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K.I.N.G.S.<<<vs>>>ELITE (crew Battle)

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TimeLock:
It's offical this battle K.I.N.G.S. vs EILTE is on....
Dirtydogg213:  were doin it doggystylin style

each member posts a rhyme 15-25 barz in that this thread
the whole crew battle will go on for a week and then people can vote

starting from now Its Feb 19th, 2002, 1:47pm all entries must be in by Feb 26th , 2002, 1:47pm(cali time) fuck baord time

Please use this format when voting

K.I.N.G.S.
NoT: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Logic: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Naz-T: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Irish_thug_wannabe: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
ruthlesssoljah: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
TimeLock: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
ToNe1904: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
K.I.N.G.S. Average rating:

Elite
Sikotic: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Tha7th: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
M Dogg: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
I-Bo: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Doggystylin: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Elite Average rating:

VOTE = whoever the winner is

NO FREE POSTING...

if u post a check in please delete it when u post ur verse

so we can just have flows at the top of this thread

NoT:
Yo, Logic... TimeLock told me to tell you to remove the two posts you made above so that the thread doesn't get cluttered. Just verses and then responses. This is by far my best verse yet at this board...

Gettin' votes against k.i.n.g.s. like a bad ignition, it NoT gettin started ~
Spittin retarded... cut u down the center to leave you split hearted ~
Ya statures all nervous while my quaking is incredible ~
with black holes verses, there's no Escaping the inevitable ~
Gracing the pedestal, battling I-Bo you're timing's shallow ~
Plus you scared pale, the first cat with an albino shadow ~
I dine on hollow shards of bone, like Doggy, starring abroad ~
Getting ya name in the "Book of Life" after a spar with the god ~
When my raps deploy, feel the wrath of a maddened voice ~
And be docile like trained Doggs when I throw words "at-a-boy" ~
Bashin tracks, my words part flesh when mocking bullets ~
And I commit beastiality by raping you to "stop the bullshit" ~
I spare L's to vets, face the facts, they hard to swallow ~
That I'm lightyears ahead, makin me an act hard "to follow" ~
Darkness wallows in Death, I'm simply ceasin your reign ~
And got ya cryin behind windows, plus Screaming "in pane" ~
Calling me out? Just pulling death like bullets when weapons aimed ~
Tha7th's chest get maimed, left in pain, no way you can "win-dow" ~
Throw in the towel on fake, cause I spit anthrax when I send posts ~
Getting close? Just cause we talked on AIM don't let it go to heart ~
Claiming vet now-a-days, with a molded art? Blown to parts! ~

Sikotic™:
Muthafuckin vets, don't wanna admit it? Well denial is a disease/
Twist you bitches up like the braids on Alicia Keys/
Got double the peeps but half the dominance as Elite emcees/
Y'all best freeze, so cold, gettin frostbite from what we breathe/
NoT ain't even got the balls to speak my name, got you tame/
Think you got "picture" perfect rhymes, but we surroundin' em like "photo frames"/
Elite redefine this game, like the latest car model/
Leavin skid marks on y'all bustaz, our cliq driven through ya full throttle/
Verbal sonic booms, collapsin' eardrums with these sounds/
Shatterin glass, Makin' complete jokes outta K.I.N.G.S. like the movie Kung-Pow/
Use your Logic, I'm Lockin Time with the Tone of my rhyme/
Like a Ruthless crime, our Souljahs spittin AlerGicvenom, leavin ya blind/
We ain't no Thug Wannabes, but you amateurs still front astonishly/
We the best, but y'all takin our credit like your girl goin' on a shoppin spree/
Y'all claim to be K.I.N.G.S. so let me crown ya with a dunce cap/
Violatin' you cats like Santa bonein' the kids sittin' on his lap/
I battle rap, can't shit on y'all cause your already crap/
Gettin lost with my metaphors, stoppin at a gas station to get a map/
It's a fact, Sikotic reppin Elite, on a comeup y'all creep/
Kickin ass with the first verse of more to come, lyrical ether puttin K.I.N.G.S. to sleep////////

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
Aiight coo.........

