02-02-2013, 04:46 PM | #1 |
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Sweet 16: MaDnKrAzY
Battle: MaDnKrAzY vs Rodzilla
Round: 1 Winner: MaDnKrAzY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MaDnKrAzY Live from japan or should i say tokyo/ I'm tipping ROD's style like big worm streaking tags of the street embryo/ On his domepiece,MaD is krazy with these infinite psychological presentals/ Revive your own, the microphone is listed terrential/ So Rodzilla step up to the defensive potential/ I keep it iller then bleeding gums and qtip's doing the double trouble/ Into a immense figure protrayed as barney rubble/ Wise ones seek and destroy the evident puddle of ignorance/ I piss on your forehead hope u can overcome the currents/ Fuck king kong, rodzilla is here and even more clear he appears out of abundance/ Preventing dope lyrics to take his insolence, repent my inner-succulent deliverance/ Drop and give me 20 if i'm the seargent u doing 50 crunches/ Bunches of flava put together like rice balls/ That's u'r weight equivelant to all the times u've falled/ I think i remember u kid.....we mighta dropped something in a chat/ But before i announce,i prononunce my rhyme sort of astounding,rebounding u'r flava like i was the great wall of china black/ and if u was the emperor of the golden city this will be a reminder/ i got your mind open like hilary's vagina/ nah less-tighter, like madonna after she dropped her water/ If u think you can overtower u cortex is cornered/ Pounded from each side like the enterprize zapped by foreigners/ Two eclipses won't shock my aura/ I'll knock rodzilla, if he was trying to exclude fort/ comes up shorter then koreans/ MaD rips through your binary bleeding/ simple-leading, quick dismantle the battle produces amble and inverse methods/ Decomposing opposition,and mere rodzilla's vanishes, one he's seen the message nas couldn't title his inventions more clever/ Put your hopes up rod and i'll leave u'r flow dismemebered by triple blessed kids doing shit intensive/ No how, will i throw down weapons, not to shoot but to spark out corrective/ reflections are deceptive, preventive mirror images/ show a skilled battle convex in complexion and definitive/ Mc's deform abstract and fatual differences/ MaD lives in the primitive, deflecting simple lessons/ to a less-powered contest/ provided with giant drama cohesive like grammer, mistake errors on rodzilla's damage but not offensive until he consents against nonsense and knowledge/ Invading lost episodes of violence is a direct way of hitting wits and with a ton of bricks/ But prevailing sentence to minds acceptance is aknowledgement. SpOkEn ExPeRtIsE NmE(New Millenium Emcees) --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Godzilla YO, DIS IZ DA DEAL. I DON'T WANT ANY NIGGA TA GET HURT BY DEZE LYRICZ, SO TAKE A PEEK AT 'EM, GLANCE AT 'EM, BUT WUT EVAH U DO DON'T STARE! PLEAZE DON'T STARE CUZ U JUZ MIGHT BE FORCED TA BITE MY SHIT! SO WIT OUT FURTHAH ADUE, HERE I GO. TOP KNOTCH STYLE GOT U GAZED MY WAYZ GOT U SPINNIN WIT YO' HEAD IN A DAZE FLASHBACK, WHEN U WUZ YOUNG "CAN I DO DIS SHIT FO' FUN"? BITCH I'LL CUT OUT YO' TONGUE AND LEAVE YO' LYRICZ HUNG ON YO' WALL LIKE MY POSTER I'M GIVIN U A WEAK STOMACH LIKE DA HIGHEST ROLLAH COASTER MADNKRAZY, I DON'T HATE U BUT U MY CHALLENGER AND DIS IZ WUT I CAN RELATE TO RHYMIN, LIKE AND ADVENTURIST MOUNTAIN CLIMBIN I GET HIGHAH EVERY WORD AND DA BEAT IZ PERFECT TIMIN SO BE PREPARED FO' DIS LYRICAL WAR U ON DA WEAKEST TEAM AND JORDAN JUZ TOOK DA FLOOR U WANT NO MORE, U CRYIN IF WORDZ WERE BULLETZ, HEAD SHOTZ U'D BE DYIN IT'Z LIKE MURDER AT 1600 POLICE AXIN ME WUT I DUN DID BLASTED MADNKRAZY NOW IT'Z TIME TA RUN KID VIGILLANTY U PLAYIN WIT ME LIKE IT'Z FINE N DANDY IMMA GIVE U WORDZ OF WISDOM TAKE HEED DEY MIGHT COME IN HANDY IT'Z LIKE TAKIN CANDY FROM A BABY DATZ DISADVANTAGED I WUZ BROKE AND I STILL MANAGED BUT U A WORTHLESS CASE U LAYIN DERE BANDAGED I DON'T UNDERSTAND IT,RACE LIKE SMOKEY AND DA BANDIT BE LIKE BARRY SANDERZ AND DISMANTLE U SINGLE HANDED RUNNIN LAPZ ROUND U WHILE U LOOKIN SHOOK FUCK YO' JUDGE AND HIZ BOOK U CAN'T FUCK WIT A CROOK YO, BUT I DON'T EVEN NO WHO U ARE BUT IF U USE MY NAME IN VAIN U GET THIRD DEGREE SCARZ BURNT FROM HEAD TA TOE DON'T U NO? DAT RODZILLA'Z DA SHIT KID U FUCKIN WIT A PRO OH, NOW U NO, U FUCKED UP RIGHT? IT'Z TIME TA SHED LIGHT IF YO' MAMA WANNA NO WUT HAPPENED, WATCH WALTER KRONKITE HAHA I'M JUZ PLAYIN, BUT ON DA REAL I'M BETTAH RIP HOLEZ THRU YO' SWEATAH AND DIS IZ NOT RETALLIATION, DIS IZ VENDETTAH |
