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this was a lot of fun last time, let's have another go at it. four rounds, me/you, me/you, me/you, end. i haven't written in a long time so this will hopefully get me primed for the summer, i wanna "rep for the hood" like i used to ;) anyway, here goes my verse for round one, i'll come back at you tomorrow probably.. ------------- Bringing death and destruction to this junction be my function Close your eyes and open your mind, embrace the chaos I can chessbox the hell out of you and you know what I mean I'm smarter than 98% of the country and I'm only 19 To all you herbs, bottoms up cos here's armageddon Archie... I know you're sweatin Cos to the depths of dooooom is where you're headin Commence the bedwetting You're a biter, hey that's cool Whatever, I'm a biter too Except I got a mouth rull of sharp teeth like Baraka and I tomahawk-chop wack emcees like that cat Tatanka My process of decision making is taking your bacon and equating hip-hop with a naked sensation Come when I think of it, I'll always love H.E.R. but even words have limitations I'm the flyest, wisest, most biased lady romancer Y'all some prancers These rhymes hit you twats like ovarian cancer So a take a chance or don't, fuck it, you think I care? Last time most of you just rephrased mainstream shit anyway But unlike these Canadians and Swiss cheeseballs with their rehashed ill communications I come with few frills to drill and rebuild your anthills with my very own assortment of mad ..skillz I'm ill (blech) and my shit kills and I don't need a ghostwriter cos my own shit is tighter Fuck the rest of you biters Ima crush you like some spiders So go ahead and bring it cos even your dopest verse can't contain me Man, I break down your box, crush them bones and get born again like Layne Staley Peep it in your daily And kid I'm leavin you decked out in Alison's chains, straight high and dry, like Radiohead featuring Thom Yorke's convulsing eye against I flesh of my flesh and mind of |
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flesh of my flesh and mind of my mind Go ahead and ride my darts cos I'm mos definitely leaving you full of more holes than a porcupine You're not promised tomorrow... ArchRival, I'M your arch rival You worse than Francis and hardly a sage By the time I'm through with you you'll only have parts of your brain Stabbed in the frontal cortex with a wet tip hen ax just like Phineas Gage |
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the line breaks kinda kill it, oh well.. holla |
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wow |
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oops, btw that should be four me/you's.. can you tell it's 3:30am? damn |
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*puts on cheerleading outfit and starts to cheer* RAH RAH RAH let's get it going ON (tits......your rhymes are stylinggg=0) |
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Haha, I remember the last topic like this. That was classic, yo. |
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ArchRival thinks he can hide, but i see him on ;) |
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Archie......put UP your DUKES.....i wanna battle ze winner........ummmm hahahha J/K i wanna see some righteous rhymes dooooood!!! =0) |
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Ooh shit...HERE WE GO AGAIN!!! |
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glad you finally found the thread! haha :) when can i expect a reply? |
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Now sucker ;) Tits, I question ya wiz status, step average and watch ya thread get shredded like lettuce and cabbage/ Titsworth wanna get put on the map, so I pegged him with an atlas/ This bitch-Tits took so many shots from clips I thought you were a ”dead actress”/ oh, so you ”the Answer” (AI)? no wonder your text looks as if ya dread practice/ ya head will get more slices than bread-baskets, u may drop bars, but they're similar to lifers who've misled faggots/ just cuz we war'ren don't make you a regulator, this bout'll be over-easy, hater/ you met ya maker, cuz those threats are faker than the flop fouls thrown at the LA Lakers/ Your scripts so boring its like watchin the porn clips of Mormons/ but ive peeld and crunchd pricks like eatin ”corn chips” and oranges/ its just sumthin i was born with, ive sworn to make ya style switch, so the results is a torn hip/ this fool beatin me in a duel will never be true ”kid”, ya flow's bout as fluid as anal school chicks with gluesticks/ ill have Goddess flirt with this dude and get his head gassed until he lose it/ let the lead blast because it seams ya want your thread smashed right thru the computer/ like the Klumps in track meets, what you spats weak and is dead last/ Archrival bring de-tension to that ass like im throwin eggs in class/ Titsworth please…..you aint even in my class/……. Interlude (As Titsworths hands grasp the rope as the neck chokes,/ Wear the death cloak, and reveal your inner beauty… / Soothe me…with cactus thorns under my fingernails,/ Propane the sane, the burning flesh smells in hell…/ Strapped to the cross but fell; only my soul to sell,/ Visions of whips slicing back flesh… bringing death, to those who chose to pose like they know the mysteries of chessboxin/ You only ninteen, youngster, dont battle the old god...this ”rival” is too hard/ There u have it BWOY!!!! |
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U cant win, son. ;) LOL |
