Elite 8: Psychlone

[trap.]

Battle: Psychlone vs Mendle
Round: 1
Winner: Psychlone
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Psychlone

My malice sees through what ya fallacies purport
I escalate this situation like salaries in sport
Not Gentle like Ben my mental closes on Mendle son
I flow with potential my pen composes like Mendelssohn
Accel like a Porsche while you've never won Daytona
500 ways to slay, so go play wit ya boner
When it comes to gettin raw Mendle's jaw's droppin
The only headz jockin you are the pimples that ya poppin
Mind ya manners Mendle if you be smokin Havana trees
When I Bus ya'll Runaway with more Speed than Keannu Reaves
Plantin seeds of doubt ya played like piano keys
A desire to be flyer takes me higher than Soprano C's
Dean of this school of thought I brought you a subpoena
To testify my breath'll bring death like Selena
Since I'm one leg up I'll leave you with a broken femur
Tibia and fibula while ya scribble about a Beamer
Get hurt when I play dirty like vermin holes
By learnin flows tighter than security at airport terminals
Off the top I'll daze ya ya're a slug like Glaser
Mendle ya couldn't come straight in this debate if you were Razor
Ramon or Scott Hall we brawl I amaze ya
Psych's original Mendle's familiar like deja
Vu you'll watch my victory dance like a Geisha
Wanna wager who's major ya rhymes are minor like Asia
I'll haze ya like a sorority the majority
Of AOL Internet MC's just bore me
Try ta reason when ya leavin like disease in remission
I hear pleas, please cease and desist this latest mission
I'm often on like the Clappa Mendle puts the wack in rappa
Psychlone'll rip ya faster than a natural disaster
For years it's been clear I can bring forth brags
So more drags'll feel the burn than the import mags
Like Turbo but with no lag Imma give no fag
An inch clinched victory's in the bag
Second round Mendle's missin in action
Like a word in a contraction the wack gets dropped like played out fashion


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Mendle

I heard u wish to duel ish with Jewish Verbal attacker;
like a novice hacker, foolish,
Because all the applause that I get from here to Mars,
Has me takin' the mic wire and dishin' out multiple scars,
Wizard of Oz, but you obsolete like Boz,
Gettin' all the girls afraid of you like you was menopause.
MCs admire my creativity,
You try to get rid of me, But I'm on the scene like Jesus in nativity.
Simplicity, ain't no fake, don't need duplicity,
Clone my steez for MCs like Michael K. in multiplicity.
And make four of me, Because the crowd wants more of me,
I'm soarin', g, until the peeps start gettin' bored of me.
Metaphorically and similarly, I'll throw in similes,
That lack thought, but sound phat, like Nine-sev's R&B tracks.
My crew goes way back like an acrobat,
Before my peeps said, "Afro's phat. Why'd u get rid of half of dat?"
From here to Babylon, We just keep rappin' on
I hear your demo it's whacker than a joint by Cappadon.
Alone like Papillon,
Why your lips be flappin' on,
Crappin' on shit MCs who think that they the atom bomb.

[trap.]

Battle: Psychlone vs Obnox
Round: 2
Winner: Psychlone
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Psychlone

Obnox you rookie I've been rockin' parks since Jurassic
Look up "Asskick" in the dict and see ya name with an asterisk
Get torched on the front porch where ya're the doormat
Ya think ya got the key but ya don't know the format
This WILD CAT's battles leave ya dazed amazed with wonder
DUKE ya glory days are hist like CHRISTIAN LAETTNER at the buzzer
Ty Cobb couldn't sock a pitch to flight like I can fly Obnox's
Sloppy rhymes I strike with the mic ya try ta slob cocks
Bitch ya can't rhyme ya need to switch CA-REARS
To gay porno flicks where dicks go in and out of queers
I'll even let ya quote this if ya tell em who said it
Psychlone is chargin mics for those who never had credit
Hope ya ready for a monumental ass whoopin
In sequential order words are born ta crack ya head and leave ya rap cookin
Walk over ya brain to see my footprints on ya forehead
While ya couldn't get in me with ya weak retort if I was force-fed,
Ya couldn't outrun me if ya had a horse head
I'm a force on a course that's legendary like a Norse led
Invasion like Normandy I storm the beach my form of speech's
Like a swarm of bees leavin allergics torn and weak
Geek I got ya chokin like a carburetor
Falter I'm ya star fader Psych'll stay current like an alternator,
Ya'll never shake me like a man's stutter
I am BLUBBER when I ride the breaks like ya grandmother
Flow like K&N I take a stand brother
When I put my hand on the rudder Goddamn I make a jam butter
Like a man against a Roman Legion
I'll leave ya with lesions, cuts, abrasions, inflammations like ya teethin
I'm seethin with anger thanks to "Take a Beatin"
Also known as Obnox start a tab cause ya vocab's gettin eatin
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Obnox

