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Lord_Meth Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 11:32 AM | Message # 1

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Here are the best battles/verses of the battle forum, past and present to be remembered for eternity

But ONE RULE of posting
No POSTING UR OWN MATERIAL
because if we did that everyone will only post their own stuff so post OTHER PEOPLES VERSES because itll mean more to them and other people


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eboyd Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 11:32 AM | Message # 2

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Verse 1, me:

so you wanna talk anatomy? OK then, but it'll be a calamity/
you'll leave with a cracked clavicle, rhymes uprooted like radicals/
exit this battle scared, claming you're on sabbatical/
my rhymes are non-combatable. technique's too grammatically strategical/
don't try to come hard with an elevated vocabulary/
'cause i'll dissect your mistakes and rip out your capillaries/
crush your meta carpals forcing you to drop the mic/
smash your tarsals. my soliloquy is unlike/
your rudimentary recycled rhymes, poorly rehashed/
i'm like Muhammad Ali in a featherweight boxing match/
my rhymes are both evil and evangelical/
omnipresent, encaptruing and quite helical/
so if you wanna step up, know i leave lyrical hematomas/
from rhymes that radiate and create melanomas.


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"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

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7-0-0

eboyd Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 11:33 AM | Message # 3

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Verse 2, me:

...like drum loops, quite cyclical. i'm coming back and ripping you/
make you fictional like half dead corpses. i'm dissing you/
on each line, misused rhymes get entwined/
in my web. i'm taking you for a ride/
around the universe and back again/
consider this both the beginning and the end/
like a serial killer, a vicious cycle is born/
i reJoyce at your Wake leaving your grave site scorned/
i allowed you to battle. your sinful rhymes should've been stuck/
but you added 111 to triple sixes and found some luck (666 + 111 = 777)/
you tried to ILLUMINATE me, but you couldn't see the light/
so after i finish abusing you like you do words you must drop the mic/
and i'll LAMINATE the rules and post them for all to see/
then maybe you'll understand the reason you cannot defeat me/
my rhymes are anything but typical or ancient like heiroglyphical/
come back as if they're elliptical...


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erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

eboyd Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 11:33 AM | Message # 4

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Verse 3 (more of a diss track), me:

(verse 1)

On April 20th, a child was born/
A bitch motherfucker from Melbourne/
But born in Brisbane. I state his name in vain/
Alex, you’re about to be slain/
This Kat wanted to step up and got dogged/
Your rhyming style’s too thin, like a marathon you jogged/
23, stands 6’3”, 82 kg/
But inch for inch, kilo for pound, you’ll get murked by me/
From the land of VIC because you’re Very InConsistent/
But I’ll hand it to you, you are quite persistent/
You keep coming with wack rhymes trying to compare to me/
But you ain’t getting bigga, Aussie Digga, you’re scared of me/
This Soldier gets Killed In Battle Always/
Now sit back and watch as the body decays/
Because I’m about to make him take his last breath/
The only graf’s (graphs) he’ll be making will be plotting his death.

(hook)[2x]

Kill or sit contemplatin'/
It's total devastation/
Belligerent annihilation/
Analyze your manifestation.

(verse 2)

Now I’ma resurrect you, no I won’t let you rest in peace/
So tell me, just how sick is grease?/
I’ll make you shit yourself. Cover you in feces/
That’s what you get for making up words like Creasey/
So demented and beastly, I’ll kill you in Cali then bury you in DC/
Climb through your PC and make your I’s (eyes) Crooked like Hip Hop Weekly/
I can rip you apart sloppy or neatly. It’s your choice/
Your rhymes ain’t plastic because they’ve been melted down/
By my superior molecular structure, turning you into a useless compound/
I’m profound and insane, your weak sound is inane/
I’m supreme like Coltrane, you’ll be found in a drain/
My rhymes are murder mysteries, yours are ancient history/
Like Babylon or the stories in the Koran/
I’m programmed to kill just like a Mermadon/
And you won’t be found unlike Nemo/
Especially since your last line sounded emo.

