VOTES NEEDED (BM): Sheepish Lord Of Chaos Vs Daliiff89

[444trumpets]

ROUND 1


Sheepish Lord of Chaos:

You’re forgettable about ya like a Cam’Ron song
YOU’RE JUST A BAD WRITTEN/
Once ya flowed I knew it all over
You weren’t the sharpest a knives in the kitchen draw/
You duller than the dagger you fixing to stab me wit
I flip ya flow so far you break like elastic oh my bad ya bio-degradable
Like recycled plastic making you garbage wit no flow at all/
I think we need to number this kid yo
Cuz ya not “daliff89” like ya name says/
You ain’t living “da life” your as fake as
Damon Wayans on “My Wife & Kids”/
You more “Tommy” on Martin you ain’t got shit to spark wit
I come wit the lighter fluid, douse ya, and set it off
Like ya Mama getting smashed out in the back of cab/
Smashing ya dome like pumpkins on Halloween
Do I have to get hostile like Keith Murray and go upside cha head?
Wit more than a bar stool maybe with this computer screen instead/
I know the real the thing when I see it
Don’t make me pull ya card like fakes thugs in nightclubs/
You’re a diva, ya flow is nada ya talking about when you “defecate,
It’s 'checkmate” dog I shit on my competition wit surgerical like precision/
You rhymes are as weak as the wisdom from a fortune cookie
You can’t shook me wit cha pitter patter flow and no vocab hoe/
I could use the dictionary and figure out what rhymes the best
Don’t gimme those high school rhymes shits dry
As a raisin in the sun anyways/
You’re more like a gimmick behind a screen




DALIFF89:

i throw caution to the wind when i'm spittin' at fans...
but Sheep's lines are more fluffy than the Michellin Man...

i'm on a mission for grands, flow ugly, i'll cut your nose off...
if you try to 'count Sheep's bars you'll suddenly doze off...

i'm so raw, my flow defines fiend...
i'm leavin' battle verses carved on chests at Chaotic crime
scenes...

sublime screams in my impeccible rhyme schemes...
divide guys with primetime lines, i deny dreams...

you supply scenes, i'm directing this, you're ass backwards...
this wack faggot Blastmatic?? he's just mad average...

i smack bastards, rhymes restart the Cold War...
a battle with me?? get decapitated by your own sword...

condone gore, melt faces with my phlegm trails...
disembowel you with your blade then throw darts at your
entrails...

this dude's been frail, you're not in The Wu...
so stop it, you're through, i'll end your career by droppin' some
drool...

it's impossible dude, you're not gettin' through...
like Mike Myers, i strike liars with my monstrous moves...

it's obvious too, i got this battle sewn up...
and by the second round, i hope the Lord's flow's grown up...






ROUND 2


DALIFF89:

if i'm just a bad written, you're unspeakably wack...
anything your words touch becomes immediate trash...

i'm leavin' him back, him and his third grade bars...
spit rhymes in his hometown, leave his birthplace charred...

get this jerk's faced scarred with large fists, that hard shit...
rip your 'punches' to shreds, you'll wonder where your arms went...

discard this i'm heartless, you'll depart quick...
carpet stained with pain and brains, body's hard, stiff...

Command Sergeant Major, ahead of your class...
stay spittin' some shit, you got your head up your ass...

fuck your medical raps, i'll dissect your whole verse and shit...
Sheep collabed with Jack Kevorkian, still couldn't murder this...

fill hearses with these nervous pricks, they're cursin' this...
Sheep has to 'shed' his nerdy lisp and clutch his purse to spit...

there's nothin' worse than this, he said that i have no flow???
that's like Michael Jackson crackin' jokes about a broke nose...

i smoke foes, i'm methamphetamine, dope...
he spits barely green dro, i got a Ketamine flow...

i sever teams' throats, put an artist to shame...
i'll sharpen my blade, make it look like a shark in your waves...

i'm like a partner with AIDS, my verse'll shorten your life span...
i'll choke the fucking spirit from your flesh with my right hand...

so my fans can get a dose of this potent shit...
Trumpets, bump the verses up, let's get voting over with...

