Charles Posted May 15, 2003 Share Posted May 15, 2003 Yo. Yo. Check it. I'm gonna murda this fool. Instead of hitting the books He's gonna be hit with hooks Because this is rhyming school. And I hear the first bell It's time to send this playa to sparring hell I can't quell this rage that's building up inside me So I'm gonna take Charlie to the learning tree I'm the professor So don't expect anything lesser From the original Otaku MC This imposter can't beat me His game can't even compare I won't even bother talking to him Because I don't talk to myself, he's all air You ain't no Heaven's Cloud You're blowing nothing but smoke Everyone knows the ending to this joke Knock Knock Who's there? It's doctor C-Money You're in the hospital Charlie Because Crazy White Boy wrecked you with care. Word. -For life. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted May 15, 2003 Share Posted May 15, 2003 [color=indigo]Chaz Mataz you just a big punk you've messed with me and now you'll get skunked though you already need a shower cause your fear stinks like rancid clam chowder rancid clam chowder rancid clam chowder with every new word your rhyme grows sour you made a false move now you'll be douvoured I ain't Al Roaker I'm Oprah and your antacid powder. And though your stomach churns I ain't the cure for the burn I am just an old teacher so sit down and learn how to bust phat ryhmes time after time you've commited a crime you've stolen my dime your like Rowdy Piper fighting Hulk Hogan it may end in a draw but I got the best slogan "Eat more Cat" will leave you dead and groaning WORD, LIFE![/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles Posted May 15, 2003 Author Share Posted May 15, 2003 Ain?t none of y?all know the game like I know it Yeah, yeah Let?s get this sh*t started Charlie, you?re right, this class is in session And it looks like I just learned my first lesson You?re a traveler, scholar and a wet dreamer Blowing more smoke than a malfunctioning steamer But your words are duller than a lawn mower With no blade and you flow like molasses but much slower And you?re comparing yourself to fat Opera You can?t go much lower So let?s end all the suspicion And call a mortician Because you can say this or that But when you dis a cat It?s time for me to reel back and knock you flat I know that I was the original offender But I suggest you wave the white flag and surrender Or else you?ll get wrecked in this fender bender So mark that sh*t you wrote ?Return to sender? It?s time for you to pay the piper Because my words are more venomous Than a kiss from a viper You talk about all this disrupting All this corrupting I checked your bio son And your location should say ?on the run? I?ve got you now. It?s all over now And I?ll tell you how Kid, you ain?t floating in a daydream You?re struggling upstream So take your a$s back to Anime Lounge where you belong Because you can?t hang for long with this harsh song My words is real and sublime I?ve learned all the lessons I need from father time And now we?ll see if you can keep up with this rhyme Let me end with some words of advice Make your words sing dawg, make me feel them first Cause you almost put me to sleep with your last verse If you want to bore me to death you might win It?s your turn, coma time, guilty as sin. :folds arms: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted May 15, 2003 Share Posted May 15, 2003 [color=indigo]Cut the music while I bust a dope rhyme Chaz, you best back up before you cross that fine line you say I'm on the run but you are full of crap you better shut your mouth before you get biatch slapped So you think you are tough So you think you are hard you best watch out cause I am a wild card you ain't no Neo This ain't no matrix you are just a little gimp and I'm the dominatrix you wear a leather suit and I got a big whip get on your knees before I bust your lip Since you are in position Lets discuss yours you might be an admin but I find you quite a bore You aren't to bright a little light in the brain you are just a frail version of a man named James You think you have class you think you have power but you called me out and now your shiat's gone sour This is my time so enjoy your last hour you just cower in the corner while I bust mad skills I bet all of this abuse will make you pop pills here take my gun and end your farce I'm the one true Charlie you are just an arse WORD LIFE![/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles Posted May 16, 2003 Author Share Posted May 16, 2003 Aw, hell naw son It's time for me to pull your plug Drop you like a spent slug Kill you where you stand All right everyone, give this poser a hand Because it's time for me to snap on you