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Last edited by KERZO; 02-12-2008 at 08:22 AM.
I'm just gonna drop my second verse cos im tired of waiting for it to be put up...either post your verse on here sleep or get 444 to do it, i dont mind either way...
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Ayo, I cause severe blood loss that mounts up into litres
When I thrust my knees into ya head and send it flying metres
In the air, I snare ya hair and hang ya from a scraper height
When I rumble, I make ya crumble like a Baghdad building site
Upping gears, I adhere to the austere rap class veneer
I have more swing than Sinatra downing Jaeger shots & beer
Rap Swords, Slice broads in half with no questions asked
As your old sleepy figure gets a cold sponge bath
I devise the plan and act out the scene, Sipping black caffeine
You’re more Eugene than obscene when stuck between two spotty teens
I cave in yer shins with a single pinpoint strike aim
Then pull an evil grin and tie ya to an iron maiden frame
That pulls ya limbs apart, I toss ya body parts in bloody carts
With deadly darts I puncture holes into your heart, no head start
I chicken split ya legs and kick ya in yer olden wrinkly balls
And send ya off the stage with the almighty force of Niagara falls
I aint gay, so ya better stay away with your 10 inch black dildo
You act like you wont suck nuts but we know that you will though
My style is so versatile, I bomb hostiles with missiles
I compile new forms while you stay a senile paedophile
I spurt out squirts of vile words that instinctly hurt
And leaves your rap career buried deep under the dirt
You aint the number one son and you aint no atillah the hun
Shit, my rap is finished but my assault has only begun
So ya won’t get to see me assembling complex battle raps
When ya lying dying in a bed and ya eyes have cataracts
So you'll have your last breathe before you have the last laugh
When ya die I’ll come into the mortuary and pinch ya toe tags
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Last edited by KERZO; 02-12-2008 at 08:20 AM.
Where Sleep At
WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.
lol....i was grindin on some other shit but yo
this bitch talkin torture but aint seen the "chamber" yet/
rip ya mangled flesh and toss the shit from here 2 bangledesh/
kid u aint the best talkin bout a big black dildo?/
that's prolly in ya mom's closet by the way she a MILF yo!/
put some cleets on an stomp ya face out wit the heel-toe/
furreal tho...spurtin out squirts thats suspect shit/
fuckin bird i spit flames an burn ya love nest bitch/
ya whole rime subjects shit... plus u in the closet/
gettin assfucked like " i aint had enuff yet let me slob it!"/
this battle's like andre the giant crushin on a hobbit/
b honest u had "heart" goin against me till i stopped it!/
hopefully dats good enuff cuz i got shit 2 do...1
ROUND 2
FERMI PARADOX:
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Ayo, I cause severe blood loss that mounts up into litres
When I thrust my knees into ya head and send it flying metres
In the air, I snare ya hair and hang ya from a scraper height
When I rumble, I make ya crumble like a Baghdad building site
Upping gears, I adhere to the austere rap class veneer
I have more swing than Sinatra downing Jaeger shots & beer
Rap Swords, Slice broads in half with no questions asked
As your old sleepy figure gets a cold sponge bath
I devise the plan and act out the scene, Sipping black caffeine
You’re more Eugene than obscene when stuck between two spotty teens
I cave in yer shins with a single pinpoint strike aim
Then pull an evil grin and tie ya to an iron maiden frame
That pulls ya limbs apart, I toss ya body parts in bloody carts
With deadly darts I puncture holes into your heart, no head start
I chicken split ya legs and kick ya in yer olden wrinkly balls
And send ya off the stage with the almighty force of Niagara falls
I aint gay, so ya better stay away with your 10 inch black dildo
You act like you wont suck nuts but we know that you will though
My style is so versatile, I bomb hostiles with missiles
I compile new forms while you stay a senile paedophile
I spurt out squirts of vile words that instinctly hurt
And leaves your rap career buried deep under the dirt
You aint the number one son and you aint no atillah the hun
Shit, my rap is finished but my assault has only begun
So ya won’t get to see me assembling complex battle raps
When ya lying dying in a bed and ya eyes have cataracts
So you'll have your last breathe before you have the last laugh
When ya die I’ll come into the mortuary and pinch ya toe tags
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SLEEP SINATRA:
this bitch talkin torture but aint seen the "chamber" yet/
rip ya mangled flesh and toss the shit from here 2 bangledesh/
kid u aint the best talkin bout a big black dildo?/
that's prolly in ya mom's closet by the way she a MILF yo!/
put some cleets on an stomp ya face out wit the heel-toe/
furreal tho...spurtin out squirts thats suspect shit/
fuckin bird i spit flames an burn ya love nest bitch/
ya whole rime subjects shit... plus u in the closet/
gettin assfucked like " i aint had enuff yet let me slob it!"/
this battle's like andre the giant crushin on a hobbit/
b honest u had "heart" goin against me till i stopped it!/
WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.
Yeah its just a small tourny so it's all good sleep....
ok so both rounds are submitted and drawn in digital stone but ima gonna spit some freestyles on here anyway...
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Ayo Sleep, I'll creep up on ya with chloroform, send ya fast asleep
When my head turns 'ted' and i dump ya limbs into rubbish heaps
I'm geared in armour plate to deflect your so called vocal weight
Bitch, stand up straight while i desecrate your whole psychological state
Demonstrating grandeur rhymes that makes crowds conjugate
Cos they came to watch the great fermex abate your debate
You aint no andre the great, your more on the frodo baggings plate
They call me the raconteur who makes sleepy MC's minds awake
I gather my squad to disassemble your whole outfit, in one hit
Shit, four syllables rhymes are too complex for you to spit
I send out abstract mind thoughts like the arecibo message
The testage of time will show us who has the finest prestige
Caught in battle, I dismantle verbal assaults causing large scale damaging
Cold blood smattering, I drag ya through the mud, yer mouth blabbering
Stop chatting or your jaw will be what my fist'll be shattering
Unfazed, Your dazed and left asking 'nigga, whats happening?'
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flow: FERMI PARADOX
wordplay: FERMI PARADOX
creativity: SLEEP SINATRA
vocabulary: FERMI PARADOX
punches: SLEEP SINATRA
My vote goes to FERMI PARADOX
1-0 for fermi 2nd round
WE ARE DISCUSSING THE END OF THE WORLD-OR HOW TO DELAY IT.
I vote Fergi Paradox
aight..i owe you that.. i think... lemme just copy num2's structure here..
flow: Sleep. If this was an audio battle, I think Sleep wouldve had more fire to his lines he prolly would've been yelling them like Popadoc in 8 Mile and the crow'd be like OOOH at some of them and how enraged he was flowing.
wordplay: Fergi. Dude's Baghdad line did it for me.
creativity: Fergi. Again, he was rapping about dildos that Sleep uses and shit... Sleep was getting his in too.. but Fergi was out there.
vocabulary: Fergi hands down.
punches: TOSSUP. This is where I WAS going to give it to Sleep. But I realize Sleep didn't really come as hard as I thought he is capable of. Some lines were ill, some seemed like he was bored and just doing it fast. Wheras, Fergi who had some whack shit as well, still came with MORE bars meaning MORE punches.
My vote goes to FErgi. I mean Fermi, SHIT
Well at least you got my name right at the end DK ....so im at 2-0 for the 2nd round and sleep won the first round 2-0..i wonder who the mods are gonna chose as the winner....shit..i wonder how long its gonna take,lol
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