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CREW TOURNY: Melanin Deficient Vs. APL=187

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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.

.:R-E-L:.:
A-P-L destroyin and rippin Melanin Deficient//
R-E-L be sayin, u five bitches on mah dick is sufficient//
And ur pussy actions gimme enough satisfaction//
I be makin lyrical~transactions, 24-7//
In heaven, yall need a bunch of miracle~factions, to brake u off into fractions//
To cause this rhyming reaction and to cause u and ur homies to elope//
Cuz i kno u wanna, and im dope like marijuana//
We r hot like fire, and lignify u foos//
U guys are up for hire, and need to start to dignify mah ability to live as i choose//
KVB is like some pussy~princess//
But ima let u be, uzi~defenseless, cuz u cant run in my game//
And Primo has to block~his~anger//
While Blade is in a lock~chamber, while im tha defender and ranger//

~1~

da_notorious_mack:
Mack, personally appointed to sever~you~beggars, blow ya heads off wit seven~berrettas...
my spits wreck~all~ya~peasants 'coz Melanin's known as 'E-Quell' 'coz they'll never~be~better...
i'm bestin'~y'all, squash Primos's genitals wit' immense amounts of hundred-ton wreckin'~balls...
wit' amazin' technicals, i prove ya presence is more unwanted than nazis at Jewish festivals...
'coz Mack's shootin'~domes, carve grooves~in~hos and witness these looserz~blow...
wit' ever-improvin'~flows, i hit Infinite  so hard that i penetrate ya skin and bruise~ya~bones...
so i blaze~brains, instegate~pain, 'coz i morph into Blades mind and fire-bomb ya mainframe...

infinite59:
DING DING.  FIRST ROUND.

I need a soundcheck, turn my fuckin mic up/
Melanin, a veteran crew with a rep cause we've won/
Battlin against ametuers, who haven't matured- your young/
Your mic skills are like cheap thrills and pills of stimulants/
You throw fits, my dick fits in your mouth like a pacifier in width/

(Who the fuck are these guys anyway? APL? I ain't ever heard of em)

I can't make distinctions from one of your rhymes to the next/
Your fuckin no names, like Black Muslims replacin the last names with the X/
The Melanin Deficient has seperated your head from your fuckin chest/
The rap version of the Lost tribe of Shabazz, while we're fullfillin Yocumb's quest/

(The Melanin Description)

My crew is race blendin, an Indian, Norwegian, some English, mixin in the blackness/
Searchin for one world domination, Melanin expands like the Illuminati from East to West/
Like the US, usin the War on Terrorism to justify imperialism/
Melanin's takin over the whole fuckin battle board and exterminatin 3rd world patrons/
Midgets against giants, the peasants against the Kings your time is wastin/
I'm callin on my Knights of the Round Table all VERBALLY BLESSED/
I pass the fuckin mic so who's NEXT.

KVB:
If REL ever come against me, I'll bomb first like terrorists in Atlanta/*1
Wanna be a real pimp but you're only good for "five percenter"/
Fuck the pesky lil APL-rabbits, compared to Melanin you are the 7 dwarfs*2, give me a "Mack" and I'll rip out your heart, pull out your vocal "chords" like strings on a fuckin guitar/
This rhyme is like a poisonus, stinging dart, y'all have "slower starts" than retarded employees at Quckie-Marts/
Even if you give me an old, rusty icepick, I'll still dig REL a brand new "Gravel Pit"/
Plus I came to grab Snow White*3, that means you dwarfs can stay gay savages/
Miracolous, that's why I strike faster than than light-speed African panthers, charging with abusive fear/
Unique rhymes are common, not rare, speaking sincere, your rhymes is unclear like I GEEZY spitting drunk off gallons of Hebrew beer/
Fuck Hannibal Lector, I'm the true Bone Collector, this is a performance of "APL-187's downfall", and I'm the "director"/
I can determine your location cos' I'm a pussy detector, when I step in the door, REL gets a sudden erection/
I control your mind and your spirit, be prepared for a fag-resurrection/
My rhymes is complex like a mathematical equation/
Slice off ya lips, leave you sucking my dick while I stick you five hits with the icepick, keepin' a tight grip around my fingertips, blocking all communication/
Chase you restlessly from Africa to Asia, how can you possibly face me?/
Mack, take care of the basics, you're already wet up from menstruation/


*1 Terrorists dropped a bomb in the 1996 olympic games in Atlanta
*2 Referring to the famous Disney story "Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs"
*3 Also referring to the famous Disney story "Snow White And The Seven Dwarfs"

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