yo you advanced to the second round, now your luck runs out
Obnox, nice to meet ya, then whip the lyrical guns out
get dumb loud, my flow is past phat, it's obese
smack any MC, wrap the mic cable around his neck and squeeze
your rhymes sink like Titanic, you can't flow with the organic
lyrics shootin out of cannons not picked up by any kind of scanners
2nd round, and the fans already waving banners
Obnox tell 'em who the man is--lyrics harder than granite
turn a Psychlone into a light breeze w/ my tight steez
go ahead try to recite me, you might suck but you can't bite these
I guess your lyric brand is Hoover, nigga I'ma move ya
so violently you'll wish you would have exited sooner
your whole style is the first part of your name: PSYCH
mafaka you can't even hold my paper when I write
you can't even wipe my ass when I drop this shit
your rhymes soft as moccasins
I ride the track like the horsemen of the apocalypse
so it's on you, get on your computer and type
till your hands is sore and and your eyes is burnin from the light
cos even if you rip a 100 lines it's still a no show
cos my status all-pro, blow holes in niggas with lyrical 44's
now you're slippin in your mic grip, strugglin tryin to fight with
a no-nonsense MC w/ an enhanced rappin license
you hittin CTR-ALT-Delete tryin to get your raps to cancel
I'm observin, barely anxious, hummin a ghastly anthem
seconds later you screamin at your screen: "STOP IT!!!!"
my words explodin through your monitor in the form of rockets
you hit the ground, struck from all angles w/ my surround sound
I threw it down, you losin breath watchin Simplesime give me a pound
should have never crossed paths with the scientist of lost math
using mics and keyboards to toss cats miles off-track
you lost, black, should have reconsidered postin your raps
if I'm not the only MC left on this page, then this is a false graph

[trap.]

Battle: Psychlone vs DJ Stress
Round: 3-a
Winner: TIE
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Psychlone

Whether resistant or durable? Kid ya parable's terribull
EYE be bouncin like balls-D J like Pals-y I'm CEREBRAL
Ya verse was so wack in fact it had me punchin tables
See my hunch's ya fable's chock full of holes like inner navels
I'm the CAPTAIN of the ship, shit ya better tell NEMO
I get ya open like Caminos leave ya soakin like El Nino
SUN ya couldn't BLAZE a TRAIL in a MIX with JALAPENO
Or make me move my butt if ya took away my Beano
I probe like dentist's picks when I flow like a Venice crick
Without a doubt I whip my Bic out and stick out like Clinton's prick
Yo if GREASE is the WORD I come phatter than Deloise in
Cannonball ya damned to fall while interest rates increasin
All bars are rolled in lard to leave ya soul full of shards
Like VISA ya'll soon DISCOVER I'm MASTER at pullin CARDS
No farce, Stress never accuse me of shavin points
I've proved I can make it buoyant excuse me I'll take this JOINT
Much HIGHER than Philly Flyers hoistin the Stanley Cup
I'll open up a can of whoop on ya voice MAN ya FUCKED
I wouldn't be surprised if you don't make it to 3 votes
I Sea ya letters' wetter than ya gizzard after deep throat
Stress's like a vacuum turned on by she-male chat rooms
Ya E-MALE address should say, " I suck those that lack womb"
No mystery this misery leads to ya obituary
I'll be the VICTOR fairy ya better off DICK-N-HAIRY
Asses, Stress ya just a facet of Psych
Ology I SPARK PLUGGED WIRES hotter than NOLOGY
Yo wake up wanna MAKE-UP try LOREAL
When I leave 2-PAC marks that SCAR ya FACE so ya CAN SMILE FOR ME NOW
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DJ STRESS