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"Except I got a mouth rull of sharp teeth like Baraka" ...classic! i love videogame refrences...like that line in the new nautilis...about MK and SF...too cool. |
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Can I join in? "Are you down my beats, because I flowing like lava down a volcano!! Yup, that's right, I'll burn you with my red hot flows!!! Oh, and I got lots of bling bling bitches!!!" :) |
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heres my 2 nickels up and down, round and round, i cant rap worth a stinkin pound, hey hey hey, yo yo yo, *wicky wicky*, come on down, see my stuff, dont you dare bluff, cuz im MC JJ Get On Wit' It, ooo yea! JJ in the house, without no blouse!! |
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round 2, comin with my heineken brew ;) ---- Listen Mongrel, I ain't met shit but some more rhymes you bit/ You on the tip like you artistic/ 1549 fuckin posts, you certainly ain't AUTISTIC/ Tits called your name out, you nearly didn't respond/ Archrival starting to wish he ain't never been born/ I mix-mash my flows just to show you ho's I know/ a thing or two about how to put on the better lyrical show/ case, still leaving you cowards with cum on your face/ Still rocking these battles making your verses a total waste Cunt, holllllllaaaaa/ You feed on shit-n-feces/ You tryna play me when you don't even know it's chessboxin season/ To be honest sometimes listening to you is straight strenuous/ It's just that your style is so, uh.. disingenuous/ Your boasts and your flow don't add up/ like the U.S. economic surplus/ Why's that?/ While in third world countries where/ young people be bleedin/ and babies needin to be feedin/ we just sit at our computers readin and I ask again,/ Why?/ I find that lyrical battles can be hit-or-miss/ For instance, Beans and Jadakiss/ It's ridiculous, those fools.../ You think freestyles with DJ Clue will lead either of them to their doom?/ Boom./ In a restroom they be like strangers in two adjoining stalls:/ A conversation between assholes./ Fuck it. Let's rassle./ Bitch Tits? You think this is Fight Club?/ The first and second rules of Fight Club: YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB/ I'M GOING TO STRIP YOUR ASS NAKED AND THROW YOU IN A GAY NIGHT CLUB/ Then I'll take you out to a country field where there's prisoners and shit/ Grab one of their rakes and scrape your eyeballs till you start bleedin and shit/ Then I'll leave you alone with the inmates to get de-filed/ Call ya moms up on my speed-dial, tell her it was in-spired and throw you in a dirt pile/ To you, winning against me is unknown/ To me, victory is when I hit up ya mom's house, come hard and go home/ Hahaha yo mama jokez is fun/ But I gotta stay spiritual minded, jus |
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(cut off) ---- But I gotta stay spiritual minded, just like KRS-ONE/ Am I conscious or am I gutter?/ It's just straight butter, you can't believe it's not/ You can deny it all you like but my lyrics stay strong/ I got you pussies shook, I can tell by your thongs/ Ain't it obvious with all these ill rhymes I'm bustin?/ My style's so got-damn sick it's disgustin |
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This is horrible. |
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reflex: WRONG this is beautiful |
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NO! its not. |
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It may be dumb and horrible, but it's a riot! I dunno about beautiful, though... |
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Eminem The Marshall Mathers LP (2000) Amityville (kill kill kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da (kill kill kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum.. dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm.. (kill kill kill) Chorus: Eminem Mentally illll from Amityvilllle (ILLLL) Accidentally killll your family stillll Thinkin he won't? God-damnit he willll (HE'SSSS) Mentally illll from Amityvilllle ** {HE'SSSS} - on repeats only ** [Eminem] I get lifted and spin til I'm half-twisted Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick {*SMACK*} Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit Shrink pencil me in for my last visit Drink gin til my chin's full of splashed whiskers {*whoosh*} Hash whiskey and ash til I slap bitches {*smack*} Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past six years Mash with me you'll get in imagine this Chorus 2X [Bizarre] I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat {*AHHHHHHHH!*} Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope? My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity {*Mmm mm mmm!*} And bitches know me as a horny ass freak Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her pussy while she was 'sleep Pissy-drunk, throwin up in the urinal (YOU FUCKIN HOMO!) That's what I said at my dad's funeral Chorus 2X [Eminem] That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin idiots still (still) That's why the first motherfucker poppin some shit he gets killed (killed) That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville ('Ville) You can get capped after just havin a cavity filled (filled) Ahahahaha, that's why we're crowned the murder capital still (still) This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin Hamburger Hill! (Hill!) We don't do drivebys, we park in front of houses and shoot and when the police come we fuckin shoot it out with them too! That's the mentality here (here) that's the reality here (here) Did I just hea |
