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The Unofficial Elite vs. Melanin Deficient battle thread....

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TraceOneInfinite:
Link to the Official Battle:  http://www.dubcnn.com/connect/index.php?topic=124432.0

We were only allowed 8-12 bars.. that just wasn't enough for me...I was only gettin started destroyin Rodzilla.... and I didn't even get a word in about this guy named Dynamic (I think that's his name)... so anyone that's still got something to say regarding the battle or beef this is the un-official keystyle battle thread.....

Part 1

Consider this the mixtape, guess I'm a emcee that loves to hate
Destroying Elite daily, must be my destiny and my fate
They are like some children, and Rod is just way too fake
Or maybe it's just cause I've been listening to Game
And everytime he disses 50, I want to do the same
Only my enemy is Elite, they meet defeat, simple and plain
We all in the same game, but we don't share the same name
I'm Abdul- which means slave to the Infinite Supreme Being
Who should I serve, but the Creator of the Earth and everything
But Rodzilla serves the white man, he wants to be white and Christian
He's helping Bush with his mission, give him an application and enlist him
So he can go join fightin against his own country of Iran
Then he will achieve his dream and feel like he's a true American
But what he forgets, is that the bottom line is he'll never get respect
People respect what's real, so counterfiets get straight rejected
Your like Jay-Z in my tape deck, that shits gettin ejected
But anyway, back to Game, I'm almost feelin like 40 miles and runnin
It's like Compton is back in the house and this is 93 summer or somethin
I'm name droppin Game as much as Game name drops Dr. Dre
This is the mixtape, so anything left over, say what you got to say!

Dynamic:
sealed fate, "dangled the gimmick" infront of you so much I simply master bait
lyrical rape, it's like I "dropped ya off in the Confederacy", ya in a beaten state
ya flailin armless, I already told you I declared this as my territory, there is no contest
i'm only bein honest, left ya damaged while ya "catchin more elbows" than an armrest
whose a dumb fuck? Dy'll have ya wack ass takin steps back like I'm pushin ya, chump
set score is me three up, cause this battle is like "movin slot machines", ya pushin ya luck
bored as what, I'm a "priceless figure" so get serious, beefin with me, you can't afford it, punk
you know you ain't a thug, I'll "scorch the pump" and "put metal to ya legs" like forest gump
predict that I'll drop and he'll get "scared and disappear" like a disintegrating boo
this battle's like "private couples" cause in the end of it all, I'm just intimate dating you (Intimidating You)
Abdul'll fall 'short' of this win, hell, it's obvious, he just a "whore that sucks"
i'ma "screw this midget over", I'll go ahead and call it, he's just a "porta-fuck"
i'ma continue wit my opinion, you suck, but let's not even try to "flaunt the rough beef"
look, I'll "shove my fist through ya rectum" and "hand ya ass to ya" like "unwanted butt-cheeks"
another win to please me, only way Hajj Abdul is gonna pull this off is if they "choose sleezy"
you can't tease me, your a "straight mimic of Dr. Dre", cuz you gon "lose Eazy"  (Eazy E)


DYNAMIC

QuietTruth:
The elite can't spit a decent rhyme, we told them they don't run shit so wat ya'll gon walk?
I told these cats to 'watch what they say' so they looked in the mirror when they talked
They know the deal, niggas had to put they tongues in the microwave for them to circle heat
How good do you think ya'll are? These niggas nameless so why call yourselves elite?
I'll have each one of these members wrapped around my waist like sweat pants
Ya'll already some colorful niggas but skills wise they 'can't write' at all like 'wet crayons'
My flows will put you in a 'daze' and have you re reading them for 'years'
MD can stay 'frontin' wit our lyrics cuz at least we don't take it from the 'rear'
Ya'll is just weak cuz it ain't about how much weight u push its about how much u lift
So quit flowin' cuz my raps just breeze thru u like a hole in ya draws so can u catch the drift?

TraceOneInfinite:
Part 2

It's time to bang a little more on them Elite bustaz
It seems just one battle ain't do me no justice
You could say these are throwaway verses
But I got to let it out, what music is all about
My intent and my purpose, reppin for what I've been sent
They say music is sound that can't be put into words
Yet it can't be kept silent, so I'm dropping adverbs
This is highly vocal rap, if I never spoke these thoughts
Then they would still exist in the unseen and never be lost
You know Allah has knowledge in the unseen never known
Kind of like cats like Dynamic ain't ever held a microphone
Rod's a real rapper how come I've never seen his disc on the shelf
His carear's moving as slow as a 90 year old man's dick/check your health
Cause Elite is like Eazy E dying on his death bed of Aids
Ya'll sick and busted up, with crustry cracks on your face
Yo this is Abdul-Infinite, so you know I'm going to drop knowledge as well
You know that a house without a way out is a house of hell
To make a window is true religion, ya'll that's some knowledge of self
Allah opens ways for the believers, Rod forgot that and fell
He fell so deep, heart covered in black with so many sins
That he can't recognize the truth when I drop knowledge in gems
He's a hard rock, and the water only reaches the soil beneath
I blaze ya'll mentally and physically, ya'll bowin out at our feet

TraceOneInfinite:

--- Quote from: QuietTruth on November 13, 2006, 05:52:00 PM ---
I told these cats to 'watch what they say' so they looked in the mirror when they talked
They know the deal, niggas had to put they tongues in the microwave for them to circle heat



--- End quote ---

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