THE ARENA OF SWIFT EXECUTION (all veteren emcees get at this shit)

lets do this....

I get at this battle like a butcher be slayin cattle
drop ya dummy and rattle, you enterin katanas chattel
my barz cant be handeled, like a bear tryin to catch salmon
its a lyrical famine, cuz i steal all the verbal gammon
you spit supersoakerz, i fire m1 abrams cannons
iam a non SMOKA, except wen i waste your ryhme scammin
you sit for hours planin and scannin katanas echatin lines
cuz yours be drying and hanging, on the wack emcee washing line,
SK simply be divine, i intwine your mind like oil gets refined, its slayin time
when i bind from the shadows behind, i contol you like a toy,
i just push ya button an unwind, my mental stabbing leaves you speachless and confined
in the arena of swift execution, time and space dont apply
cuz i cap your rookie ass like palestians wasting a zionist rabbi

get at that

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Originally Posted by sidious_katana

lets do this....

I get at this battle like a butcher be slayin cattle
drop ya dummy and rattle, you enterin katanas chattel
my barz cant be handeled, like a bear tryin to catch salmon
its a lyrical famine, cuz i steal all the verbal gammon
you spit supersoakerz, i fire m1 abrams cannons
iam a non SMOKA, except wen i waste your ryhme scammin
you sit for hours planin and scannin katanas echatin lines
cuz yours be drying and hanging, on the wack emcee washing line,
SK simply be divine, i intwine your mind like oil gets refined, its slayin time
when i bind from the shadows behind, i contol you like a toy,
i just push ya button an unwind, my mental stabbing leaves you speachless and confined
in the arena of swift execution, time and space dont apply
cuz i cap your rookie ass like palestians wasting a zionist rabbi

get at that

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why do you think that you're so skilled at rapping?

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Originally Posted by NASTY NAK

why do you think that you're so skilled at rapping?

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I remember when i used to be like that, i though i was killin everything till i realized i wasn't really sayin anything. He just needs to lose a few battles.

Sidous, me and you. Like now. Your starting to annoy me. I wanna battle you. Make a thread...

this is a battle thread (spit your shit), you boyz are all talk! if my shit is so wack why hasent no man replied? jus layin a freestyle battle thread down. (why do you think that you're so skilled at rapping?) never said i was i take that as a compliment


PEACE

Fuck it lets do it, determine whos the best its time to prove it
My bars will cripple your legs and prevent you from moving
Your not a sidious katana with lyrics that sound like hideious nirvana
Smelt your katana with my fire delievery and a hammer
Can't be divine, your out your mine. You a lyricist?
You could shove your lyrics in a nymphos clit and they still ain't feelin it
No one feelings your shit cuz you plucked our last nerves
And now I'm here telling you us suck and heres some last words
Your not saying shit at all in these battle raps
Stop making them, finally I'm glad I'm the one to tell you that

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You could shove your lyrics in a nymphos clit and they still ain't feelin it

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Sonned.

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Originally Posted by sidious_katana

this is a battle thread (spit your shit), you boyz are all talk! if my shit is so wack why hasent no man replied?

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I'm lazy, punchlines don't intrest me anymore, but if i get inspired i'll drop 16 on you, i write more stories an topical shit now. That's my excuse for only droppin 6 lines in your other thread, but you ain't even worth constructin bars for ya mean...uno

whateva you say mr big! jus keep hatin.. i guess thatz the type of kat you are lol

the death deciever,the orb weaver
hack at your barz, with the linguistic meat cleaver
your dickriding demenor reminds me of indian tick fever
you dont let go till i whip out the parasite pest peeler
your only misdeamenor,be actin like a hyped eager beaver
jumpin at my lines, "mam n dad iam finally an achiever"
no your not, jus wanna impress these online emcee divas
i freestyle tsunamis, and i wont stop till i make you a believer
get the picture? i inform minds like arbrahamic holy scriptures
all the boys here storm new joiners with hate, envy and false stricture
iam just here to rip ya, if ya dont like it, fly n sore like a twister
oh i forgot you got broken wings, real name mister mister
i need no speakers, i be a natural transistor
you need tweezers, to burst your false ego blisters
iam lister storm, incest with your sister the only gimey shotz you deliever
be easy ghost ill forgive ya, cuz i hate to see snakes shed skin and sliver
id rather see them die n wither, like feedin a newborn baby liqouer