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r somebody say they wanna challenge me here?? (huh?) While I'm holdin a pistol with this many calibres here?? (here??) Got some registration and just made this shit valid this year? (year?) Cause once I snap I can't be held accountable for my acts and that's when accidents happen, when a thousand bullets come at your house and collapse the foundation around and they found you and your family in it (AHHHHH!) GOT DAMNIT HE MEANT IT WHEN HE TELLS YOU |
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reflex is a player hater and ignorant to the culture. disregard anything he says. and i'm not saying that cos he doesn't like my verse or archie's verse; people are free to think whatever they want, it's a battle between me and him and you all are just spectators (though i'm sure either me or arch wouldn't mind battling you at some point in the future). no, disregard reflex's comments because he's a whiner and he has temper tantrums when he's ignored. i'm going to keep it at that because i don't want this topic closed (and if you must reply to this, do so in another topic cos this one needs to stay open for archrival's reply). |
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that was pretty good, both of you |
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thanks, 3 more rounds to come! |
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Titsworth & Archrival, Reflex, got no respect for these ryhmes we typed on time to no rythm, his thread sucked no denying hes in denial about what he likes he dont know, IDM, hip hop, his mind aint gonna grow not with that attitude hes in no mood to make are heads bop to his thoughts out loud, hes given in to pride he'll just sit behind a screen and be proud he dissed his friends that now wont lend him a line for his topics that dont make our minds grind and think, he thought he could bring his eminem bite was he right? hell no, he aint tight. Hip hop you dont stop be bright dont be negative give me insight on your mind what ya thinkin just stareing off in space wishin you could erase that post make it make it disapper like casper, your not a host to us, offer a chum a pint and some peanuts learn manners and to be fair and share like carebears, and im out like that . |
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bravo!! |
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is this supposed to be all free-style? How do we know it is free-style, and not something you guys prepared before hand? :) |
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although, by the quality of them, I'd say it's more likely it is free-style... (just kidding) ;) |
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i have to be honest, when i think of rhymes i jot 'em down (why would you want to forget them?) but my lyrics here are mostly on the spot with only a few lines i've been saving (used to good effect here) this is a ton of run, i encourage anyone to pick up the practice |
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tee hee ARCHIE you are SOOOOOO badass...ehehhe righteous rhymes......dissing tits......ohhhhh you be asking for it =0) tits....you came right back, your rhymes are TIGHT!! jimisteele......you are damn good!! *wishes she could freestyle....practice practice practice* |
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OMG! i challenge archrival!! |
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Tits check it....Round 2 Archie Style. Expected much better…..Titsworth got NO SKILLS/ Take desperate-messures.. get more feedback than 4.0 students receivin college acceptance-letters/ I don't respect the jesture/ Tits is just a comedian/ Your lines make me go like arggh, then I laugh/ You washed up like takin-baths/ This A-hole thought he could win but like a slain Quasimodo I knocked that hunch/ Spiking the refreshments at prom is the only time you rock a punsch/ I had to lower my sonar to detect bars/ Leave your head spinnin when i inject stars/ Similar to persuasive plastic surgeons, I suggest scars/ Get ya flesh-charred-to-bits-tits/ Ya not as hard-as-this-tits/ I cant spot ya skills.. ZOOM-mode……. ”smoked up your corpse”.. to leave this groupie Tomb-Stoned/ Leavin wombs closed, stickin you with more dental bills than hockey players/ without mouth guards/ cant get words across a silent room if you shout hard/ Would not be fat if you were to sprout lard/ Couldve beatin ya witout-bars/ Instead of more torture I'll make death arrive in an instance guy/ Puny peon you cant step to "Archrival", now watch this "Princess Di"/ And why u dissin ”jada and beans” when u aint got half of their talent/ Why u licking beans ass and kissin jadakiss nuts, thats just flagrant/ When u mention their names it only giving them props/ Twist your mind when I convey warmth that flares your eyes/ 1) Tits is ill and 2)he just won this battle...now you "pair-a-lies"/ So yall know-the-winner…Archrivals flows ”stick out” more than HARD ONS wit open-zippers/ Coppin rippers, im placin threats on ya neck/ Read this n invest in some specs, ”Tits” so wack he thought cypherin was sex on the net/ spittin weak writtens against Archrival...the only the outcome would have led to survival/ Throw ya corpse on an opponent, and leave you dead-on-a'rrival.. hehe |
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Right then Titsworth and Archrival, I'm going to take you both on: Muthafuckin bitchin' Muthafuckin bitchin' Titsworth and Archrival are muthafuckin' bitchin' Bitchin' at each other so much it leacves me fuckin skitchin' They're just a coupla middle-class computer geek twats Who think they're fuckin playaz - what a load of fucking shit. |