like an old rubber band I'm a monster truck and you're a Miata And now I'm gonna abuse you like an overstuffed piñata I rule OtakuBoards with an iron fist That means I own you, and you're my b*tch You claim to be a wild card, but you ain't nothin' but craps As unattractive as Semjaza Azazel wearing leather chaps You're manufactured, plastic like something from Fisher Price Don't make me say this twice You're like Macaulay Culkin but broker Making false predictions like Al Roker To hang with me you have to have the bare essentials But I've checked and you don't have the credentials So, now that you're spent go run to Queen Asuka Before I blast you like a rhyming bazooka I can smell your fear, it's satisfying like home cooked suppa Your half-a$s raps are my bread and butta Now hold on before you reply And listen to this guy Who's Sharper than Hugh Jackmen, faster than a Chinaman Who leaves a scar Who's scarier than any mothaf**ka from GWAR I should change your name to "Beat" 'cause that's what you are Can your slow and steady words win the race? Kid, I just danced all over your face. Because you can't keep up with this pace So, Heaven's Cloud Let me say this nice and clear and loud Just submit, just submit Just submit to this undying wit. Holla. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted May 16, 2003 Share Posted May 16, 2003 [color=indigo]Submit to your wit? But you are just a little twit you say you can?t be bested I haven?t even been tested Your whole rhyme?s a joke are you high on coke? your lyrics make no sense you ain?t got no defense you are being slaughtered like a cow butchered like a sow why don?t you take a bow? and run home right now and hide under your bed before I get in your head cuz my lyrical ability has unlimited agility I?m part Super Man Part Super freak I?ll hit you so hard you?ll be unable to speak I broadcast revolution I preach evolution I leave you lying in the gutter while your peeps all mutter how I took you down like a rodeo clown I speared you like a fish now I bet you just wish that you left me alone that you should have got stoned or died a quick death doing crystal meth cause I know you?re in pain I?m driving you insane I am like the two Duke boys and you are Rosco P Coltrane So catch me if you can Mr. Hugh Jackman you rap worse then you act and that is a stone cold fact. WORD LIFE [/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles Posted May 17, 2003 Author Share Posted May 17, 2003 [i]Iceghost, right now, this is strickly between Heaven's Cloud and myself. Others, such as Shinobi and Mitch have expressed interest in a rap battle royal. If Charlie is interested in having one of those, I'm game. But, keep in mind that triple posting and extreme vulgarity are prohibited on these boards. Plus, we refrain from using deragatory phrases concerning homosexuals.[/i] Now Heaven's Cloud, I won't get loud But I'll say the truth proud You're short-lived, just like Kevin And that dude is only four foot seven The Rick Hunter has become the Rick Hunted Your growth as a rapper's about to get stunted I can sense your jealousy It's pure heresy Earlier you compared me to James But let's pull back the reins There's no need to call names If being a replica of an ausse admin is my fate Then I'll belt out a loud "G'day mate!" For the record though I was a MASTERdeBATOR Before he was ever an administrator And he may have been your creator But if you continue to be a hater Then I'll have to be your deflator You'll get less favor than Ralph Nader When I pull a Darth Vader And sever your hand And decapitate you before it has the chance to land So, if you diss my personality What does that make you, you're just a crude imitation of me Signed yours truly, CWB PS I'm lock stock and barrel You're softer than a Christmas Carroll I'm the king and you're the peasant Nevertheless here's a Yule time present :Gives Heaven's Cloud the finger: It's time to listen to the voice of reason You're committing lyrical treason I'm disappointed that you've yet to be hushed But now you'll be shushed Cause it's high time this wildcard was royally flushed For peace sake I'll admit there's a lot at stake I'm more dangerous than a machete I'll dice you into confetti Spread your remains in the Serengeti You're a rapping Billy Holiday That should have never entered this fray Now go post your poem of the day But wait--Mitch owns you there And I own you here And I can smell your fear It's become crystal clear The end is near. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted May 17, 2003 Share Posted May 17, 2003 [color=indigo]I guess you can't understand what I've got planned with that little pea brain that's made out of sand I am a master of lyrics you are just He-Man on Ice I'll slice you in half with out thinking twice So you're the MasterDeBator I think you added a "De" you didn't listen to your Mom and now you can't see if you don't mind will you stop your stroke release your choke show me some respect before you go up in smoke your time in this world is growing short your Mom should've listened and pressed abort oh, I'm sorry was that line to hard well when you mess with me you shouldn't let down your guard I'm like Muhammed Ali with one exception, I'm rabid I charge like a thousand hornets swinging not jabbing I'll tear out you heart bite off your ears take my foot and plant it in your rear I'll rip off your face and wear it as hair just like Steve Buscehmi did in Con-Air As for a battle royal we can do an RPG but this little scuffles between you and me We both know there can be only one Charlie I'm gonna leave you dead, fat and bloated just like Chris Farley WORD LIFE[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles Posted May 18, 2003 Author Share Posted May 18, 2003 [size=1]Oh man, look at this guy He's funny isn't he All right, it's that time again Yo yo yo Listen up Vanilla Ice on steroids Your lines are so void I'm gonna play you like a game of Metroid That's why I find all of this abusing So very amusing So take a seat and get ready I'm gonna rock this beat nice and steady Just like your relationship with losing So you just keep on cruising Cause I'll deliver the ego bruising Overnight express, nothing less Fool, you're like a 76er taking on a Detroit Piston You take your shots on me but you keep on missin' I'm concocting a rap that'll make it impossible for you to defend And that ain't hard, cause if you had a nickel for your every brain cell You'd have no change to spend By now you should know That my rhymes are like a dress on J-Lo They're tight and revealing In this game, you're a wildcard and I'm an ace of spades that doesn't need concealing I know that my words exhibit as much dope as a urine test from Chris Farley So if you want, I'll be the only Charlie Farley up in this two man party You're the underdog in this piece You probably wonder why John Travolta didn't wear a toga in [i]Grease[/i] Don't you forget, I'm the mad scientist, you joker My sh*t's so scary it makes people scream like it's from Bram Stoker You stand out like a sore thumb Whose game has gone numb Like Gomer Pile if tried to battle Eminem in 8 Mile Now don't look so down dawg, just smile Although you can't keep up with this style You did manage to last a while Against the player slayer Who tore you apart layer by layer Who'll give you as much despair as you care to bare Until you finally disappear into thin air. Poof be gone. WORD LIFE Holla![/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted May 18, 2003 Share Posted May 18, 2003 [color=indigo]Did you see that fool Iceghost? I guess he thought he was a playa but his career had less highlights than James Spader but now that the fool?s been throw out the door it is time for me to settle an old score. I may be an underdog but you are a three legged cat I?ll throw you in a bag and beat you with a bat I?m like Barry Bonds and your still in little league your rhymes are nursery mine are filled with intrigue I am sure you are an ace and you?ve probably been spaded your mom listened to Bob Barker and became quite Jaded She was going to take you to the vet but you squirmed too much instead she lit a fire cracker between your legs there was a bang and a crunch At first I felt sorry for dissing a castrated feline but then you made a dumb move and hit me from behind dude, you should a swung harded cause I?m still on my feet you better turn and run before you get beat oh wait it is too late you already are beat you didn?t know it? you must be delirious from all of my heat I?m on fire my rap is so hot this rhyme is more dope then three ounces of pot so Charles let me leave you with one little phrase My rhymes see right through your cheap masquerade [/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles Posted May 18, 2003 Author Share Posted May 18, 2003 [size=1]It's too bad there are no other Charlies Anyone who talks about a brain made out of sand Is a man who could definitely use a hand So it's no mystery why Heaven's Cloud is only hanging on by a strand. And I should have swung harded? Dude, that line was just retarded. A rap battle without me as the winner is like Wallstreet without Gordon Gecko Freestyling is to me as Zelda is to Drake Desbreko So if the order ain't too tall Count me down y'all And we'll resume this kickin' brawl Three, two, one Let's go When someone is about to get in the way of harm We sound a special alarm Na-na na-na na-na na-na [b][i]NA-NA[/i][/b] Uh oh! Something's afoot that's criminal Cause there goes the [i]cat[/i] signal And here I am, safe at my computer terminal With a utility belt full of shrapnel Yet I'm getting tense Trying to ignite some suspense Because ever since this thing began, I've had you on the fence Over and over you recycle the same line And half the time, your sh*t don't even rhyme So do yourself a favor and suck on my nine Squeeze the trigger and turn your brain into slime In time with my fabulous chime Cause, unlike battling me, suicide isn't a punishable crime By the way, I'm not a big shouter So don't make me say this any louder I don't have any rancid clam chowder But I have a keg full of gun powder I'll blow you to helter skelter Where you'll find no shelter So just take a pause And realize the sh*t you be throwin' just ain't stickin' to the walls Oh, and you may be the dominatrix O_o And this might not be [i]The Matrix[/i] But, nevertheless, I have my fair share of special effects That I can use to put you under my hex This is [i]Jurassic Park[/i] and I'll gobble up your lyrics like a [b]C[/b]-Rex I won't relent Until you repent And I can tell that you're spent Facing a writer's block make of cement So run away Run away[/size] WORD TO YOUR MOTHER! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted May 19, 2003 Share Posted May 19, 2003 [color=indigo]Forgive me if this rap Isn?t as dope as the others I got a hangover while drinking with your ma Sally Struthers During the evening She asked me to do a charitable thing She asked me to feed the poor While she stuffed her face with ring-dings My head really hurts But it is not from the booze It is from those lame rhymes That you consistently use I am my own man You are just a puppet Your raps sound like nursery rhymes Who are you? Little Ms. Moppet? Or maybe you are Kermit the Frog That makes me Jim Hanson My lyrics are more deadly Then that fool Charlie Manson Speaking of death Your last rap put me in a Coma It had less skill Then a street hooker named Lola I bet you are a sensitive guy and women intimidate you That?s why the MasterDeBator Debates until his balls a blue I really shouldn?t insult you And mess with your mind You punish yourself enough You?ll probably go blind Oh was that a subject I already touched I guess you are just one dimensional Winning this battle is fun for me but for you it is essential I?ve made my mark in life You haven?t even made a dent Let out all you anger And frustration and vent You might as well get some use out of this game, get some therapy cause the prize is going to the one true Charlie and that is me? WORD DOGG [/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles Posted May 21, 2003 Author Share Posted May 21, 2003 All right All right I see how it is Now is the time, now is the place Ready or not, it's time for me to get in your face You offended me but I won't be shrill I'll just dance all over your grill So listen to the poetry that I so poetically spill Cause in this thread, I have more than time to kill It's Jack and Jill And only one of us can be the king of this hill The other will fall down While the other wears the crown. I was a Hammer Brother and now I'm a Warner Brother Unlike you, I won't use beat material that starts with "Your mother" You're Wile E. Coyote and I'm the Road Runner The official OtakuBoards two-fisted gunner Running circles around you couldn't be any funner These words that you're throwing at me Are more manufactured than a gadget from ACME Your tunes are completely looney More twisted than a spinarooni [b][i]Meep! Meep![/b][/i] You can't trap me You can't out rap me You can't verbally slap me You've been running for miles but you'll never catch me I'll drop you like an anvil Leave you craving an advil Watch me rain down the pounding fist of pain While you struggle in vain Screeching out of control like a runaway train I'm sorry I have to be so critical But you've gotten yourself into quite a pickel I can see your creativity slowing down to a trickel You rap like Ajeh or Shinobi You're on a rambling spree So, what's up doc? Did you ever think you could be a part of this flock Did you think that you could stop the rhymes that I rock? I'd have more of a challenge rapping against my sock This little competition's a lock You wanna talk about my moms being Sally Struthers? Well you're fruitier than Mr. Smuthers. No one'll be eating cakes but you'll be eating your words I'm one dimensional? For your sake, I hope your dry raps are unintentional Because apparently you're a stranger to the unconvential That's why you have zero potential But me, I'm phatter than a pork chop sandwich While you post flatter metaphors than Mitch And I've just blown