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS:

Don’t play ya self on this forum son
Ya shit gets no love cuz it’s boredom you spitting/
Saying you “throw caution to the wind when I’m spittin' at fans”
How about cha shitting ya pants cuz you ain’t got no fans/
Ya raps are so wack you can’t even ghost write right
Saying you coming wit heat, son ya shit is beat like ya meat/
Ya girl walked up to me and said “Sheep sweep me off my feet,
Cuz daliff ain’t got no life he just masturbates all the time”/
Even when I rhyme I crack more domes than you got poems
I can write cha life away with just on stroke of the pen/
End cha reign wit one swipe of my eraser as you facing ya fate
Get cha self erased off of cyberspace thinking he so great/
I mean son when you was birthed onto this earth
You sound country and ain’t even made it past the third grade you pathetic donkey/
Watch me trim ya fade and leave you decapitated in the process
After I leave you nauseated from the chaos I made cha throw up on ya
keyboard shorting it out
so badly you couldn’t even respond properly/
Man shit is like monopoly ya choreographed crap
Can go suck a dick cuz you ain’t even nice wit it/
Cuz you can’t even flip the script without
Biting your lips that’s why u typed the shit/
Here’s a tip get the best of Ras Kass and put the shit on
And replay “Nature of the Threat” and remind cha self
You’re a saltine cracker that’s finna get crumbled/
Race ain’t a factor homes it’s a fact your detractors forgot what matters
They ain’t even put cha on pause when you tried and rip the chaos/
I display odds wit simple lingo and more complex metaphors
That’s out witted the best wit the least amount of gimmicks/
You better refund cha rap card cuz ya can’t even rhyme hard accordingly/
Ya “Suddenly Susan” with an ego bruising
Losing is in the cards just not 4 me/
Ya speaking straight out blasphemy
Thinking you gonna out rap me/
It’s an impossible mission to keep spitting against a “demon”
While you steady scheming trying to jump me like checkers
I stay studying ya every move like chess/
What a mess the whole forum just peeped under ya dress
Found out cha a trans-sexual mess wit nothing less/
Don’t come out the gate stumbling mumbling every line
My décor brings out every inch of ya spine and breaks it in half/
See ya last breath after I eat cha up like cannibals who eat they’re own flesh
Spare me the rest of the story thinking ya bulking up like Barry but cha notes
Ain’t even temping like Barry Gordy and the temptations ya trying to bring to the surface/
So don’t hope the lord’s flow is grown up
I always have my bars sewn up, it’s just not cha lucky day/

[444trumpets]

Round 1

[KERZO]

Sheepish lord of chaos.......well what can i say, you have a good mind when it comes to paraphrasing and saying intelligent lines..but as a flow, theres no interest in the verse to keep me reading it.I think its due to the fact the you dont place syllables in a rhyme very well and you barely rhyme at all..its more of a poem.

DALIFF89.....very good verse bro, i liked the way you used you syllables. the imagery is there too and i pictured your verse as i read it through...tis good work all in all


My vote for this round goes to DALIFF89

[STYLE]

sheep ur verse was wack. period point blank.

daliff, i'll see you next round. we'll see if you can handle a master.

[The Ghost]

if you try to 'count Sheep's bars you'll suddenly doze off...

Which is why i'm voting for Daliff89. Sheeps flow was everywhere, I've seen way better verses from him.

[Visionz]

DaLiff got this, nice punches that hit, overall a very well-crafted verse

Lord's verse was just all over the place, I know that flow doesn't always translate over on writtens but I just couldn't find it at all in this verse

made these lines here especially onpoint

i'm on a mission for grands, flow ugly, i'll cut your nose off...
if you try to 'count Sheep's bars you'll suddenly doze off...

it's obvious too, i got this battle sewn up...
and by the second round, i hope the Lord's flow's grown up...

V-Daliff

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

ahh what ever we all have off days but dis round ain't over yet

[oDoUoSoKo]

444 is sleepin, im not sure what he's trying to do

[444trumpets]

bro give it up

[SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS]

bro give it up

who me? fuck dat i'm in it for the gusto

[444trumpets]

na man u know whts good

[444trumpets]

ROUND 2

DALLIF89:

quick shit to 'Cam'Ron - Down & Out':

if i'm just a bad written, you're unspeakably wack...
anything your words touch becomes immediate trash...

i'm leavin' him back, him and his third grade bars...
spit rhymes in his hometown, leave his birthplace charred...

get this jerk's faced scarred with large fists, that hard shit...
rip your 'punches' to shreds, you'll wonder where your arms went...

discard this i'm heartless, you'll depart quick...
carpet stained with pain and brains, body's hard, stiff...