(hook)

(verse 3)

So now it’s time to mourn you, lay your body to rest/
‘cause I brought armor piercing bullets for your lyrical vest/
Put you to the test, you failed, I prevailed/
Sorry partner, but my style is too detailed/
I make inferior emcees bow in my presence/
For my rhymes that ensue exude effervescence/
Of hip hop I am the essence, so learn from my lesson/
Or end up like this chump who got dumped without question/
So next time you use words that are big know how to use them/
‘Cause I’ll turn them around if you decide to abuse them/
As for perpetrating emcees, I don’t accuse them/
I just sit back and flat out lose them/
Because it’s too easy, y’all rappers are sleazy/
So maybe next time someone can step up and defeat me/
But until then I am the champion/
And I’m unsure that it can be done.


my new theme song



erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

eboyd Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 11:33 AM | Message # 5

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this one is easily one of the best of recent times. Meth's last verse against Ace Kat:

Im gonna win regardless, like a god with no limbs
Im heartless, inspired with the drive within
Ima lace Ace with a deep base, and flick his face
Check the plays and restart because of delays
This is basic lyricism, compacted with tons of synonyms
I leave niggaz bodied, with no regrets for condemning them
Im the roundest loop, u still square like an algebratic equation
Take away my mic and u'll see a horrifying mutation
Im the 2nd Coming like the nut I created u with
U a failed shit, another premature infant
Black cop, Kat stop before u get ahead of ur legs
U leanin too close to the gillotines, somebody call the meds
I leave MCs dead, left John on his deathbed
Beast been fed with lead, Im the Son and I said
Let he who is without skill cast the last diss
Acekat Im preaching about u, u might wanna listen to this
Here is wisdom. Let Him hath understanding count the number of this bitch
For it is the number of the man; and his number his six hundred, threescore and six
El Muerte is ur nick and u go by this?
U the beast of the bitches and u cant even count the nanometers of ur dick
U disgust me, u'll need latex just to touch me
It must be like an Aethist would think, Im just lucky
Im the harbinger of rap, with a swarm of locust at my back
With one job from mty staff, they'll swarm on an attack
My punchlines r like Fission Bombs, better known as the Atomic Bomb
Test my CRT and get annihilated like Hiroshima
This is the Cold War heated up, fresh from the grill
This Soviet needs to check it before we end our Treaty Deal
Im taking it there, leave ya like a Nagasaki survivor in intensive care
Peel off ya scalp, Im the new definition of fear
Dispite the wear and tear, Im still here
We waiting for the end, but the first Four Seals already appeared
The White Horse of my wraith goes on to conquest the globe
The Red Horse goes on to take away peace and replace it with War
The Black Horse creates famine, drought, and Mass starvation
Can u see the annticipation, when ur facing
The Pale Horse is awakening, with Hell at his beckoning
The next 3 Seals shatter, u can hear Lucifer's laughter
The Seventh Seal causes Silence in the Heavens
Thus causing natural disasters more devasting than nuclear weapons
This is wat happens when ur battlin the 2nd Coming and it backspins
Let this be a lesson to any MC who come flexin
Im testin ur Knowledge like a professor in college
Wats the hottest star in our Solor System, u like Oh Fuck Im bombin this!!!
Wat produces piss? By a process called filtration
Im lacin ur brain with the basics and ur already wincin
Acekat cant fuck with me, he should only diss me involuntarily
Cause he'd have a better chance of out-smoking Whitney, than ever beatin me


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erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

Meth Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 11:33 AM | Message # 6

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Probably one of the most clever and unoticed concept disses by Eboyd in his battle against Muzzy now known as Emseed

metaphorically maniacal, making mature MCs minor/
underdeveloped and uninspired. euthanasia's required/
zealous zeitgeists zeroed in on. zilch reached the zenith/
zestful zen zaps zeroes 'cause i'm a genius/
you're yet to yield the Yukon flow of the young king/
mutilated undeniably. Zorro's zest. yes, it's blinding

He uses Muzzy's letters and uses the letters thru each line

Meth Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 11:34 AM | Message # 7

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This was one of my personaly favs when E busted Lapennello for biting (tho it wasnt comfirmed whether he did or not)

Quote (muzzy)
hey what are you talking about you can't more than once? or at least i can't.

not for the same person, but for more than one person.

Quote (NtG)
kidnap you real fast and your daughter too,

Quote (laPennello)
Must understand this ain't no joke when I kidnap your Daughter/

hello children, welcome to Hip Hop 101/
todays lesson: how to battle correctly, alright son?/
now open your books to page 22/
read what it says below the bold print out loud, um, you/
yes, the Italian kid, you're first, that's right/
read what it says in the section titled "Don't Bite!"