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Oh, and I forgot to add that they both take themselves far far FAR too seriously. |
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hey "people" hows it going |
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huh |
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LOL |
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manicminer: Que??? "Oh, and I forgot to add that they both take themselves far far FAR too seriously." I hope that was sarcasm.... I really, really hope youre not serious.. |
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verse 3 --- Throw your corpses in the air and wave them side to side/ Archrival tried to step to me but my rap style's bonafide/ See, I'm a cranky old man like Mr. KRS/ Tired of people here talking about hip-hop cos only father knows best/ You know what else?/ I realized this during sex:/ I'm glad this is only text/ Because caffeine addicts hide coke lines under the bass lines/ You can't disgrace mine/ You'll never grace mine/ Put Archrival over my knee like his boyfriend and procede to break spine/ You are wasted time/ The following is what a good day make/ Stocks and bonds, and, uh, stalking blondes/ Acetate/ is where I press my rhymes/ Artist's portrait of Archrival: APC Soap Scum and dirt-grime You can quit knockin my hunch/ I'll finish you up before I finish my lunch/ Emcees are tastier than Trish when I'm tugging on her fish/ Archrival ride high and paralyze those thighs?/ BWOY, you wish/ You'll be lucky if she lets you even gargle her spit/ Fucking sissies, y'all some Pretenders like Chrissie/ Arch, I forgive you, you don't have to be live in your verse/ My necro lyrics can fuck you even dead, it don't have to hurt/ Go ahead and Roc it Ruff/ I ain't a hater like Reflex/ I just prefer rappers that aren't dressed in spandex/ Reading your lyrics is like taking NyQuil, it puts me to sleep/ But don't let me stop you God, I'm just trying to eat/ Never repeat, keeping it fresh is the necessary/ I carry these European-American relations like an emissary/ Simply revolutionary/ Living in a beautiful place/ somewhere in this nation/ Never boarded in Canada/ because I'm not a Cannuck/ My feelings about hockey?/ I don't give a puck/ All I ask is they let me borrow one of those sticks/ So I can smash Archrival's face in, like a ton of bricks |
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best rhyme ever: "Due to my ability to flow with agility I take my place amongst the nobility but fuck the futility cuz my mobility is upwards but my cupboards be bare like Hubbard's and it's killin me!" Anyone who can guess who wrote that gets a pat on the back |
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Ok Here WE GO round three!!!!! Archrival'll leave ya nose smashed from the crass blows, I throw cats/ like tits, split ya thorax, so when ya flow raps I can see right through ya whole act/ This is a composed wrath, so guard ya linguistic scripts, because defeatin Archrival is harder than chinese arithmetic/ You won't see the light of day as if an eclipse just hit or chicks whos quick to get rid of kids like ”Tits”/ Please kid…don't ridicule yourself/ As I run all up through ya house as if im filmin Cribs/ This little punk is like an abused spouse, punches come and youre just used to it/ When it comes to mic skills im like Jordan with his, you portrayin a dykes thrills as if youre enjoyin ”the 'licks”/ Let me throw you a tip, ive slashed the abs of pricks just from my sadistic adlibs/ When it comes to a lyrical gift, you just the saddest like my peoples who aint never had shit/ Oh so ya thoughts are demented?, but like paragraphs, my lines are known to leave ya jaws indented/ You can't see me as if I spit from a car thats tinted, I spill out more threats than most forceful tenants/ Plus, I shatter the rep of one of aphextwin.nus wacker vets/ TITSWORTH!!!!! You couldnt elevate ya flow if ya spit from ladder steps!!/ I fucking beat you, take that shit like a fucking man, and stop coming with those gay ass/ ”Put Archrival over my knee like his boyfriend and procede to break spine”/ Disentergrate your ryhmes, written ryhmes and hot lines like broken enzymes/ The fire from my pen ignites, so I lite a fuse at the end of your lifeline/ You stepped on more times than puddles/ Im disceting you to leave you into more pieces than puzzles/ You fuckin homo, even your own peeps calling you cuddles/ ”Tits”, heard that they calling you ”Hankie”/ but you were pyscially imparied everytime you got panky/ And after your little accident, we see you wearin the panties… hehe |
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So who won round 1, 2 and 3?? Let the voting begin. |
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OHHHH archie is getting DOWN to biznasss.....ahhahah hey isn't there ONE more round.....4 rounds right?? this is great stuff btw: TITSWORTH!!!!! You couldnt elevate ya flow if ya spit from ladder steps!!/ I fucking beat you, take that shit like a fucking man, and stop coming with those gay ass/ ”Put Archrival over my knee like his boyfriend and procede to break spine”/ Disentergrate your ryhmes, written ryhmes and hot lines like broken enzymes/ *wonders what tits will come back wit* keep it goinggggggggggg =0) |
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Sup "Tits"! this is going to be a classic too Nice battle ;) |
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To the spectators: Where does your allegiance lie? I'm sided with Archrival. |
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Cabbog: Peace :) |
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