Check it........I might go a bit over tha bar limit, but i need 2 say everythin i got in my mind rite now.




Introduction:
OH NOO, Run 4 cover, It's tha muthafuckin F.A.Gz/
Claimin they can be a challenge 4 us Vets? OH bitch Pleeez/

*Switches Style*

Straight Lyrical shit..........
Allow me to Chop off a K.i.n.g head just to make u feel ACHE/
Strap u faggots 2 tha front seat just so u can see straight/
"Exchange" yur brain for grains like i corporate E-Trade/
"Blacken" both your eye balls just so yall can be EIGHT/
let me introduce u to rebate, something u can RELATE/
Face tha pavement watch in amazement as ur skin SCRAPES/
Pounding ur head on tha asphault harder than ur heartRATES/
Watch yur muthafuckin teeth SHAKE, now watch yur bones BREAK/

Wat a fine lil picture Im painting/ Lyrically Im shadowing yall
then slowly Slaying/

Attack mode:
Pussy ass muthafuckaz cant stand Us people talkin shit/
Wont stop til i see your back split and ur valves RIP/
Suck the blood from ur body until my rage FITS/
Even if u F.A.Gz die Ima keep beatin, and i WONT STOP BITCH.............

And he shall continue:
Yo NoT, This ain't a brawl, because yur BARS didn't STICK OUT enough/
Like DICKS in tiny CUNTS, you can RIDE it but it might be ROUGH/
U came weak like u came SPITTIN wit a LIMP PENIS/
I'm aimin for ya moms LIPS, while she says "RODZILLA (7th), HIT BETWEEN THIS"......

Outro:
I warned fists would swing, but now it's too late to run/
Right-crossin u fakes and bums, till u forget what city or state yur from.............

Hittman:
[Intro]

Elite, Your Scorned And Lame, And Quite Bitch-Made With That Gay Shit You Spit
Dropping Rhymes Shakier Than Jesus An Hour Prior To Been Put On Crucifix
I Keep My Ear To The Floor, To Hear Fear - I Put My Hand To Your Chest To Feel The Roar
Dropping Shit So Damaging, You'd Think I Was Rhyming From Around The Tenth Floor

[Part 1 - Flowing]

When I Get The Mic Its Like A Psycho Spits
I Flip A Nitro Switch, And Bust It Till It Rips
Your Twistin Lines, Your The Kind That Wished They're Rhyming
Fists Are Flying, Lay You To Rest, Cos' Your Already Dieing
I'm More Severe Than Tryin To Steer Threw Piercin Rapids
I'm Fiercesome Dragon, And Your Just The Deer Or Rabbit Thats In Panic
Or More Likely To Be A Queer Or Faggot, You Need Some Practice
I Don't Even Hear You Rap I'm Just Bored From Hearing Static
Time To Enslave The Weak, You Can't Even Type Cos' I Erased Your Keys
Rip You So Bad You Must Start To Believe, Need To Wake From Sleep

[Part 2]

When I Spit? It's In-Sane - Mind States With Insane Intentions
In-Tentions, I Tend To Get My Crew The Portion Of Win-Mentions
My Purpose Needed, You Don't Get Enough Time To Break-You-Down
I Stand Back In Shadows, Waiting To LyricallY Take-Your-Crown
Make-The-Sound, I'm The Sickest To Walk Through Your Death-Street
Watch You Wasting Your Breath, I'm Thinkin, My Breath's-Heat

[Outro]

God, It Figures! Your Shits More Pre Written Than The Bible With Recitals You Exit Your Chances Of Survival//
Jesus Christ! I Hate Crews That Think They're Part Of The New-Arrivals, That Your Reason For Been Suicidal//

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