your spot without a hitch Melted you like you're a wicked witch Proven that in this game you're just a glitch Take your judging back to Event Arena So that I can forget I've ever even seenya Because dude, you're not a rapper You're a ballerina Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted May 21, 2003 Share Posted May 21, 2003 [color=indigo]you are right I am a ballerina right now I'm dancing on your grave you've been buried under my rhymes ain't no way you'll be saved and you do remind me of that crazy road runner you better run away before I hit you with a stone cold stunner what WHAT you can't think of anything to say you don't even have one half the talent of Kid & Play but I'll give you some credit you are an unconventional rapper the only applause you get is when your roommate cuts the lights with the clapper clap on clap off I rhyme hard but you are soft I can't be beat I'm fresh from the streets you are just the cat from deliverance playing the banjo in the trees you mention Mitch, Shinobi, & Ajeh but all I need is Lady Mac I'll line you up and she'll give you all a B**** smack you best watch out cause that angel don't have wings she'll kick you in the crotch and make you sing like Michael Jackson that Ertha Kit wannabe the only pedophile on earth that can afford caviar and brie speaking of smelly cheese your rhymes sure do stink who did you learn to rap from Brittany Spears or Pink You remind me of Dorothy following the yellow brick road getting crapped on by flying monkeys that need to lighten their load so why don't you tap your read shoes and head back to OZ before I break you in half and you end up like Droz I guess its too late my rhymes have broke neck I gave you whiplash like a high speed car wreck why don't you go off and delete someone's post I don't think you want to stick around cause right now I'm gonna boast but to be honest I'm do all this praise I knocked you down and put you in a daze I am the best there was the best there is I am the Micheal Jordan of this biz my rhymes pack a harder punch then Oscar De La Hoya they are spicier then hot sauce made by Goya dude even if you joined the army and became "the best you can be" that wouldn't be enough to best me PEACE OUT![/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles Posted May 22, 2003 Author Share Posted May 22, 2003 [size=1]Awww, it's on now Here we go You're the hunted like Benecio Del Toro I'm a predator that leaves my mark like Zoro Your ship is sinking fast and I'm El Capitán I'm a hip hop black belt, a rapping mad man I'll turn you Red just like Elite Leave you laying at my feet Aiken just like Clay I might not be as talented as Kid & Play But, hey, [i]you[/i] couldn't even match Criss Cross on your very best day I'm the Eminem here; you're only Dr. Dre Your rhymes [i]are[/i] spicy cause just like gas Those beat rhythms come straight out your a$s Now it's time for me to shatter you, Mr. Glass You don't want to see me when I'm angry Grrrrrr! Charles Smash! Now watch me rock you like Space Ghost coast to coast Burn you crisp into Otaktoast As for you and me It's as simple as A to Z As tried and true as Do, ray, me With your purple text and soft rhymes It's like I'm rapping against Barney! [i]I love you, you love me[/i] But, I'm sorry kid, Macaiodh ain't your lady That relationship is history Now she's this Charlie's Angel, kid You're just a shell of your former self, a messy skid I'll try to reach your mind but I can't figure out where it's located Your stuff is like Disney, but only more G-Rated That's how I knew from that start this thing was ill fated You're Micheal Jorden? Then sit on the bench. Retire bra, cause I've got this thing clenched This is Rocky 4, the main event between you and me I vill break you, see Your raps stink so bad they could make Speed Stick slow down They could put a frown on a clown And you're so dirty, tramps shake their heads when you walk by So listen up guy Give up this little game while you can Take up some advice from the C-Man Your face is so greasy, Mac It's the only thing worth more in oil than Iraq I won't tell you to "get a life" because that's too ambitious So go find a hole and fall in, if that ain't too vicious. Recognize.