I'm The GREATEST this board has seen..peep

[So Much Style]

Provin it

I cant be seen with or without spectacles/
HAll of fame? im not electin you, Death penelty, i electricute/
any mcs who got the best to prove/
i hang my testicles, NEXT TO YOU/
And you can indulge/in kissing my balls/my buldge/Call me ice man....cause damn im cold/
after the battle I leave you needing medical attention/
i hang you by SUSPENSION/
cords/off 4 floors/
Leave you choking like your own ambilical cord/
im beyond annoyed its more like disgust/
i ride an astro and blast your ass in half/
like the armageddan astroid when i bust/
I eat mcs, i Prey on these fucks/
These keystlers stay on deez nuts/
Any last words...i leave you screaming JESUS!/


hmmmmmm haters may now enter

[Sikotic™]

Callin yourself great is spittin in the face of the true legends/
You hardly measure up to these current forum veterans/
I've left a impact on this board like the 11th of September/
Haven't battled in awhile but muthafuckaz still remember/
I enter, but as a contender not a hater/
Someone has to say this to ya, betta now than later/
You had 2 good battles against me/
But like the Rams in the Superbowl, your ass didn't suceed/
You remind me of stretch marks cause your takin thing way outta proportion/
That's why I came in here and had  to break it down like corrosion/
You can call yourself the best but does it matter if the peeps don't recognize?/
I guess if it floats ya boat but I'ma just wait and let the others decide////

[So Much Style]

You got everyone sucking on your nuts with there two-lips/
So me giving 2 shits and coming back is almost useless/
cause your corny 2 rhyme scheme aint even ruthless/
Its bad boy, and "thats crazy" like not knowing who Dj clue is (new shit!)/
And you say you beat me twice, but i dont see where the proof-is/
Your clueless, but hey sikotic, if the shoe fits/
wear it,  a matter a fact sikotic and cinderalla are much alike/
You beating me is impossible like trying to fuck-a-dike/
or for you to fuck anything on this planet/
Granted, im smooth, your still un-sanded/
unpolished, everything while im still untouched/
me winning, total skill ...None luck/
i leave sikotic saying "aww shucks...i suck"


cause your corny 2 rhyme scheme aint even ruthless/
Its bad boy, and "thats crazy" like not knowing who Dj clue is (new shit!)/


^^^^^^^

[Sikotic™]

Its about god damn time you came with some aight shit/
Like a blacksmith, I needed somethin to work with/
You damn right I'm rough, why would I want to be soft as Charmin?/
Astonishin', you admittin' your "smooth" is just alarmin'/
I should slap you til your wearin your gear backwards like Kriss Kross/
On my wrist I floss, your teeth, knocked them out and wearin them like a bracelet/
If you want otherwise, Hide with Big Tigger in Rap City's basement/
Your failin this conTEST while I'm passin with advanced placement/
Still denyin' the past, don't act like you got amneisia/
Go look at that topic, everybody was sayin' I defeated ya/
Soon after, you disappeared/
Sayin you were workin on an album but it was obviously fear/
Fear that I would come back, combat, and defeat you again by verbal contact/
How could you say I'm not fuckin anything when I'm fuckin your ass up/
Thought you had enough but yet your still claimin your the top dogg/
It's easy to claim but harder to prove, so like Biggie said your "Dead Wrong"/
You've been touched, been topped, owned you like you was copped/
But I wouldn't buy you like an album that flopped/
Highlightin' bars you liked cause you know it wouldn't catch no one's eye/
You say I suck, you must be high or outta your mind/
Cause the Sikotic one commited another lyrical homicide///

[So Much Style]

I come out of retirement and fuck up wack opponents/
they know this, ask your mom IM FEROCIOUS/
and now that i focus, my quiting is even more apparent/
my competition is a bunch of fucking scared kids/
Im 'unstoppable' like masta ace/i pack the bass/
you pack the fudge, what all the gay guys love/give um sum/
they call you sikotic, from your brain lossage/
Throw this battle out, Shitt! Sikotic tossed it/
What else does that bitch toss/
Your PLASTERED bitch with my natural lip gloss/
your shits soft/your styles chapped/
Sikotic battle rapping, Of course ima laugh!/
Fuckin wack ass weak rhymes schemes//
Fuckin indian, i flow in and out like those baskets that you weave/
but shit, i must get, my facts strait/
your armo or some shit, now lets say/
a white guy beating a black, when i attack/
Battling me, your beating yourself like Darryl Stawberry and CRACK/

im tired peace

[So Much Style]