Hello, My Name Is Psychlone.....
I Hate it when kids like Stress shine on mics and bring sunny weather
Put a damper on my cyclones and storms, of bringing terror
Thought I was ill, then doc said "psychlone, you hypochondriac"
I write my lyrics with speed like reeves pushing a old blue Pontiac
With 174, 947 miles, yo, that stress, he's fat like bile
Serving up non stop verses, what's worse is, he'll smile
Remember when i was on trial, for being the wack rapper?
The verdict, i was guilty, tried to kill me, but ima actor
Yet the movies almost done, one minute away from credits
Cast your votes, throw away your trash, depart via front and rear exits
Stress says it's, better to get killed by him to end my career
The reason i think im so dope is cuz i got a drugged up ear
Snyper? clear; proceed to fire: deadly vernacular
Now's when stress picks me off, he just said "yo clone, im trapping ya;
Smacking ya, like Dracula, sucking blood out of your larynx
Put it in a bottle, full throttle, show your mom my spitting talents
The weather report for Pittsburgh, is filled with corruptions
Check productions, from Baltimore, it's all the more, destruction"
Complete instructions, final steps say, round 3 of Sime's tourney
Defeated by Stress, hence: my ended journey...... part II...
psychlone? what the fuck is a psychlone? a hurricane? violent tornado? gale? tempest? monsoon?
I reign terror through verbal abundance, on storming cats
kids talk about pestilence, i teach lessons sick like shitty swarming gnats
with doorman raps, not high class, cuz im serving you this delicious shit
call you master, make you lack words, you bastard, im splitting dicks
not lorena, kinda frank, maybe blunt, but i aint smoking
wish on the first star of the night, mad hope, but i aint joking
cutting throats and, splitting wrists, but that would be too simply classic
get your ass kicked, trying to surpass this, supreme and deadly axis
cut out your knee capses, and use em as ear muffs in winter
tie your toes to my blue hose and use the nails to remove splinters
put some wire round your teeth, add some powder to your wisdoms
then plug it to my mic, take cyclones choppers to my kingdoms
i believe we aint in kansas anymore, let’s see the wizard
tinman, you got no brain, im colder then that blue dog’s blizzards
sell the witch your gizzard and then use your tongue to lick stamps
send you mail, call this braille, after i ate you i had some “shit cramps”
got your pits damp, contrast the simple, simple, opposition
no mock division, 64/stress, and no one's living

[trap.]

Battle: Psychlone vs DJ Stress-TIEBREAKER
Round: 3-b
Winner: Psychlone
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Psychlone

Original? Admit ya took his style like a criminal
But now I got ya Spooked cause I've proved that ya minimal
With ya 15 year brain that's still trapped in pubescence
While I believe my rap essence will set you back like the Hessians
You make me gag from what ya sayin gay fag there's no comparin
How I leave the steel spinnin like the Maytag Repairman
Psych vs. Stress, I'm not sayin I'm the best
But at deliverin the goods ya strike mics like UPS
Ya see I have to crush so you can say that my fabulous
Minds Intel while I tell ya one step away from an abacus
My skull's got ya buggin when I hit the set sluggin
I send a Shockwave through ya system like an Internet Plug-In
My wit is slick expect to feel harmin me is absurd
Cause bit by bit ya gettin drilled like the Army Reserve
Ya third's gettin heated as ya poor mind is lit
From the core of my flyest shit itch ould give ya psor-eye-asis
As Stress sits and worries about whose slang is cuttin
I get busier than Rza during Wu-Tang productions
If it ain't crystal clear by now Stress who's advancin
You can send your next tourney rhymes to me for enhancement
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DJ STRESS

COMING SOON

[trap.]