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted May 24, 2003 Share Posted May 24, 2003 [color=indigo]I'll retire my bra as soon as you give up your panty hose and while you are at it lose the lipstick and the rest of your girlie close glance in the mirror fool you look like a played out transvestite that has Parkinson's disease got the shakes, and couldn't put on her makeup right I saw you the other night trying to work the street hustling cab drivers trying to make ends meet you say that you are Eminem but you look more like Bubba Sparx why don't you get on weight watchers and put down that Ball Park I know you were last on the Oprah diet you had to eat a whole cow just to keep your stomach quiet By the way if I am Barney you are defiantly Big Bird I'm gonna devour you then crap you out like a turd the stink still won't be as strong as your lame *** rhyme that stench permeates the air and makes me want to commit a hate crime and beat you to death with a tiny silver spoon I'll hit you so hard you'll go straight to the moon You are like N'Sync your rhymes are bubble gum mainstream my lyrics are fresh everywhere I go people scream "Why are you wasting you valuable time trying to teach ECW how to bust out dope rhymes? doesn't he know that your flo doesn't quit Charlie your words could fight cancer why don't you pop him like a zit" I tell them that every punk needs to be put in there place and when I'm done tearing him apart you won't recognize his face Quit your crying and your little tantrum fit you think you are dope JUST BRING IT![/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Fly-T Posted May 27, 2003 Share Posted May 27, 2003 As a spectator I think Charles taking this one.....nice battle PM ME anyone of yall if yall really want to be challenged.... His eavens Cloud a girl??? The opener just caught my eye "I'll retire my bra" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 [color=indigo]Wow, you really need to stay out of our thread...I am a guy, and I was mocking his earlier use of "bra", although he probably was mocking me because I always AIM with "brah" meant. As far as a challenge...I think you should learn how to type before you challenge either of us SUCKA! WORD![/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Fly-T Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 Lol, my typin has nothing to do with the skill I possess. Sucka? Man I'm the friggin' Adolf Hitler of Spit's and Flo's....If you really want to battle, holla at da boi..... 1 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles Posted May 28, 2003 Author Share Posted May 28, 2003 Heh, hopefully we'll get a larger rap battle up and running soon. I wouldn't mind seeing you enter Fly-T. We'll see if you can hang with the big boys. ~_^ [size=1]Now, without further delay It's time to hold Sunday service on a Tuesday I raise my hands and part every last one of Heaven's Clouds And bring you back to reality with a shout from God Ain't nothing can save you boy, you're just a pathetic mod I'd defy and defile faith with my bile With a rap so very vile, it'd dry the Nile I would invite Jesus Christ himself to a fight Sacrifice him again under my might So let there be light Abandon this fight I've split a few hairs Now don't make me split skulls Or put you to sleep permanently with my gangsta lulls Wake up and smell this rose Charlie, dawg, it's sad you can't even spell "clothes" I'm not merciful, but even I take pity on illiterate foes I'm gonna tell you one more time: Evacuate this Battle Arena Find pastures greena Or I'll do you worse than when that crazy b*tch shot Selena Listen up Ed, you nonsensical Pride Rock hyena Do you want to be the victim of the biggest hip hop tragedy Since the slaying of 2pac and Biggy Now listen, you don't have to knock me to the moon I'll gladly take a vacation to the land of Green Cheese Just stop this lame white posing, [i]please[/i]! It's true; my words [i]can[/i] fight cancer But they can't cure your "I can't rap" disease! If you have another rebellion, do it in silence Increase the peace, and end this one-sided violence Do you feel the chills on the back of your spine Dawg, they're telling you to get back in line Your chances are so absent in a place like this I'll take you like an alcoholic piss So, fine, retire your bra miss priss For you this is a game of hit and miss And "hit" just left town at first sight of my diss You couldn't tell which way an elevator was going if I gave you two guesses In this thread, there will be no more raps about bras or dresses I know that I've just crushed you, fool So, before you try to drown yourself in a car pool Or a puddle of your own envious drool Remember who loves you b*tch, remember this Joe Cool Word. Exclamation point on this sh*t.