lyrical battle, your own lyrics on the spot,

ok,

like a hip hop battle but in text, no using other peoples lyrics, but if its accidental then ofcourse its not your fault and it wont matter,

you have to make it up ont he spot, and to prove it you have to directly battle/diss/conflict with the last post, (one ontop of yours)

dont make it too long, but not just a couple of words either, you have to,

i will start off with a little something to get it going,


peace.

 

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talking metaphorically, on the topic of general philosophy, if lao tzu had a mic he'd sound like empty force of chi, because you cant hear empty, i understand that logicaly, but maybe you can see what im saying, because i spit vividly, your ok on the outer bodily shockingly stopping me not kidding not likely passing me, grasping the task at hand maybe, but what about the in?, i compare you to scientology logicaly on the outside you seem fine, but when you check whats inside i say its a crime to the mind,


peace.

 

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Listening to tunes,
in a crowded room,
when I philosophize,
you're heart goes boom.

But I get a rise,
from members I despize,
look at me fly,
are you surprised?

time to wrap up,
and get back to,
the serious side,
of the forum and youse

 

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your lyrics must be shit, coz your spitting out your rectum,
your realy not equipped, to be shinning in my spectrum,
i can be compared to the 4th ionization, your way back at level one,
with that IQ why are your lyrics still dumb?,
you cant even walk, so quit trying to run,
i would hit your weak ass with some punchlines,
but fuck it im done,

 

Not bad, not bad,
who you callin' a fad?
I rap and rhyme
all the time

Just give me time,
and let me flow,
hear the beat?
it's lock and load

 

no i dont hear the beat, and you wont get time to load,
i spit accapella to defeat, then lyricaly let my desert eagle explode,
written magnum calibur mode, in a semi auto structure,
when my birds fly they leave scars like excalibur,
you amature, lyricaly retarded word scavenger,
i spit a short rythem scripture, that paints 1000 words like a picture,

 

While your words paintin pictures,
Mine flyin to hit ya,
Like a tornado full of swords...sure to dismember,
And I'm standin in da center, it’s a lyrical blender,
Straight choppin MC's that try to remember,
All the names of slain SciFoRap members....
And for anyone left, I got the ultimate rhythm
My flows reach out and grab the very essence of time,
Rewind, and make this verse flow in the back of ya mind
Until it re-patterns ya neurons and make them mine
And finally integrates with your DNA wind
So even ya kid's will remember how I kick dat behind,
Again, Again, Again, in the back of they mind

 

Chi:

You seem to be watching, too much t.v,
you should turn off, that Eminem DVD
there's more rappers about, than just the one,
"life is easy", yeah you live with your mum.

But don't twist this about, and try to make out,
that I'm a hypocrite, just 'cos I spit,
nasty and real, if you can't feel,
the words that I say, rewind and replay.

 

leave kid lone. him doing his best
when i see round here, all the apa-THY
i get really mean, and put people to the test, sleepin sleepin mthhas them sleepin too loooong, they aint even got excuse of usin BONG

 

Jeepers creepers hand me some pills
If I have to read any more bad rapping
I'll be heading for them hills

Force of chi ends his rap with 'peace'
his tireless 'all me' threads
never seem to cease

Duendy talks of patriarchy this and patriarchy that
never does she tire
of that repetative rap

There are others too many to mention
who haven't yet graced
This diabolical convention

Then there is me,
who's rhyming is crap
so here I retire from my effort at rap

 

Come on Chi, I was only jokin',
it's fun I like, to be pokin',
at you, yeah at you
come on back,
with your at-tude.

 

spectrum is a fool
and he aint got no cool
already he's failed the game and broken the rule
he aint followed the last post
who he is supposed to be dissin'
guess he's just chasing' chi
who's ass he is kissin'

 

so chi chi, again it is me
why is this rapping thing
In forum general philosophy?

Anyone can see its not at home
its an art/culture thing
if you want to lower their tone

Why don't you join my 'all stars' man
you can vote for yourself
and be your own number 1 fan

 

As the poets have not replied
I win by default
because this thread has died

 

Kissing ass?
Err,
I haven't a clue,
what's being talked about, by you

You must be tainted,
your soul can't be clean,
was it your wife,
who took you in your teens?

Me I'm still on the road,
in my mid-twenties,
single and proud,
drinking every night
smokin' too, but that's not cool,
that's just a habit,
call me a fool,
but it's hard to follow,
Mr Nice,
and his genius,
he's trapped us in a vice.

So to be free,
to be without needs,
is a hard state to be,
but give me time,
and I'll bring it about,
I'll turn it on,
and come around.

 

There aint no talent in this thread
I may as well hang up my lyrics
and go to bed

 

bed, at this time?
it's half past-three,
where I am,
the sun's out for me.

 

Ok Spectrum
so you can tell the time
shame that u just can't
make a groovy rhyme

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i come back to the thread post and see spit like a dead roast,
instead of replying seperate i burn you all with 1 toast,
i dont care if your atheist i still send you to the ghost,
most of your rhymes are way behind my time,
you look like a caveman trying to construct a doctrine,
i leave you behind in anouther realm of existence,
whatever your thinking ive already lived this,
your biz is my biz if you put it in my vis,
so when i reach in your bowl with your own chopsticks,
i dont wanna hear you complaining about shit,
remaining with what clip? i empty you out like after shootout,
without a doubt the bout is mine, i shoot out the mouth without my 9,
a theory thats realy relative is that your wasting my time,
and duendy and spectrum where the fuck you learn to rhyme?
this aint ABC jackson this is action time,
quit busting those half assed amature lines,


peace.

 

I aint got no time
for that half arsed rhyme
it barely makes sense
the language too dense
only at the end
do the insults flow
meanwhile the pace
man too slow
lets talk about chi
and his itchy itchy
ego that climbs walls
never thinks before he falls
just tells us his mighty
when really he's way flighty
needs to get grounded
adopt posture more rounded
stop trying to sing
about you being our king
while your soul maybe pure
you just aint demure
you big yourself up
want the winners cup
you will just keep losing
cos while your threads are cruising
your following is kids
who still showing skids
on their pants