Command Sergeant Major, ahead of your class...
stay spittin' some shit, you got your head up your ass...

fuck your medical raps, i'll dissect your whole verse and shit...
Sheep collabed with Jack Kevorkian, still couldn't murder this...

fill hearses with these nervous pricks, they're cursin' this...
Sheep has to 'shed' his nerdy lisp and clutch his purse to spit...

there's nothin' worse than this, he said that i have no flow???
that's like Michael Jackson crackin' jokes about a broke nose...

i smoke foes, i'm methamphetamine, dope...
he spits barely green dro, i got a Ketamine flow...

i sever teams' throats, put an artist to shame...
i'll sharpen my blade, make it look like a shark in your waves...

i'm like a partner with AIDS, my verse'll shorten your life span...
i'll choke the fucking spirit from your flesh with my right hand...

so my fans can get a dose of this potent shit...
Trumpets, bump the verses up, let's get voting over with...

SHEEPISH LORD OF CHAOS:

Don’t play ya self on this forum son

Ya shit gets no love cuz it’s boredom you spitting/
Saying you “throw caution to the wind when I’m spittin' at fans”
How about cha shitting ya pants cuz you ain’t got no fans/
Ya raps are so wack you can’t even ghost write right
Saying you coming wit heat, son ya shit is beat like ya meat/
Ya girl walked up to me and said “Sheep sweep me off my feet,
Cuz daliff ain’t got no life he just masturbates all the time”/
Even when I rhyme I crack more domes than you got poems
I can write cha life away with just on stroke of the pen/
End cha reign wit one swipe of my eraser as you facing ya fate
Get cha self erased off of cyberspace thinking he so great/
I mean son when you was birthed onto this earth
You sound country and ain’t even made it past the third grade you pathetic donkey/
Watch me trim ya fade and leave you decapitated in the process
After I leave you nauseated from the chaos I made cha throw up on ya
keyboard shorting it out
so badly you couldn’t even respond properly/
Man shit is like monopoly ya choreographed crap
Can go suck a dick cuz you ain’t even nice wit it/
Cuz you can’t even flip the script without
Biting your lips that’s why u typed the shit/
Here’s a tip get the best of Ras Kass and put the shit on
And replay “Nature of the Threat” and remind cha self
You’re a saltine cracker that’s finna get crumbled/
Race ain’t a factor homes it’s a fact your detractors forgot what matters
They ain’t even put cha on pause when you tried and rip the chaos/
I display odds wit simple lingo and more complex metaphors
That’s out witted the best wit the least amount of gimmicks/
You better refund cha rap card cuz ya can’t even rhyme hard accordingly/
Ya “Suddenly Susan” with an ego bruising
Losing is in the cards just not 4 me/
Ya speaking straight out blasphemy
Thinking you gonna out rap me/
It’s an impossible mission to keep spitting against a “demon”
While you steady scheming trying to jump me like checkers
I stay studying ya every move like chess/
What a mess the whole forum just peeped under ya dress
Found out cha a trans-sexual mess wit nothing less/
Don’t come out the gate stumbling mumbling every line
My décor brings out every inch of ya spine and breaks it in half/
See ya last breath after I eat cha up like cannibals who eat they’re own flesh
Spare me the rest of the story thinking ya bulking up like Barry but cha notes
Ain’t even temping like Barry Gordy and the temptations ya trying to bring to the surface/
So don’t hope the lord’s flow is grown up
I always have my bars sewn up, it’s just not cha lucky day/

[002]

yea, Sheep's flow was all over the place, but that's not the most important thing in a battle. it's all about strong lines, the rest comes after that.

Daliff had a few nice punches, but some lines seemed quite lame to me, not even filler.
you can clearly see Sheep's a lot more experienced, he gets my vote.

peace

[KERZO]

flow: DALLIF89
wordplay: DALLIF89
creativity: DALLIF89
vocabulary: DALLIF89
punches: DALLIF89

Sheeps verse just didnt cut it...it will be good to see Dalliff89 against a better opponent then we'll get to see a more heated battle.

[num2son]

Flow: Dallif89
Wordplay: Dallif89
Creativity: Dallif89
vocabulary: Dallif89
Punches: Dallif89

Dallif89 gets my vote