02-02-2013, 04:50 PM | #1 |
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Elite 8: Furious Stylezz
Battle: Furious Stylezz vs Nero
Round: 1 Winner: Furious Stylezz ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Furious Stylezz Textual harassment suffocating syllables and blowing synonyms to oblivion/ I transcend thru the future rep the millennium better than those 2 talking M&Ms// I flatten stomachs like abortions, Spitting lyricals with poisons/ Like depleted rations on dessert isles, i`ll leave anatomy`s out of proportions// Distortion of transmission like faulty Nasa solar panels/ The vandal dis-mantel emcee`s vision like blocked out cable channels// Nero gets more hot footed than saddles made of candles/ To scurry in a hurry, watch him run, flee and scramble// To get to the exit, avoiding my next spit, the next shit/ Off the dome like tupays in the wind when my text hits// My fiber-optics, concocted gothic synopsis of cyber-topics/ that cause respiratory canal vales mal-functions with breathing blockage// From Trying to "fuck" this rym-animal self-suicide in the form of textual bestiality/ Visually, like photos of Quasimodo humping camels i tax emcee`s ass like F.I.C.A. fucks up your salary/ Phatta than Jenny Craig drop-out`s calorie and carbo-hydrates intake/ You start sweating going belly up like sumos in a tanning bed for 14 hours str8// Taking flight like student pilots in aviation college/ I RUN my D in MCs like they Queens from here to Hollis// Bring me a huddled masses of emcees yarning to breathe free like oversea immigrantZ/ Dis-placed like Sethro`s from deathblows i use for verbal StimulantZ// Your un-equivalent by shear-luck tear-ducks tear-up, just let`em weep/ A "C"ereal killer, like niggas choking off spoon-sized shredded wheat// I turn the N in Nero 45 degrees to the left/ Now it`s a Z pronounce his name, what do you get?// The numeric alias of his steez,abilities, and victories in win columns/ Your flows more booty than bitches in Luke`s shows shaking their bottoms// Un-equal, like "Don`t be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood" making a sequel/ Having Nero verses Furious? What wrong with you people?// Your just a hop skip and a jump away from seeing the pearly gates/ your ass is weaker then illegitimate children from women Mr.Ferley dates/.....out! --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nero Who is this cat, Furious? Having hazy illusions of victory, he must be delirious/ His meeble stylezz gets destroyed and left in mangled piles; These textual files; has his reeking underware containing pounds of Bowel/ Check the aggressive Movement; ripping him in half like three feet penetrating him with no lubricant; The only way you can come remotely close to defeating me is on a severe grading slant/ growing like algy in your mind, you sucomb to my mesmermizing battle chants; ending up with multiple fractures, like an intoxicated Jackie Chan/ Yeah, you've heard of my name before; but in the past, you was snickering at my lame metaphors; Since then, I've been in horrific wars; leaving twisted limbs buried on beach shores; Bloody skulls rolling on red floors; ripping skin grafes, displaying bleeding pores/ Like Busta, I'm screamin "Rhymes Galore"; while I spin around you like a veteran gymnastics whore; Your limited mental capacity explored; I got you in my sights, charging toward you like a savage boar; Impact, causing immediated catastrophe......out! For stepping into this surreal battle scene; you must Out of your mind; When finished, it will take international surgical teams; to peice back your spine; You say your ill? I don't think you know what sick is; I'll go in putrid details, so you can see exactly how gruesome I can get/ I'll do you like Picasso; stuff your lacerated genitalia up your fuckin nostrils; So you can SMELL what crabs emit, numbing your senses like multiple head blows/ Tear off your ears and sew them to your eyes; So you can get a SIGHT on how my soundwaves are demonized/ Stick my foot up your ass, leaving streaks on my Nike's of sh!t residue; Shove my toes down your throat, so you can have that bitter TASTE blessing you/ Super- glue your finger tips on top of your ears; So you can FEEL my vocalz damaging you like poisonous spears Violently rip out your ear- drums, so you no longer have the ability to HEAR; Got you drowning in extreme perspiration; mixed with salty tears; Caused from your most innermost fears; getting caught up in annihiliation, embarrased from gawking peers; Leave the flaming mic, victory easily declared; While you feel empty inside from this casuality, like a deeply depressed Cher; This blinding flare/ of skillz, got you having images of global genocide; Sparked by the early death of Furious, a brutal homicide... |