02-02-2013, 04:47 PM | #2 |
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Battle: MaDnKrAzY vs Propz Da Mic Wrecka
Round: 2 Winner: MaDnKrAzY ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MaDnKrAzY aight aight....i just wanna say no disrespect in my rhyme....its str8 battle, and for fun.......so now for the feature presentation.... U called PROPS but u lack the knowledge, and if intellect was cheese i'd call u cottage/ Cause the smell of your ish, this confrontation will spin your mental and incite mine/ My rhyme is directed towards another so-called MIC wrecka, or maybe u'r chords too short, abort this internet, hit sime up with an e-mail saying u got caught/ MaD, yeah that's my name don't front or distort the situation/ I'll just bust my mind off the top like precipitation/ That's right i'm hype like mike during masturabation/ But u's impotent with a limp style its irrelevant but u get dusted like embalming fluid containing/ Make u go psycho and put my name in your flow, and i'll laugh/ Diss me with less-craft i'll split your computer megs, MIC sex the legs like kfc u'r spitting recips of bit math/ The path taken is chosen from my most, any coast i'm invading, i sit in east gone through rodzilla like fat bi*hes break toilet seats/ Now the MIC wrecka gets no props from me just mental treats to feast his mind on, take the element and pass out like breathing a tank a freeon/ I'll never leave but u can call me fly, cause how i deceive your eye its still sticking/ So sandpaper can't sharpen your edges until i get out the switchblade and carve x's/ Then go on hollywood squares with vengeance, old school flow, i doubt but still u know u get out this tourny like basta*ds/ Change like madoona with cosmetics/ I leave your rhyme going, not knowing my stability, u really can't feel cause i see u got anasthetics/ Beating the first cat, pureone aint simple to defeat when blasted/ But back to the objective, dispose of the MIC's u wreck like ear infections/ Put this in your book of wins, and i'll match u like suspects prints/ Make u lose oxygen, dealing with propane, my manner will excrete u like bomb shelters and wind/ This was a delight from within, describing my design is ever-lasting and creative when time gets overplayed, i steb back wreck MIC's and get PROPS any which way/ Bow too seniority like japanese greet, so salutations now kiss my feet ..........peace1luv NmE(New Millenium Emcees) SpOkEn ExPeRtIsE --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Propz da Mic Wrecka well i'm a damaja, check my physical stamina, when i place my rhymes emcees are surroundin ya, fake ones decease cause i say what i please, and some just can't deal wit reality, i bring death for wannabes like grym reap, i was placed on the earth to strike down on those who cheat, in the game, those who goin on for the fame or the papers, i getchu depressed like the vapours, you vaporize, when i penalized your felons, of tellin lies to your fellows, and tryin ta tell us, you going out for the right fuckin reason, but chu been slingin bullshit throughout any season, i know you, so i can tell you, here n' now, word to god, you ain't ever gon' blow fool, no matter how mad n' krazy, you may be, you don't write phat enough lyrics, for record deals, for real, suckas can't handle this, brothers who fight back, they so wack they're called vandalists, but chill brotha, for whut i know, you be a crab undercover, you might be a rap lover, all i know, right now we battelin, be my witness, imma win this word to motha, and if i loose, i'll blow my head of my shoulders, nah really, i'll come back do it better when my skillz are older, respect to my worthy opponent, so get it on kid, |
02-02-2013, 04:47 PM | #3 |
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Battle: ~JUGGA~ vs MaDnKrAzY
Round: 3 Winner: ~JUGGA~ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ~JUGGA~ ************************************************** ****************** 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??? ************************************************** ****************** "DEATH OF A STALEMAN" You must've forgotten ~JUGGĂ…~'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 "~JUGGĂ…~ Wrecks the East"...kid...Rest In Pieces... ThA YeaR oF ThA JuGGaNauT.... |
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