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Originally Posted by sidious_katana

whateva you say mr big! jus keep hatin.. i guess thatz the type of kat you are lol

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I'm jus tellin the truth, ask anybody round here, i don't just drop posts just to hate, but u ain't backin up yo cockyness with your rhymes. SO i gotta let u know that u ain't walkin yo talk.

big, manz jus busin sum fresstyles everytime an you gettin hot under the colla, a man cant spit a killa freestyle everytime, you spat some shit that was ok and that was it, if you wanna critise id rather you critisize with sum bars, allow the talk.

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Originally Posted by Mister Big

I remember when i used to be like that, i though i was killin everything till i realized i wasn't really sayin anything. He just needs to lose a few battles.

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im glad u see now,:clap: uve been humbled...it happens to the best of us.

gwan... anyone gonna spit..... if iam shit rip me up shut me up!!

aint really much of a deiciever but i will stab your back...
call me mr pringles once i pop the fun dont stop nd i stay stacked..
with magazines, put holes in your face like jacko lants..
matta fact, hollow caps saulte you and take of their hats..
no trust fat joe lean back, look back none of your chaps... ( are there )
they to busy getting mixed up in your mothers lingerie wear..
fuck this draconian lookin, homosapian molestor of children...
your shit foul while mines flagrant..
my lips zipped while you sing statments..
i shimmy out shell cases, while you provide evidence for cases..
you top dog then im smokin aces,

lemme jus go nd touch the surface
of how my nd my clergy gonna dismember your whole band of eathlings, supporting roles pass through and batter bones whip em up with the wrist game but no kitchen nd stove top double,
this is that double shotty to your face got you in double trouble,
mumble trip nd stumble attempts on evadin a bloody frozen bank hold,
sold joes more then just soft hard nd chemicals,
gave em they whole style from start to ending,
and now a wanna be with some knowledge try to spit out his philosphy, scientific how i got these boys clockin controllin they whole anatomy,
static kicks in when dramatic actions cease the heart of this kid..

i carve your heart to the shape of a gun, and pull the trigger
which causes your capillieries, to shrink and sliver, artieries quiver
nerve endins shiver, i deliever much pain,in my slayin endeavor
your sprawled on the floor broken n bruised, my barz hit slicker, quicker
....board of directors, the only thing you direct is the board of garbage collectors
sneakin round the forum, biting shit emcees lyrical nectar
but you aint no inspector, jus a fake emcee projector
i be the hip hop protector, guarding in it from heavy metal defectors
no where to escape, from the katana appiritian spectre
possesing your mind, soul and charted rapper vectors

lay the fuck outta here with this tradesperson talk..
carving fake guns and believe they can buck..
board of directors so that means i got untouchable luck..
chuck, smuts, in your cut, and decypher your whole plot..
what i expected your iq level aint really up to par..
send your soul to the stars, like nasas rocket cars..
guns never back fire invesments protect ares..
automatic instincts have you fossilized bones extinct..
hammer on the banger be relluctant, severl more vessels get ruptured..
breathing capabilities inuce heavy convulsions..
i guess these bullets you couldnt stomach, in my astrial projection..

see.. my problem with this shyt is... i'd drop bars on this bruv' since he's been postin' all over the place challengin' everyone, but the things is.. he's no good.. he's not rly challengin' no one, it's like a retarded kid with turrets screamin 'HIT ME!'.... would u hit him? lol.. pea2e

stop talkin you insignificant fagget... if you can spit lets here it, if not... stop tryin to make dudes laugh with your downtrodden fuck face sense of humour

peace

suav-

you release, dieased verbal grease
pulsating your deflating life-ceased lyrical crease
i be the knght n king you be the pawn piece
playin your shit like gay withdrawn police
slayin you, your torn,scorned and deceased
you be jason and i got the golden fleece
your method be sixty second , homeboy rest in peace
your fake n phoney, like a drug addicted obese priest
your flesh i feast, cremate your bones for bakers yeast
last but not least bury your body north by northeast