02-02-2013, 04:51 PM | #2 |
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Battle: Furious Stylezz vs Wrath
Round: 3 Winner: Furious Stylezz ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Furious Stylezz The born on date for your skillz has long been expired, More faulty than car alarms that blind monkeys rewired/ So whose the next sucka up to pucka up and kiss rd3 aideos/ If your mom`s first name was Glen, Wrath, you still couldn`t come Close/ When Furious grab the MIC, emcees jump off the stage yelling Geronimo!!/ Crowds get refunds if i don`t rock it within 30 minutes or less like Dominos/ Wrath? it is to laugh, you should be a "No-Show" like Keenan/ I make YOU feel the Wrath like you was masturbating rubbing yourself in your semen/ As to play monopoly with all the yellow cards missing: niggas running out of chances/ More nervous than Trailer Park trash during tornado season in Kansas/ Beheading your headers....ink blotters block letters as i BUSt thru paragraph blockades like Jerome Bettis/ I navigate keyed notations from locations/ Hidden from whats written when my lines are left bitten/ I`m serious....now let me tell you what Furious theory is/ First blood strike hash a tongue lash, bashing lyricists/ You silly, heres what the dilly really be/ Derange document sources forces dome disturbances from lack of dude`s battle durability/ Its amusing how the weakest niggas alwayz have the hardest name but can`t display it in craft/ Fuck it!!, i`m taking your name, now i`m Furious Wrath!!/ But i`ll leave you with an "E" as i place you underneath/ Between the "R" and the "A", so on your casket theres a "Wreath"/ Or better yet drop the "R" and replace the "T,H" with "C,K"....yea, more like that/ Now delete your log on name kid cuz your new name is "WACK"/ Then go to furious.com and download you some stylezz, You can rummage for some lyrics thru my archives of deleted files/ When Furious is "In The House" i can`t "Sit-com", chill and relax, I`m worser than LL on T.V., Nigga, i don`t know how to act/ My lyrics animate like Hanna-Barbara in this and any era, Jump off the screen like the Sun Fizz emblem on that Sprite commercial have you running in terror/ Tear`a, hole in your dome piece to try and see what ya thinking/ Steppin to Furious make you Scream like Will Smith sticking dick in Jada Pinkett/ Leave my impression on niggas like a birthmark bearing a striking resemblance to my likeness/ As i type this, i don`t have to be a psychic to know that you like it/ Like sodomy, child-pornography i dig in Kidz tushes/ They all wusses, Furious fade`em like hair clippers do bushes.....out! M.O.S...2tha3rd i --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wrath Third round, third emcee, dedicated to my third eye/ I'll SWAT you Mista Stylezz for thinking that you FLY/ inflict you with a velocity that overthrows your philosophy of ferocity/ with lyrical novelties enthrown to split your dome like MTV's "Oddity"/ I'll mesmerize your mental enterprise with lines that magnetize your eyes-and/ leave you shook like Mobb Deep and fuck your head up like "Event Horizon"/ entrap you in the lyrical abyss of my tongue slashing mist/ waive your cyber life "Goodnight" end it with "A Long Kiss"/ your rusting thoughts is ruptured, fracture lobe structured like the Bundies/ likewise caught you in the bookstore reading "Hip-Hop For Dummies"/ logical oblivion cast a shadow like millenium to your heart to your whole/ without compassion to your soul/ enfold your mind in ebon mold/ deviate it from the norm like I was Edgar Allan Poe/ unlike the perception of your petty presence where an eagle couldn't see thee/ I plant bionic mics inside the earth and rock em' so the world can feel me/ Wrath'll get up in your brain reverse the cells that still remain sane/ and freeze the blood in your vains like the untamed Andromeda Strain/ now your Style's in "Jeopardy"- category as "The Wackest"/ a question so obvious, ALEX TRABECK WOULDN'T ASK IT/ No hard feelings……Wrath signing off…. |
02-02-2013, 04:52 PM | #3 |
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Battle: Kno vs Furious Stylezz
