound to loose like tied up criminals who escape...

...The entity rises....

((RaÐiu§))
wait, how'd you get here? something is not right
fuck Marisa...because honestly ToMei.. YOU'RE NOT NICE!
after you lose..you gonna quit text battlin' afterwards
cause' nobodies riding elePhant but African travelers
Mavericks mad at ya? naw..they just a lil' pissed and hate
..that Lafrentz would rather post here than in the paint
i'd tell you to take a seat..but i'm proud of this youngster
who seemed to take a seat he found by the dumpster
i'd say you're ugly but i'm doing fine typing it now..
watchin' the war of the roses with Comedian fighting your couch....
I stay in the booth..spitting raps with a mic and a sound
you stay in the booth as Colin Farell from me sniping you down
now..you're all surprised that all of this verse handled..
a cock smoker..who catches cancer from sperm samples
you look like you advertising a tape with new plans..
..on "Phant: How To Jerk A Small Dick With Two Hands"
heard you bit relentless? come see me, I rumblez!
come try to bite fist, i'll come away with teeth in my knuckles
i'll end this with a corny line you'd make with better skill..
'i beat you fucking around' like rough sex on a Ferris wheel....

It Is Done...
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Phant
Attackin'<a href="http://www.urbanprowlers.net/tourney/mm2003/radius.jpg" target="_blank" onMouseOver="window.status='Radius'; return true">

</a>Says:

“Fake thugs get no love”

50 lines of fire

You aint King of this rap shit now, you’ll leave in a casket, clown/
‘Radius’ fits you perfect—against me you’ll only last half a round/
I’ll back ya down, FAKE THUG, you’ll never shoot a man, G/
‘Hear the Heat come out, then run and scream’ like groupies in Miami/
Yea, this dude’s uncanny, my disses’ll brutally gun ya dead/
Only ‘cap youre peelin off in NY’ usually comes off your head/
Dude will be robbed instead, this midget’ll leave fatally injured by Phant/
Ya tiny chalk outline will look like a frosted Gingerbread Man/
On stage, I’ll hinder ya plans, come twist ya arms and crunch ya palms/
Have you screamin “Uncle!” while the crowd screams “Uncle Tom!!”/
The pummel’s on, ya spit to no crowds, nobody likes ya gay rhyming/
I hurt my head when thinkin too hard—you do it when stage diving/
Plus you get nervous on stage, real heads start laughin at this loner/
So you imagine the audience naked…and end up rappin with a boner/
Crowd is smackin the owner, “You let this queer rock the spot!!??”/
And pink gear IS hard now, but not when there’s bunny ears on the top/
Speakin of gear, you know ya throw ya Uni’s to chicks tryin to be flirty/
Then they fire it in ya face….you call it a “throwback jersey”/
Take a shower and hurry, cuz ya filthier than a dirtbike’s tires/
Look at ya grimy head, ya doo-rag used to be white like Rygar/
You wanted to sell drugs once, went to ya neighborhood’s top man/
He was like “You got connections?”, you said, “Yea, and it’s a broadband!”/
You’re soft, man…Rad claims he’s hard, but really he wrecks nothin/
Real thugs shoot guns with triggers, Radius uses the “X” button/
Test somethin? Not me…heck, you wont even cross a circumference/
You’re done, kid…I’ll ‘stab Radius’ like a geometric compass/
This wreckless chump is…so sad he even gotta bluff his ride/
Radi got hydraulics? Nah, there’s a wheel missin on the other side/
I hope this brother dies but I aint afraid of this frail fairy/
Cuz he ‘uses his safety more’ than Bill Cowher guardin Hail Marys/
And jail scares me, but you’re petrified, its bad but that’s how I call it/
You’d be ‘holdin the bars yellin gimmie one more shot’ like alcoholics/
Ya filthy ass would be in there screamin at the top of ya throat/
But at least you wouldn’t have to worry about droppin the soap/
Thug, start stoppin the joke, Me and my boy’ll pound this nigga, dude/
Cuz my friend is MC Diameter---and he’s twice as big as you!/
Kid, Ive been ripped by few, I’ll demand respect in ya hood at night/
Kick ya Moms in the face in fronta ya, hear you ask “Is ya foot alright?”/
A homeless faggot gets on a computer? Yo, you know that shits strange/
I don’t know if I should pound you or just throw ya some change/
Ya chips are lame, askin strangers for change on ya knees with a holler/
Then callin MTV beggin for 50 Cent….and sometimes even a dollar/
Get beat by this scholar, ever wonder why ya always lose ya friends?/
Cuz your boots are Tims…whoops, bad grammar, I mean ya boots are Tim’s/
I’ll shoot ya shins, then BREAK YA ARMS til they start to ache/
Then you’ll try to punch me---and look like ya doin the Harlem Shake/
Wow, I carved this fake…thug, but will his weapons be used?/
Radius got tons of guns…He’s on like Level 7 in Doom!!!/
Just wreckin this goon, don’t blame me, this gangsta summoned defeat/
Ice around ya neck? Nah, that’s rope, the ice is under ya feet…