Meth Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 11:34 AM | Message # 8

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This is NtG's best verse that I could find in the battle thread I think it deserves a spot in the Hall of Fame

alright nailing them off one by one ima start with eboyd,
your rhymes just get dumb & dumber like harry and lloyd,
i hear you drive up to the candy shop and pick up boys,
then have them stick their dicks you so you receive joy,
next up is method man, you really need to stop fighting,
even though all your really repping is garbage rhymes and cock biting, (John vs meth battle on E's dick)
hey kiba welcome to the plate, batter up, strike three, your shit is fake,
now step back from the batters box, into the dugout and tell me how failure tastes,
here ya go john, you have less lyrical talent than AGSilver has posts,
without me in the battle tournament, you know the whole things a hoax,
now im out like porky the pig "th-th-t-th-th-thats all folks",

eboyd Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 11:34 AM | Message # 9

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this classic diss from EmSeed:

buddy you'll break your back, trying to make a rap,
you'll get slayed infact, you've strayed off track,
i portray you as wack, in dismay you'll be smacked,
twirl you in swirl from this verbal attack,
your sterile, i shat, all over what you spat,
il need to wipe you off the map, with a towel off the rack,
to spite your foul bullcrap, i don't care, fightin' fair?
i sever clever never cheat, but you'd have to, to compete,
and stampede with this elite, i stamp heat,
with you in the envelope, to send you to defeat,
iv been dope, since i first burst from out my seat,
and made a pen stroke, il be grim and reap,
your dreams when you sleep, im not neat, i flow clean, il sweep,
this bug under the rug, you'll get swatted, fuel iv got it,
i can be on and off topic, at the very same time,
contrary to a plain rhyme, or inject next, something in the deck complex,
whatever context, your shit disconnects like ship wrecks,
you slump like rubish dump, or have this slugish chump,
buried in the forest, like a dumb gump.


my new theme song



erikboyd60@hotmail.com

"True poetry can communicate before it is understood"

-T.S. Eliot

battle record:

7-0-0

Deadly-Sin Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 11:35 AM | Message # 10

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You the kat who acts like his hardcore ready for war
you sound like you would rob a liquor store actting violent
you actting brawl waging war with a warriror you need an alliance
but i spit full raw n break ya bones to the core and put you in silence
dont entervien whats in between il strike ya spleen full horrified screem
leaving you where the grimreaper been sydneys murder scene
you dont even stand a chance to dance you a dead dying plant
an ant gonna be crushed with an avalanch
you better get sobber kiba the kat il treat you like a fat chick
after a hangover im lucky like the 4 leaf clover
your life is over comming at me like you could stand over
until i lyricaly drive ya in to the concrete victory is sweet
i got you beat if you was a vegetarian id feed you meat
like a paraplegic you cant walk no more
il leave you line out n chalk and inject ya 3rd neck with pork

my last verse in kiba vs me (my best verse iv ever done in a battle in the group)

EmSeeD Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 4:35 PM | Message # 11

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Kiba's last verse in his battle with me

untouchable lyrical individual, always formidable/
non stereotypical raps cause im more spiritual/
then ghosts that are invisible, invincible to your unintellectual/
homosexual wack shit thats getting beyond habitual/
im connected to hip hop like a baby attached to the umbilical/
from the mental to the physical im taking this lyrical shit to the pinnacle/
my brains a rapping institution natural like evolution/
im the street scientist, like a phat isaac newton/
performing battle executions with my educational solutions
iv paid my contributions in this underground/
about to start a revolution through wisdom distribution/
check my style its hardcore and find some new words then ‘you all’, before you start war/
kiba bringing the ish like a taskforce/
equipped with double edge mics like i was darth maul/
lightsaber flavour rhyme sayer, who’s words shatter glass doors/
straight out of a crew called the choosen few/
emseed i be destroying you and only doing what a real emcee supposed to do/
lighting up the skies so bright you can still see with your eyes closed/
with rhyme flows that are dangerous like walking tightropes with blindfolds/
design divine line codes for journeys to a higher plain/
where irie reigns and you get blessed with supernatural brains/
im the kyza sosa mafioso vocal type souljah/
already got the money and respect, you know this war is over

kiba's 2nd verse in battle with me

Spontaneous combustion always keeps my movement turbo thrustin/
show up on the scene trailed by gale force winds gusting/
busting through obstruction with perfection like a wrecking ball/
prepare for the fall cause my call is law/
blood now turns from cold to warm as i perform a animality/
on emseed’s brain that’s too shallow to see the fatality/
it aint no abnormality the way i burn a rapper like calories, bring on your cavalry/
and peep the rap bonanza stands up my stanzo/
my style keeps getting flyer plus posh like kato danzo/
or dross, your style is paper thin like kate moss/
feel at loss cause you know how my steez must go/
im cutting up mic cords to umbilical/
with syllable upon syllables my rap styles un killable/
when i get this down it becomes immortalized, shits looking fortified perfect for ur 3rd eye/


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Lord_Meth Date: Saturday, 22/Nov/08, 6:08 PM | Message # 12

