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WCC Cup semi-finals... Mack vs. vitodeluca vs. Thaprophecy
M Dogg™:
OK... there will be no DQs. You guys got 'till Saturday to spit, I'll judge, and the winner goes the finals. Bar limit between 16-20. OK... lets get ready to rumble.
da_notorious_mack:
Mack's reaction to drawin Prophecy
MartyC909: you back in the cup
MartyC909:you got prophecy
str8thugkillah:WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
str8thugkillah:so im back in the cup..an i got that wack bitch prophecy...im gunna be in the final woohooo
back to the nature at hand...
Prophecy ya immature an ya shitty-dood,im spittin rhymes,u spittin kiddie-food..
and ya whole fuckin demeanour "commercial" like a b2k an P.Diddy-feud..
constantly trippin,cryin,most a WCC hope a lorry-had-hit-him..
i mean c'mon what kind a motherfucka makes a thread sayin "im sorry-fa-bitchin"..
ya name suit ya tho.."prophecies " usually old-an-unread..jus like ya-shit-writtens!..
i told-ya-ta-beg,oh i know what he gunna say "the verse mack spit-bitten"..
"you the grimiest" but ya style is easily switched-to-smooth..
you like hoes movin houses constantly..all ya do is pull "bitch-moves"..
my gauge-layed this-fuck-out,smith-an-wessons made the cock-shout..
the chef dont want the NINE like 8TH GRADE-DROPOUTS..
an thats it,its over,im through,i hoped you learned-dude..
that a name like "the chefs" a contradiction when i jus "served-you!"..
so now i served prophecy...where vito at?....
8 bars to destroy-vito,i do it so quickly i know my sickness-is-hella-scary..
this bar will annoy-people,but mess wit me,itll be the 2nd time ya visit-the-cemetary..
in one week,how ill-is-that?,i kill-a-track,judges hate biters so we get shook-votes..
but now ill reveal-the-fact that ya verse is shorter than ya foot-notes!..
we come wit real-tactics,kill-wackness,get off our dick,makin-threads..
like "is vdk still-active?",vito cant make dough like VDK ,not even "bakin-bread"..
im not Tone but my rap game is like "guns in the sky" the way im "hittin-Cloud-9"..
spittin-loud-rhymes,that stay heard,Mack will be in the fnal kickin-proud-lines..
pz
vitodeluca:
Vito's back from a death pause, bringin' death to this menage a trois, bringin 20 bars for yall, leave 2 suckas dead on the floor...//
Guess who's back y'all????
mack comin' through the door, rhymes been around like dime whores and 2nd hand stores,//
he's got a store room full of em, ya seen em before, whole crew using//
the same punches like y'all got a VDK database, I got data ta base it,//
don't wanna crew de-base, only time you spit somethin' "salient" is when you masterbate,//
makin ya bullet's ballistics an easy-trace, stepped on rhymes less like free style and more like free-base..//
fight-the-urge-ta-hate, woulda guessed ya "like beef" the way you bite-and-regurgitate,//
I hate to say ya gonna be losin more than my attention,//
only lesson you teachin me is who to do a cow impression//
Hey, I like the oldies station but I like new tunes like the Neptunes too,//
and For-real (pharell) I can say I'm not feelin' you, sorry dude,//
maybe 'seer should make a new column for you, call em to help you count the deja-"views"!!//
your "basic verse", pre-mixed so it coagulates when my acid hits it, sayin' I got no "dope punches", shiiiit, I spit as if you mixed//
heroin with kool aid mix, handle it, don't have to neon coat this, it's easy to see, ya couldn't spit unique (unic) if you swallowed a ball-less priest!//
leavin mack unwell, comin like a agitated cancer cell, straight outta hell, a frenetic devil, evil rippin' you at the genetic level,//
call a biochemist for emergency service, side effects-of-this will be DNA handicap that lasts, so even if Mack recovers his kids will be born ripped down the ass//
Like a brotha in a horror story, your ending is gory, ending Mack's glory, he played himself like usin' quarters as a suppository//
And prophecy, what can I say, take em away, don't wanna play with Vito today,//
go start some shit on the the keystyle board bitch, my lyrics were so sick in the last match that even with antibiotics ya still couldn't stand up for me to hand ya your ass,//
I only need 3 bars to leave off, get my key off, I'm in mourning this morning but even with a funeral and a death in the family ya still couldn't son me so fuck Mack and his meta about the cemetary (bitch)!!//
frenetic: pissed off, agitated
salient means commanding attention, outstanding, but is also like salty
Red Alert and Mack both said they're the "lyrical pinnacle" (Beef-we love it by Mack and Reds battle against...me in the first round) and rhymed it with miserable, ;mack's used the line "I'm the animal, mechanical 2x, adam X used a severed nerves metaphor in a keystyle and a battle (VDK cypher-addressin the hate/WCC round one against Jem), ect.
By the way, I know that Jay Z said For-Real, I used the meta in a different way, y'all wanna accuse me of biting g'head...my heads not in this shit..
Proph aka ..::Konztrukt::..:
here we go...
Now Mack aint be lackin confidence, he aint seein consequence, its common-sense/
cuz M-A-C-K aint seein prominence//
Proph be expected-to-lose, ejected-n-bruised/
but Proph be steppin up and gettin elected-to-prove//
Jus might pull a jack move, and steal Macks dreams/
of becomin KIng of WCC, cuz after im done he'll be left a fiend//
Stuck lickin VDK's nuts so they let him back in/
cuz Proph be a solo cat cuttin u up worse then Jin//
Givin u no pity, comin striaght from Van-City, tearin fools up n' exposin em for shitty/
i AM to grimey, i AM too gritty, Macks to pretty, callin up his docta so he'll soon have a clitty//
Surgical options wont change ya indentity/
ya still a faggot, and son there is no fuckin rememdy//
With one shot ill erase ya past, present, and future/
ya wounds be needin suture, ill blast seven then boot-chya//
Like a J ill light u up n hoot-chya, exhale from my lungs blue smoke n wack rhymes/
I be droppin dimes on ur lyrikal crimes, feds bustin ya door down for the first n last time//
Leavin Mack encased in pine, cuz he thought he could-beat-me/
as i move on to next round cuz i brought good-heat-see//
A dash of lyrical prowess, and a splash of satirical soundness/
this chef be cookin a meal n WCC will mow it, throw in they cd deck and pound this/
Choppin Vito up like garlic n chives, some flava to add to my ill rhyme schemes/
ill make ya famous as im endin lives, push ya dome back and scare ya whole team//
Elite be cleanin up the blood n brains as a result of a chargin slug train/
comin straight from the station that brigns all the pain, leavin Vito remains on the walls stained//
U winnin is like a mirage, ill re-arange ya visage/
Liberace givin u a massage, the world give Proph all teh applause//
Cuz like the beatles "im bigger then jesus", after Proph spits Vito jus freezes/
my shit spits far like sneezes, and im lyrically sick like measles//
peace
M Dogg™:
Winner will be choicen tonight
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