Round: 4 Winner: Kno ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kno Furious tries to COME OUT HARD by saying "I'm gay!" while wearing leather But he still couldn't fuck with me if I was "Ribbed For Her Pleasure" Arteries I sever/ While Furious leaves some minimal flesh wounds Plus he's been HANDED more beatings than George Michael's dick in restrooms I bless goons/ You spit cuz its too hard for you to swallow this When I got you confused and nauseated like RuPaul's gynecologist Remember the first time you tried to battle me and got checked son? It was first grade/ I left a Tonka Truck stuck in your rectum You tried to flex some at age ten and teamed up with your cousin But I cut off both of ya'lls scrotums and cooked em inside of ya Easy Bake Oven I'm sick of you frontin/ You could never beat me/ and besides If I died people'd refer to you as "Kno's bastard child" I last for miles/ You challenging me is a fucked up decision Like Rodney King driving drunk through an LAPD weapons convention So must I mention/ I know your crew is mostly lesbians And you act straight pussy like an ironed-out vaginal thespian Plus ya Stylezz are "lesser than" so I fu*k with ya moms to teach you a lesson in "Back-Bending"/ I got the bitch believin she's Mary Lou Retton and The blood letting stands at nine quarts when I ABUSE this KID Furious Til his neighbors get alarmed and report me to Women and Children's Services For "beating Stylezz quick" like when he "Furiously Masturbates" But he still won't COME FRESH if he fills a Zip-Lock when he ejaculates So kick your wack debate/ I seal your fate with weight deflation Becuz you couldn't see my shit with some toilet bowl magnifications The ramifications of flexin on me is death and flags at half-mast Slip a razor in your G-string/ Result being : Your style is half-assed The last laugh/ Goes to those who peep this cuz it tickles I'm fuckin with dime pieces while you anal sex wooden nickels The sickle/ Gets drug across ya neck/ I wreck as I blast prose Ya whole crew'll be askin "When did you get that second asshole?" Furious' flows anorexic/ Ya best shit can't tip the scale You want me to feel ya rhymes?/ Write em on your chick's tits in Braille... And I'll get at em tomorrow night... Kno Knights O.T.R.T. ~RedLine~ EleMental SunZ --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Furious Stylezz Elite Ate huh? aiight whose the next emcee to be plowed? The voters sing: Kno,Kno,Kno,Kno... like Destiny`s Child/ Testin me stylezz?, eh-eh, thats a Kno,Kno/ Slowly getting harder with each line, like videos of my dick getting an erection as you play it in slo-mo/ Going for ya ribs like your Adam have you weaving and kidney guarding/ Re-incarnate to the bully that used to take your cookies in kindergarten/ My lyrics must wear false noses and mustashes cuz niggas don`t recognize, You better hang up dreams of 1st place and ask sime if theres a second prize/ Cuz getting pass me`s like the IRS, i be taxing kids/ I block that path you couldn`t go thru me as laxatives/ Breaking legs like crickets with rickets rubbing them together to stop your chirpin`/ Like a Hip-hOpera, when the fat lady sings bitch, its curtains/ Dj Knock-out wishes he could spit this vicious battle type disses/ Cuz this is malicious fury channelling stylezz like satellite dishes/ Knock-out Djs letting my fist do the talking like sock puppets/ Stick my hands up your ass say a verse for you just move your mouth like the muppets/ Kno-escape from this verbal rape you can`t hide i`mma find-ya: vagina!, I`m in front of ya....i`m on the side of ya... Kno!! Look!!..I`m behind ya/ Like the Ill Crew Universal, when you on boards I.C.U./ Soon as you log on i pop on your screen like I.C.Q./ Kno-diggety, Kno-nigga be, ready.. i stays strong/ Cause more ruckus over mics than the one on LL Cool Jay`s arm/ I`ll leave you silent like the "K" in your name, thats how your word is/ Fuck-up so many kidz y`all should call Child Protective Service/ So watch him piss in his pants, throw a tantrum and go potty/ As i dis-embody `em and put him on display, cuz hes a Kno-body/ But i call you the Unibomber, you don`t belong with the rest of us, Cuz you only Blew-up once: That was your verse against Exodus/ Like being arrested on chumped up charges in a cell, you don`t Kno what your "In" for/ Better put a rush delivery on your "How to Be a rapper Package" kit that you sent for/ My recitals like Vivien just depends where it goes, Flows keep voters awake but the same blows make Kno-Doze/ An anonymous arsonist launching this shit wit constant spits, Elected 10-term governor to your state of unconsciousness/ This next line is a killer read it like Arabic to catch it/ "dyslexic sodomized a like backwards you to it give I"/....haha, git it?! ..out! M.O.S...2tha3rd i |
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