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted May 28, 2003 Share Posted May 28, 2003 [color=indigo]Yep, pretty pathetic that I misspelled "clothes"... I'd like to start out by giving you props that last one was dope it'll be hard to top I think I've been crucified and left to die but unlike J.C. I believe in an eye for an eye a tooth for a tooth I'm gonna assassinate you and pull a John Wilkes Booth I'll jump on the stage release all my rage steal a line from Sublime and open Lou Dogs cage I don?t practice Santeria I ain?t got no crystal ball but I know your future you are gonna take a nasty fall lucky for you you aren?t that high falling from the bottom to the bottom shouldn?t make you cry so dry your eyes and drop some vizine you look like a dirty hippie that?s smoked too much green I heard you had a dream of winning this battle but I?ve turned it to a nightmare you?re all shook up and rattled don?t worry, I won?t tattle and blab your secret about the time last week when you pissed your pants wet you know I?d place a bet that you had a panic attack you read my first rhyme and your bladder went whack but the deck was stacked all the cards are in my favor Cause I?m the Vegas dealer you just a playa hater But enough about you you are an incredible bore, you have as much substance as Pauly Shore I think I?ll talk about me because I?m a narcissistic pr**k I?ve got a poetic tongue and an enormous?ego Word.[/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Fly-T Posted May 30, 2003 Share Posted May 30, 2003 Originality: Charles Wordplay: Charles "Flo-Tivity": heaven's Cloud Structure: Charles Yall real nice, and by a bigger battle....I hope you mean a tournament.... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charles Posted May 31, 2003 Author Share Posted May 31, 2003 Actually, a team battle royal would be cool. But I wouldn't mind organizing a tournament either. [size=1]A'iight It's the ninth inning And Charlie's game is thinning His head just keeps on spinning Because he has no chance of winning The lights are dimming I'm rapping a no-hitter A Judas Priest, always sinning Standing on this mound, winking, grinning. This rap is the [i]Field of Dreams[/i] I'm going to make this sh*t so powerful, you'll come apart at the seams You'll retire like a ghost into an unknown abyss Having lived your fantasy, but lost in reality You couldn't connect if you were swinging with an oak tree It's three strikes dawg take the bench You're minor league bait, second rate Just my warm-up, in my comotose state You're a wanna-be Elvis, but even more late We've battled with words, neglected to throw a single kick or punch But your sh*t is so weak, I could have just said "Out to Lunch" Your metaphors are washed up on this Pauly's Shore Heeeeeey buuuuuuuddy, reading through that stuff is a painful chore The fish that doesn't open its mouth doesn't get caught So go run to Fly-T's thread, so you can teach him the lessons you've been taught Don't try to be a preacher to your teacher Or you can sit your @s$ right back on that bleacher Always reduced to the preview for the main feature I've investigated you like a suspicious crop circle Only to discover you've got the rhythm of Steven Q. Urkle Mr. All Shot No Powder Mr. Rancid Clam Chowder If you were any slower you'd be in reverse So go and rehearse Go and Coerce Play with Fly-T because you can't beat me You'll only be beaten down by my homie, the Shinobi Broadcast some more static--b*tch.[/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HoT LaVa 904 Posted June 1, 2003 Share Posted June 1, 2003 Oh snap yo yall killed it. That was hot I got to admit that was hot. Yall got skillz. Both of you got skillz. I'ma give yall props mad props aight, and if yall gonna have a tournament lemme be in son i can kick with the big boys. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heaven's Cloud Posted June 1, 2003 Share Posted June 1, 2003 [color=indigo]Only a fool doesn?t know when to quit it proves that your brain is made out of Sh*t yeah you are right three strikes I?m out unfortunately you?ve walked all my hitters with your weak shouts I might be Elvis but you are just Madonna so quit trying to swim with the big boy before I attack like a piranha my skills have technique I am a lyrical surgeon my words spread you apart like a virgin my scalpels poised I?m gonna make a cut my words hit so hard you can feel them in your gut Like a rabbit punch from a playa to a sucka then I?ll gouge out your eyes cause I?m a dirty mother--- I?m like Nature Boy the dirtiest playa in the game I strut through the big time I got fortune and fame you cannot tame my tongue my forked rhymes flow smooth I have the whole audience cheering my wicked groove you can try to strip the mic but I doubt anyone will listen you?ll feel like a convict getting raped in prison so don?t drop the soap its slippery when wet like Bon Jovi says you have to give before you get so I?ve gotten a little beating but I?ve dished back a hundred fold you better give up Chaz your rhymes are growing old. [/color] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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