lets do this, if it needs a second round we'll goto it , i dont know what other rules there are so fuck it, have it asap
No man in your sector, should want to battle me
I bring lyrical spitting cavalry
A musical anomaly, with an army full of prodigies
Spin a web of oddities
Drain your substance while you crying travesty
and your Majesty
Venom Injected, Mental Digested
Casing Infected, Poison Reflected
Sid you aint vicious your moms is probably protective
Never take scripts to a personal level
but you sun, you fucked up and danced with the devil
Question my team,
We squelchin your dream
Sound Theory pissed on ya sista and silenced the screams
The violence of fiends
Highest of Ki
Trying to build with those who elevate?
Kid we Levitate,
You falling at a faster rate,
Castrate, decimate, obliterate
Incinerate, never to alleviate
Best accept your fate
Bow to Kings of the Throne
The Royal family slashed Democracy has been overthrown
Beat you to death with a nickle-plated microphone
Warriors of the Unknown, you spittin knowledge?
I bet you tuppence hapney you couldn't
even if you was blowing a scholar
Sid you aint vicious your moms is probably protectiveLOLBow to Kings of the Throne
The Royal family slashed Democracy has been overthrown
some dope rhymes menes, that shit mad me laugh, BDZ untoouchable
hahahaOriginally Posted by menes
fuck your gay chorus, lyrical poorness flippin thesaurus
iam a raging Taurus, plotting rawness, clockin round corners
i,ll re balance your flora and fauna, turn this battle into a sauna
top scorer, mind explorer divine mystical lore floors ya like stegosaurus,
turn your rap dreams to sawdust, impale you on my war tusks
these floored fucks cant "get back up" like elton john and a D cup
ease up, your too close to my dick, you aint commin hard coz you know iam the sid
the squid blinding with ink in your eyelids perfect lyrical timing, the "bars" be shining
your lines pretentious like pcp repping fine dining, rhymes lining
the base of your tomb, i spit hot doom nothing but dark clouds and gloom
iam in-tune like a wolf i consume, all these shook ones that be taped up and glued
with mask and costumes, hidden messages like the face in the moon
your facing a room - with no light entry or exit, stop stretchin your fake flex
you,ll get blown up so hectic, you cant deflect it you,ll get wrecked and corrected
all suspects get detected, dissected then infected, your inner fears i projected
you sinners fear my perfected technique, i reek of liberty cap mushrooms and damp sticky weed
Last edited by SID; 10-20-2009 at 09:49 AM.
if this is 1 round ima have to go with SID.
he was goin wild wit the rhymes.
Menes had some ill shit, that last line was killer but it was like implied shots thru rhymed words and chopped sentences.
both were ill and menes definitely had harder hits but sid had more in correlation with his flow.
i vote sid less y'all going for 2 rounds.
^^ No doubt, If you basing your vote on his flow being better then mine, the audio would put that thought to rest, my ish flowed like water when i'd spit it, but beyond the point .... thanks for peepin
This man should be the spokesperson for abstinence,
needed to be revoked, then hit with an avalanche
how you gonna stand in my ghostly presence?
playing yourself calling a style gay then flipping its essence
filling in lines, like damn menes what a dope sentence
I dont play tetris, never sang a chorus
ya mom dukes is the only one dealing with a florist
her little critter been buried in my poisonous forest
the mystical beast gets slain by tha cynical Greek
ever been in a labyrinth, eat up all 7 days of your week
busted rhymes,you spit with ya tongue in some cheeks
I seronate to the roots growing with the nutrients that leak
With the audio you'd be feeling the words that I speak
A sacrificial ceremony, guess whos the sheep
Turn this verbal slaughter into a physical altercation
Transfixion through the headphones leaving lyrical lacerations
I've digested your tracks, still couldnt understand a word you was sayin
You think I been playing? Aint knowin my status
Could be the dark heart with a stomach full of blackness
You aint in my class, No test to pass, have you runnin like the flash
A fake, I'm real,cats respect my mustache
THE REAL PCP
fuck this greek geek, chic faggot freak
i,ll smoke you out like dipped blunts packed with green leaves
the balance beam in un-even, fake rappers commiting treason
different dirt for 4 seasons, your verses lack logic and reason
i'm a chronic demon, your just a lil punk thats misleading
people on who you really are, a euro fag with a guitar
trying to be a rap star dreaming of jay z and smoking cigars
iam choking you bizzare scared brain charred narcs, you played your last card
i slayed your with broke glass shards, yo got thrown passed the guards
bombarded and blown to the last moon of mars, i chant dark runic bars
cut you like rubies and quartz, hide your body parts in munich and further abroad
your facing a pionneer in the way of the sword, i slay you with chords
the laws of nature reveresed and contorted, raw rhyme reporting, verbal extortition
keep a certain caution when facing this damaging mauling
London is seperate from the rest of the developed word let alone mainland Europe.
whatever its still considered part of Europe, even if you dont consider it haha
lets get some votes...
by the way the first half of your second verse was buttcheeks, but
blown to the last moon of mars
cut you like rubies and quartz
were some good bars , I'm sure the rules dont allow me to beef like that but fuck it
What the hell? allow getting all bitchy, leave the battling to the bars.
so far its 2-1 to me, best to 4?