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CREW TOURNY: Elite Vs. LifePhormZ

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Hittman:
Bars - 10-15 Bars Each
Due Date - Tuesday 14th May
Judge - Logic

I Dont Care Who Spits For Who, As Long As I Have FIVE Verses From Each Crew And The Rules Above Are Followed. Your Crew Will Be DQed Without Five Verses.  

By The Way, More Then One Person Can Spit One Verse If Its Needed.

Maestro Minded:
Hurtin Vision~With~Derision In This Lyrical~Collision
Left Him In "Minus 2", Like A "Syntax Error" "Math~Division" 1**
Harmany'z Flow, Probably As "Real" As Ja Rule In~Television
A Bitch-Voice, Like If The Docs Failed The~Circumcision 2**
I Can Harm Yall In Many~Ways, During 7~Night~&~7~Days * = Harmany
747 Runnin To Next State, Like If I-BO Representin' C.I.A's
Yall The Lowest "Formz~Of~Life"**, Masterin Elite? Aint~No~Chance ** = "Lifephormz"
I Vapourise H2O In~Distance While Spittin Rhymez On~An~Instance
4 Mc's Down, Who's Left?? Course, The Lifetime Rookie, Gareefa
I'll Make~It~Even By Not Spittin My Capacity, Best~"Belive~En"
I-BO All Over You Like Bad News, Exclusivly From C.N.N
12 Bars Spitten But This Saga Already Reached The~End

1** well... if you divide a number, you can never get a number thats minus (a negative number)... (-1, -2 ... ...) ...

2** Opera Tenors gets their high, pitched voice by removing their testicles (ballz) ... i hope yall get the point.. if not, yall're retarded

King Tech Quadafi:
cmon dogg do yall really wanna battle?/
I got sabres to rattle, crews to dismantle/
MC's to take out, rub ya face in the dirt/
this is just a hobby, imagine if i did this for work/
by any-means, put big guns to any-team/
fatal like an overdosage of methaphetamines/
stiches require many-seams, facial lacerations/
I'll leave ya career sinking like boats carrying Haitians/
declaration of war, mobilization of troops/
me and the mic go together like a "swish" and a hoop/
normally Id give ya mercy, but Tech aint the norm/
I got "747" ways to eliminate ya "life forms"/
aint no stoppin this, rhymes from the T Dot metropolis/
a born Muslim, that means I aint scared of the "apacolypse"/
yall spit with no "vision" like ya eyes got cataracts/
yall cant spit wit "Harmany" even if ya had Bone on a track/
Ask Gareefa, he'll tell ya who's the hottest rookie in the game/
You may be "H2O proof" but can you withstand flames??/

[-Vision-]:
LifePhorMz vs elite a lyrical war~in any event yall rhymes will get "torn"~we ain't playing football(soccer)but your wearing shinpads~good job cus I leave cats walking on there "knees"//(tournes) 1
work the angles like dilated~I spit 360 degrees~lyricaly running circles round cats like elite~kill so many inocent cats that get im my way~no matter if they black or white~im a disease// 2
yall lyrics are snot~yall don't spit yall sneeze~im an established cat~like the neigbourhoods whores pussy~elite getting proded and poked for fun like yall was an alien abductee// 3
I can rhyme in any form~or shall I say "ive rhymed in many forms"~"the past tense"~people thinkin' yall tight~its just a pretense// 4
my lyrics costing yall an arm and a leg~thats they expense~crushing this cat~im future yall gonna be "emcee condense"~you wait on my next move with suspence~ohh shit this is getting intense// 5
yall must have seen my shit~have yall any visual sense~yall stupid as Afganistan's military defence~blowing this catz up like if they was from the middle east~yall gonna see lights~ no more arabian nights~just days// 6
cats can't find there way out my lyrical maze~the only thing Elite be giving out is praise(prays~prayers)~damn this bitch getting nasty like she was on her menstrual phase//7
Elite skills slip-quik, yall get hit-with a slick-fist,till yah ribs-twist,my sickness expands to land hits and ripp-kids,i kick-shit that slits-wrist,yall out ya mind and stay insane// 8
State yah name,yall fake and lame ,and i erase yall brain,cause yall find it hard to 'picture' yallself a winner once i break yah 'frame,and once We beat the 'HELL' outta yall, 'ANGEL' gon be yall new aliases names//9
i bend whats near, and spit sick scripts destined to end yall career// 10
and when yall read me ya verses, its like 'stingy corn growers', i 'never lend yall an ear'(ear of corn)// 11
(yo) Lifephormz  stands for no (L)onger Catz Live~Cuz wackness (I) rritates us// 12
Cuz  they (F)ear us~Cuz we real (E)mcees~So we don't need ta be liked by u or thy//13

M Dogg™:
You individual s can't mess with my spiritual, as I leave nothing left for your last ViSuaLS/
You better be contemplating on who your facing, come up to our elevation and experence spacing/
As we are higher than High Times, well you drop weak rhymes like you sniff coke in your minds/
Bitches claim to be ill but just are sick, kinda like that post were homedude put up chick with dick/
You need to be erased as you ain't the best, it was really 757 that D.J. Quik said Wasn't Fresh/ (sample D.J. Quik: you got a loogie on your lip)
These muthaphukkaz better run out quick, 'cause the Elite the Horsemen that bring the Apacolypse/
This is the the new holocast on LifePhormZ, as there ain't no Harmony, as we Harm Many by storm/
See we bomb ya'all like you was Iraq, with the force stronger than Shaq, beat you like U.S. in track/
Gotta make ya'all crash like Hewart Packers, as I enter your defence like computar hackers/
I should call you Afroman, 'cause you ain't get recognition, until you come out with stupit raps that no one listens/

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