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Round 5: Quiet Truth (3-2) vs. Tellit (3-1)

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TraceOneInfinite:
A win here plus a loss by StreetsAllSalute would get you into the championship.

A loss here and your eliminated from the tournament.

Unexplained votes can be appealed and may get tossed out.

...you know the rules...

QuietTruth:
Niggas get madd that I got more lyrics than ohhla
Leavin' ya'll forced to bite like they Hank & Casanova
So I.E. this nigga versing me, ain't gonna get far
Becuz like a liquoir store his rhymes is 'bazaar'
Black like tar, so I get hot under fire
So dude is done, he got nuthin' on me like his priors
Wit the madd alias's, he sure likes to damn us
BUT he versing me, so we know he 'bananas'!!
My lyrics is somethang sick, close to what sars is
I'm like a drunk, cuz I know where the good bars is
..All up in my rhymes, niggas can't ya tell?
This homie couldn't drop somethang decent even if he fell
This battle is like Sausage and peppers, I keep the hotness in my verse
And Piff Tannen is that long meat, cuz his shit is the 'wurst'
Yeah..now take your tail and tuck in between your legs
Beuz you only here for the back ride like bicycle pegs

da_notorious_mack:
haha i swear me and you..must have been the 1st two to drop in every round...nice verse

QuietTruth:

--- Quote from: StreetsAllSalute on August 13, 2008, 03:34:39 PM ---haha i swear me and you..must have been the 1st two to drop in every round...nice verse

--- End quote ---
And likewise on yours, lol I hear you though.

J Bananas:
nice verse QT,




truth is evident to me, whys it quiet to you?
get a clue i'm fucking sicker than, tropical flu,
it was a valiant effort but your rhymes fell thru,
and now i'm the one you should look up to,
look at this slob, a grown man with no job   
you should follow mom's career and polish men's knobs
but.. nice verse, didn't think you'd get that loose,
oh wait, thats because your style jacks papoose!
and i dont care you got more lines than whoever
cuz most of them are like 40 gloccs, not clever,
i'm contender slash offender, an all night bender,
you stay alone tender questioning your gender,
it's the drug free M-C, his brains' still emp-ty! plus,
your rhymes' played out, like don henley,
kid, stay friendly, if not i'll roast ya
you're frail, call it "anorexia nervosa"
and oh yeah, my rhymes are "bizarre"
but did you just compare your black ass to tar?
might as well throw some ether on yourself
cuz when it comes to a battle that ain't good for ya health.

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