man.. letme explain somethin ta you.. nice and carefully so you don't get all female n' shyt.. you opened threads, started claimin' you'll merk any EMCEE, so I viewed a couple of ya verses ta see what you wer so confident about.. I read like 2-3 before I came to conclusion you have absolutely no battle skill, and the shyt got old real fast.. than became sad soon after.. no hatin' at all, I look at this shyt in a very honest way and you should take it ta heart, and quit cryin',,.. stop posting nonesense battle raps, chill fer a bit, and take shyt one at a time

muthafucka you dont spit, so your feedback= useless, my FORTE aint battling, but i still ripped katz, thanks for taking notice in my threads and contributing your constructive feedback, but it dont mean shit to me...
please dont past anything else on manz threads....unless its a verse

peace

man... the shyt i said is the most feedback you've gotten.. i was bein real wit chu, not my fault u cant handle it and start actin a bitch... plus i do write, i've written ENOUGH poems on this site, under this name and Lynguitistix.. battles and free writtens and they've shit on anythin' u've ever wrote

lets see one of your "poems" you lonely muthafucka,you aint the only feedback i got...search th threads if you care that much...and like i said battles aint my forte, thats what iam workin on it...i can handle CONSTRUCTIVE feedback you understand what that means you annoying fagget, pointing out whats weak whats strong blah blah, you jus start chatin shit waitin for another kat to agree with you so you can make a new friend...well it dident work so just shut your fuckin mouth PLEASE

I be breakin emcees at they whack ass knees
I bought a key and a chopper just to stack that cheese
( gimme the dough) and a hoe, with a duece duece and a sack of indo
for the playas who be chillen in bodegas, with a dirty duct tape on that 38 handle, ya can catch a sample, fuck bitches feelin riches imma toss em in the ditches, catching stitches, all them mitches and the crazy 5o second bitches, i stick fuckas for they larger paper problems, i copped p's for weeks, feelin up arena seats, on the beach, politicking with my hommies blazin stoggies, with a 9 milli, packing black skullies and a tan hoodie,

sleepwalker stop buggin, sidious iz alwayz battle ready, AND he'z nice-
but not az nice az OTB yet, peep it-

yo good attack
but i'm clappin back like george w. at iraq and ja rule
clash wit OTB and crash like nasdaq and compact daewooz
my advantage, i'll damage you like KMD and Jeru
my stylez wild, leave you wet like Dondi sprayed you
flow got a bright future like Barak Obama and Oguchi Onyewu
taylor made to fade you-
digital bullets stay true and go deep like bobby abreu
i'm nice-
compared to you OTB iz Mohandas K. Gandhi and Nehru

OTB - live and uncut

OTB OTB OTB...



swing cursin shurkiens, slice phonies like diced gherkins
attempt verbal contempt, deep gash - blood splurtin
no action exempt, raw rash, bullet holes be squritin
"always battle ready", my static deadly, steadly diverting
to the realm of unreal..my verbal appeal, be like the lockin steel
i lock n peel, killa mujhadeen, armoured automobile, no navy seal
camoflague conceal, lazer darts, get the deal?
fatal freestyle, hundred strong - body pile, my militant mind be hostile
like toxic waste vials - burn skin vile, a death sentence with no trial

^Dope sidious- you 1 ov da nicest on wucorp- F- da haterz
sleepwalker - step ya game up sunn-
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yza yo-

lyricist supremacist-
vehement proponent of blatant discrimination
peerless nemesis who vacates lenience to create complacent opponent elimination
serious blemishez for moments of impatient deviance and imitation
component's premise: superior achievment thru flagrant intimidation

statements with the clearest cadence put potent bereavment adjacent to incrimination
premisis locates vagrance: the agreement's career postponement with no litigation
atonement's placement came in sincere and frequent vizitation of Genesis to Revelation
blessedness shone in impeccable maintenance of progressive innovation.

OTB - live and uncut sunnz

yo - nobodyz touchin my wordplay yall-
not eminem, not jay z, not none of 'em
OTB iz catchin mad wreck-

moved to a different thread.