Battle: Deacon vs Psychlone
Round: 4
Winner: Deacon
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Deacon

You'll "die hard"er than John McClain when my words hit ya/
Your next career will involve posing for "before" pictures/
My shit's NC-17, you're not even P.G. one three/
You're str8 P, for pussy, better yet made for T.V/
You couldn't even see me with Hubble/
Bring that water style it'll get splashed like puddles/
Leave ya head "crooked" like "eye"/
I'm excelling like Hyundai while you still doing Book-It for pizza pie/
You'd be better off breathing toxic air/
Cause I send ya home with ya brain stained like shitty underwear/
Without Robin I'll make ya quiver/
200 proof lyrics rock livers, leave ya shit all damned up like the Hudson river/
The scuds I deliver, sink ya submarines/
Pop in a magazine, gun on ya click like the A-team/
You oughta call me Trapper Keeper cause I'll leave ya binded/
With shit that'll leave ya assed out like sittin on land mines/
You can't handle mine, avoid drama/
Suffocate ya style like bear hugs from anacondas/
Just because you was a boyscout with honor/
Doesn't' mean you can survive the mental wilderness of deacon, quick to harm ya/
Burning ya eyes like looking directly into nuclear detonations/
Deacon, the Black Encyclopedia Brown heading the investigation/
Wondering how ya made it this far with such ease/
To face Deacon who'll turn ya psychlone to a Bacardi Breeze/
If ya put ya illest complexities up next to me/
I'll reduce em to mere wreckage and scattered debris/
You'll get bricked like Reginald Denny/
If ya tempt me, you better be able to Sprint like lil' Penny/
This is your end/
Click on "yes" when asked, are you sure you want to send "psychlone" to the recycle bin?/
You couldn't RAP if ya name was REYNOLD'S/
Killer Priest applauding the way I drop this "Heavy" load on ya "Mental"/
Have you seeking Refuge, running for ya life like Richard Kimble/
because without SIME, I make defeating you look so SIMPLE/
Psychlone, you might as well go ahead and hit the exit/
Because your chances of beating me are slimmer than anorexics/


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Psychlone

Headline of local Kentucky newspaper reads:
"Psychlone Destroys Local Church. Deacon Discovered Dead"
Tuesday, April 28 was a sad day for the residents of a small Kentucky town. A well-respected DEACON was killed suddenly when a vicious Psychlone reduced an ancient church to rubble. Luckily, DEACON was the only fatality. Local authorities are puzzled over a strange document that was pried from the DEACON's cold dead fingers. The mysterious document read:

DEACON listen up cause I'm about to spit a sermon
Violatin you like Rohypnol (Roof-A-Nol) my wins were no fluke at all I'm certain
That ya style smells fishy like when heatin a trout
Yes I reckon ya reekin like the unwashed DEAC-in ya mouth
It's official when I dis you I Excel cause ya Write-so-soft
With 95 Windows ya couldn't see me like a night scope off
Ya lost like the Ark I'm like a spark when I set it
Ya spent Seven Years in Tibet but still there's marks on ya credit
Since ya like Frisco jails get impaled until ya torn bro
Cause ya DEVINE ability's like CANDI in a porno
Let the horn blow Taps ya can't grasp ya fundamentals
So bad the way ya dogged you'd think I rapped in front of kennels
My mental's able like cable out-boxin ya DSS
Which stands for DEACON SURELY SUCKS like Mendle, Obnox, and Stress
Ya flow would be a catalyst but Psych's on ya battle list
Like priests ya only beef comes in tums when ya saddle kids
A medical text couldn't heal the pain and frustration
Of DEACON'S sexually repressed feelings of anal fixation
Peep my flow while I DEAC-ompose ya wack verse
And treat you like Farrakhan's dick when I put you in the black first
I betcha even God checks the sky for Psychlone
See the Light shone on me the first time I left the mic blown
Attone or get sent to Purgatory with soul rot
While I coldcock and KILL this MC FIELD call me Pol Pot
I hold the clock that's tickin on ya time left in this Tourney
I'm so hot even The Three Wise Mens IM's said "Psych don't burn Deac"
They can keep their little gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh
Cause I wreak havoc on ya flank's defense with tank immense words
When this verse is done ya'll curse ya God and say "Please Continue"
Rippin through this Madness venue like the faggots greased up in you