ight imma drop first,  i'll drop in a lil while,  first 2 5 wins right. make it 25-35 bars instead

fuck i aint reading your rhyme an it aint worth it//
aint waisting my time 2 read one line an that hurts kid//
cuz i used to consider you a close homie//
but now im bitter, punk wigger can blow me//
this aint no childs game u now my rival//
an exposing you is vital to my survival like a priest needs his bible//
now i aint hatin but imma expose you like a actor wit bad character//
you caucasian that would kill 2 be an african in america//
sayin worshippin christ is damn near homosexual//
you gotta be kidding right,  some intellectual//
it was you tha white osama makin a religion based around 2pac in reality//
an u dissed tha homie trauma but its u that needs to check his sexuality//
but rhymin bout how u gay played out like your anti american judgement an thoughts//
an im lovin it cuz u fuckin wit a ghostface killah like tony starks//
an what im about 2 say will shake tha ground from missouri to tha african safari//
its goin leave infinite well dont like fried calamari an i aint goin say sorry//
atleast i didnt turn my dad into an alacholic//
when times got bad my dad was able to control it//
in 7th grade my family was poor an chistmas missed me//
but i didnt have to turn to whiskey//
blaming others is your motto but atleast i now try to confront my problems//
i didnt have to resort to a 40 oz bottle//
you try to act all pure but ur jus a pompous asshole//
but i kno ur insecure,  a self conscience soul//
i may be a moron an i kno i far from perfect//
but atleast i dont hide behind a quran an worship rappers that glorify murder//
you a joke to tha world of muslims//
sayin white girls r devils an u look up to druggies that be thuggin//
tha shit i drop be tha truest, word is bond//
im almost done jus in time for u to worship your louis farankanh//
now when it comes to multis an ill metaphors//
im guilty,    infinite got tha skill to get better scores//
an believe it or not writing jus shit hurt yo//
but it was infinite that said lets get personal//
an if infinte tries to expose my life in his rhyme//
remember i never held back an laid it all on tha line for yall to look into my eyes an analyze//
so vote for who u feel//
but also take into consideration who dropped tha real


yo infinite,  im sorry it had to come 2 this

Aight, I ain't into Hall Of Mirrors / Train Of Thought beef about race, religion or whatever, so I'ma try to neutrally judge these verses; Infinite you got a dope and very unique style, only I think your shit wasn't that much of a battle verse; of course you attacked Tom and you might've hit him but Tom did this differently cuz, even though I can only assume what your beef is about, he threw direct punches at you and seemed to hit harder. It might have been kinda simple at times but Tom took this because of his way of dissin IMO

VOTE = WHITE AND PROUD

I respect your vote and everything but that's not fair to say mine wasn't much of a battle verse.  Did you read it?  It's the Ramadaan, I can't be cussing, using abusive, foul-mouthed invective... I had to spit like this... and if you read it I don't see how it isn't a battle verse man.  I think ya'll have a limited imagination as to what a battle verse should be.  That's what holds back this board and that's why everybodies rhymes look the same at the forum.
Anyway, I respect your vote, just had to explain why I came the way I did.  

1.  It's the Ramadaan, so I can't be cussing, using foul-mouthed invective
2.  To try to show everyone that I can write a battle verse that doesn't look the same as anyone elses.

Infinite, you do have a point and I might not have explained my vote well. I got no time now but I will comment later...until then you don't have to count my vote so you don't get KO'd in case Tom gets a 3rd one

I think ya'll have a limited imagination as to what a battle verse should be.  That's what holds back this board and that's why everybodies rhymes look the same at the forum

If I was to attack you now I could say that you insinuated that I'm a narrow-minded person, makin a narrow-minded comment yourself; it's not that I keep stickin to my 'limited imagination', and neither 'everybody's rhymes look the same'. I don't think you can say that

1.  It's the Ramadaan, so I can't be cussing, using foul-mouthed invective

Ok, I admit that I didn't think about that. On the other hand, net-thuggin doesn't equal droppin a dope verse...see:

Mothafuckin bitch I'ma fuckin kill your shitty bitch ass click//
then I rape your mothafuckin mother and get ya fuckin neck slit//

this is full of cussin, but it's wack as fuck. The fact you didn't cuss at all might have lead me to sayin it wasn't too much of a battle verse, but there's another point: Tom's verse wouldn't have been too impressive if he had thrown the foulest language he knows at you, he did use cuss words but that wasn't what made the difference - the personal attacks did. See, I don't know much about your beef, but it's obvious this ain't a fun battles and IMO Tom hit you harder than you hit him and he did by writin disses directly aimed at you

ou caucasian that would kill 2 be an african in america//
sayin worshippin christ is damn near homosexual//
you gotta be kidding right,  some intellectual//
it was you tha white osama makin a religion based around 2pac in reality//
an u dissed tha homie trauma but its u that needs to check his sexuality//

...know what I mean ?

2.  To try to show everyone that I can write a battle verse that doesn't look the same as anyone elses.

I said it was dope and unique. Don't overlook that

I'ma definitly give this one to Tom...

Infinite came with some good shit, but I saw no real direct punches.

Infinite...I understand the Ramadaan N shit, but does that mean you can't hit the man with some ill punches?  To me, and I'ma be real here...I wouldn't even consider that a battle verse at all.  You're in a battle with a dude, and all you're talkin about is your religion and shit...

Tom came out hungry, and pretty much ate up Infinite's rhyme and shit it out...

My vote goes to Tom...

it's wack that you have to cuss and act hard to win these days.  There's no such thing as beating someone intellectually anymore.  F this whole keystyle forum.  For real!!

didn't I get my point across ? Short version: It's not the cuss words or newt-thuggin it's the attacks and they don't need to be based upon "actin hard"

You do need to hit sumbody in sum way. What do you understand by "beatin sumone intellectually" ? Punches don't need to include cash, guns & bitches, they can definitely be intellectual. But if you write a complicated essay about stoichiometry then of course you can't win a battle. It's still called battle for a reason. That's my point and I think it's pretty much what the other voters thought

it's wack that you have to cuss and act hard to win these days.  There's no such thing as beating someone intellectually anymore.  F this whole keystyle forum.  For real!!

Homie, peep a few bars from my battle against Pr1mo ..

I erase-n-chop-up-yo-fame, bLaDe;-the-illest-in-this-game like playin scrabble-n-spellin A-I-D-S; the day u'll beat me, is when straights start-walkin in gay-parades ~/
Feel this-in-ya-frame, you waz on the top-of-the-game, but your fallin like the tower of babel-compellin the dark-symbolizem of ace-of-spades~/

Leavin mankind confined in the perils of my mind; Primo couldnt bust-a-rhyme if he was a chiropractor who broke-necks~/
I soak-techs in deep rhymes so I can spray liqued linguiestics, which rusts-ya-mind bouncin ya head harder than bad checks~/

I bust-caps like cops exposing-illegal-production-of-hats, deep impact like Téa Leoni, pack lethal heat like burnin fedex packs filled-with-anthrax~/
The Earths crust-collapse, causin quakes with murderious-raps, radiatin paradoxial blows-of-destruction-with-ill-syntax~/

Digital scripts burn like cds; whoever labeled you an MC, was as confused as columbus namin america the west-indies~/
Ballistic-hits hyper-text connects likes fiber optical cable, lyrics thurst and rise like blood pressure due to Craigs supressed-artiries~/

In None of those bars, did I swear, peace

  -{bLaDe}