Sikotic said:
Its about god damn time you came with some aight shit/
Like a blacksmith, I needed somethin to work with/
You damn right I'm rough, why would I want to be soft as Charmin?/
Astonishin', you admittin' your "smooth" is just alarmin'/
I should slap you til your wearin your gear backwards like Kriss Kross/
On my wrist I floss, your teeth, knocked them out and wearin them like a bracelet/


DA fuck is this wack shit? tryin to battle me, i have never seen somethin more simplistic...lemme fix it up for ya..

Translation.////
Hell yeah narrator came with some tight shit/
call me locksmith, I got it on lock like some vicegrips/
Yeah sikotic your rough, im smooth like toilet tissues/
look at this,  Sikotics rhymes get mis-used, like Missles! (boom!!)/
You wear your shit backwards like kris kross-its easy access for anally get your shit tossed/
I told you SMS baggin up a victory call me Zip lock!

[Tecknine]

U back???

[BL7]

Y'all are both tight, but the best? I know I ain't the best, that's why I never say I am, but I've seen better keystylers around here. Don't know where they at right now, but still...  

[Maestro Minded]

Y'all are both tight, but the best? I know I ain't the best, that's why I never say I am, but I've seen better keystylers around here. Don't know where they at right now, but still...  

im over here

[Naz-T]

lol...I take anyone of you in a battle!!

peace

[ToNe1904]

Like watchin a battle between two DEAD-COWS, a "rottin beef" when ToNe shootz yah in tha HEAD-POW!!!/
Leave yah bleedin till i see a RED-BROW, blood drip into yah mouth n drown whatcha SAID-NOW/
Im hittin yall CONSTANT wit these CONSONANTS, make yah "throw in tha TOWEL" wit these VOWELS/
Im lyrically Slam Dunkin yall, while u comittin verbal FOULS/
Two W.C.C. RAPPIN-GHOSTS comin back tah BRAG-N-BOAST/
But showin they LACKIN-FLOWS, by continuously STACKIN-POSTS to see whoz WACK-THA-MOST/
I breath fire tah burn yall up like BLACKENED-TOAST then rip out yah ribz, a RACK-TAH-ROAST/
Young gun rollin up in this "old school" party n SMACK-THA-HOSTS/
Leavin yall in CASTS-FAST, these two fossils i BLAST-PAST, wit mah lethal spits, getcha GAS-MASKS cus ToNe'z lyical range of RAPS...VAST/
An ounce of skill i cant DETECT-G, yall couldnt come wit precision if yah DISECT-FLEAS, tryna "hook up" wit real rhymers but aint paid yah CONNECT-FEES/
Yur in tha past, sumthin youll hafta ACCEPT-SEE/
I aint beefin, but dont DISRESPECT-ME/


no beef yall...jus showin itz more then jus "ol school" rhymerz wit skill up in thiz bitch...

[Naz-T]

ToNe Dawg I still really wanna battle ya..!!

[Sikotic™]

It's pathetic, I can predict what your gonna say next/
It's simple since your a nympho, the only thing on your mind is gay sex/
You wish you could kill me, get locked up, become a prison bitch to fufill your dream/
You should be enjoying this since I'm rippin your asshole at the seams/
If you wanted me to ghostwrite for ya all you had to do is ask bro/
I guess my verses are so good you gotta make them your own/
Callin' people scared kids but your the one who stepped/
Like one of them abused spouses, couldn't handle gettin beat and left/
Talk about my rhyme scheme but look at your boring topics and themes/
You don't even got your own style kid, sound like a Slim Shady wanna-be/
Indian? Try to diss my race but you got the wrong one cause your ignorant/
I could go around talking about your cracka ass but like your skin tone it wouldn't be signifigant/
Like George Micheals exposin' his privates, your corny fag fantasies is obscene/
It's quite apparent your the LAMEST this board has ever seen/
Fuck havin so much style, I'm more vicious and vile/
My rhymes hold more wieght than 30 obese men in a dog pile/
You need to go back and retire because you've been replaced/
In Anything Goes and in keystyle I run this show and you've been replaced/

[So Much Style]

so is anyone gonna vote on this slaughter..i want my KO

[Sikotic™]

So your givin' up?

Can't blame ya.