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Splice the mic with me and it'll make a circuit
Eazing your brain to pudding so I'm gonna stir it
Getting deep as a turnip rapping fast I get burn lips//
Raps raw as crabs and sour as tree saps larger than three maps
I put together enemies like teeth gaps//
NB Nick rarely stumbles he keeps his balance
No chance to rhyme cause I roll 50 sided dices on average//
Intellegence far from allegiance so ladies n gents
Prepare to get ur knowledge robbed like gas stations//
I get better by the second, they call me lemon//
Cause I squeeze sour rhymes on beats, then make em sweet//
Take a seat and dont make a peep// when flowing I get leaks//
So I tighten my tubes with sheets before lyrics reach the knees//
I go back with the rawness pulling me like a harness
Throwing rhymes like passes depends whos the farthest//
...some guy i met last year on y/t but he closed his account

LMAO only battles from this site Sodr LMAO


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Lord_Meth Date: Saturday, 06/Dec/08, 8:51 PM | Message # 13

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Here goes Kiba's Last verse from the old site with his battle from Lapennello in the BTS Tourney it kinda has an Killa Priest feel

Kiba:

laPennello is at loss, for steping up sounding that soft/
i couldnt give one toss, cause you know im boss/
il nail you to a cross, then make you pay the ultimate cost/
just for a offhanded offering, to the darklords offspring/
you using guns sounds ridiculous, im meticulous/
taking all your particulars down like i had vehicular access/
to your street, this hunt is almost complete/
but not over till im hitting up dead meat/
il plant my rhymes in your head on repeat/
mentally my telepathy further stains on braincells, like i was leprosy


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Lord_Meth Date: Sunday, 14/Dec/08, 9:45 PM | Message # 14

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Heres the most recent verse to date and its from Pnoble the Lyricist

kool moe dee vs busy bee
ice cube diss tracks on eazy-e/
soulja boy e-wars with ice-t
cam'ron jim jones vs jay-z/
nas's short battle with memphis bleek
eminem XZibit dr.dre vs Jermaine dupri/
50 cent vs wu tang and big pun
look at the comparisons u c wats wrong?/
u vs me is in the same class
all of em are all a hip-hop mis match/
u really think dat u can win dis shit?
dats like rakim lose n a battle 2 will smith/
Lil mama rip n up MC Lyte
soulja boy with better flow then crooked I/
da shits impossible its not even logical
dat shows when i get on a roll im unstoppable/
and hand and hand combat u could never beat me
dats like UFC vs WWE/
the day dat you'll ever beat me
T.I. will out rap O.C.,lil wayne would knock the rap out of kool G/
jackie chan would destroy bruce lee
a 5th grader would rip kiba like loose leave/
paper,c dese things will neva happend
all they are is a bad mis match and/
we r in,dat category so u can not impress
im a 1 man D.I.T.C.,lyrical threat/
u not in my league im national u american
you'll get X'd out like the flag of the confederate/
and if u think im say n dis 2 him cuz im hate n
i'll squeeze the fluids out this grape nigga and turn him 2 a raisin/


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EmSeeD Date: Friday, 23/Jan/09, 2:15 AM | Message # 15

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kool moe dee vs busy bee
ice cube diss tracks on eazy-e/
soulja boy e-wars with ice-t
cam'ron jim jones vs jay-z/
nas's short battle with memphis bleek
eminem XZibit dr.dre vs Jermaine dupri/
50 cent vs wu tang and big pun
look at the comparisons u c wats wrong?/
u vs me is in the same class
all of em are all a hip-hop mis match/
u really think dat u can win dis shit?
dats like rakim lose n a battle 2 will smith/
Lil mama rip n up MC Lyte
soulja boy with better flow then crooked I/
da shits impossible its not even logical
dat shows when i get on a roll im unstoppable/
and hand and hand combat u could never beat me
dats like UFC vs WWE/
the day dat you'll ever beat me
T.I. will out rap O.C.,lil wayne would knock the rap out of kool G/
jackie chan would destroy bruce lee
a 5th grader would rip kiba like loose leave/
paper,c dese things will neva happend
all they are is a bad mis match and/
we r in,dat category so u can not impress
im a 1 man D.I.T.C.,lyrical threat/
u not in my league im national u american
you'll get X'd out like the flag of the confederate/
and if u think im say n dis 2 him cuz im hate n
i'll squeeze the fluids out this grape nigga and turn him 2 a raisin/

i wasn't feeling that one as much too much this versus that, but here's one from Pnobles last battle

Pnoble 1st verse against 11th Plague

you better bring yo A-Game when u spit wit da truth
dey should call me 10th plague cuz im sicker den u/
on da streets you can get smoked like the color of yo words
and yo fam could get whacked like the rhyme n of yo verbs/
you aint a smart ass battle n me makes u a dumb 1
dey think my 40 cali tom cruise cuz it's da top gun/
you known 2 get stomp on a battle like pavement on da floor
you scared? i got yo body shake n like a video whore/


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