West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: Hittman on May 07, 2002, 05:12:40 AM
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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.
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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
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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??/
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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
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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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Aiight......look like we got company
Check it.....
There's only 2 Outcomes when u Face Tha Elite/
Get Knocked tha fuck out wit anxiety or just suffer plain ol' defeat/
How is it yall are even Showing Up 2 Face tha Best/
Defeating us? Hell nah, Even Gary Coleman got a better chance in winnin a Dunk Contest/
Fools, Elite is OG Ol Skool, Straight up Untoppable/
Watchin U new skoolers rap is like 'Re-Runs Friends', cuz it's too fuckin Predictable/
By tha way lemme introduce myself, I be Rodzilla tha Pussy Filla/
A Cold Blooded Killa, Cant think of nobody reala/
I be tha 7th Sign/ Dont need no gay ass Jewlery 2 Shine/
And My rhymes are well connected like a bootleg cable/
U punk muthafuckas wouldn't SHYNE even if u waz on P. Diddy's label/
And Harmany, how u gonna have tha guts 2 diss me? You're weight's below feather classified/
U requested to be a tight emcee, Well, guess what? ACCESS DENIED/
Rest in Piss and Dun come around our way again.......
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Gareefa layin down ready to annihilate, the ellite//
i progress as i defeat these muthafuckahs jus know im neva discreet//
annihilate, watch the eyes dialate//
shadow kicks, had too many pricks not jus from the needles//
but from yah homiez in ellite.. y'all make me sick//
im sliding a bullet into your heart like a slippery dick//
karim, dont ask me shit, dont ever mention me in your rhymes//
no1 knows where that mouth has been//throw all the pucnhes you want//
i take it on the chin//pick you up an play yo ass like a human violin//
fuckers claim to be pussy fillers while im striaght physcho, blood spiller//
i scare your kids like MJ's thriller//
pay to fuck your hoe then bill herso im ready for the blood to leak//
technically it should be illegal for me to speak//
reppin the Phormz to the fullest, while ellite walk away wit heads full of AK bullets//
no beef.. jus rhymin
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shhhhhhh..............a Dizazter is present..........niggaz taken off they feet.................LIfePhormz murderin' yall.......
yo yo yo.........
Lifephormz, dormant intellectual minds rotatin' your axis outta orbit-
Dizazter 'Kicked' tha 'Shadow' outta tha shade, nigga needs pentium chips back to restore-it-
im stealin' yallz poorage, Scrappy Doo's bites are to happy to lay out any Phormz performance-
my Sikotic skill is enormous, how yall plan to battle a toxic tonic mutant when still learnin' ebonics?-
i provoke with ultra-sonics, my murderin' odometer ran outta mileage, hope on tha '7th' day you pick up my knownledge-
ive been around since Burger King was a 'Prince', turn 'Rodzilla' to 'Presilla' Presley then 'Snipes' the 'Wesley' with Dizazterous prints-
Elite?......more like a bitch in heat, tha only beef you engage in is at Fat Joe's summer league tag-team-
learn my scheme, ill dismantle yall hoes see,act nosey, ill put you in my Panic Room like Jody-
have you seein' $hit like codeine, have you outta place like Jeff Jarret without tha Roadie-
we can take this to tha street level, text or complex,or just plain audio-
have these Elite's hearts thumpin' like cardio, thinkin' you was in a video game tha way you need extra lives like Mario-
ill Compaq yallz Presario, Skilotic thinkin' he was at a beach tha way he 'Sea-Shells'-
LifePhormz opposes death, givin' Jesus a greetin' card for a luncheon at hell-
Dizazterous One strike.........aint no way you can fuck with what anyone of us says-
I'll leave Rodzilla lookin' stupid like a Jamacian without his Dreds...........
LifePhormz will murder yall.................Dizazter will strike.........die slow
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Sikotic reppin Elite, the hardest muthafuckaz on the streets/
Ya status we deplete, gettin a 'rise' off murderin bitches like a sucka beatin' his meat/
Cause the way I'm spittin', impact causin' cells to splitten/
Sorta like division, round y'all up into groups and leave deep incisions/
And Harmany doesn't even deserve any recognition for those booty ass rhymes/
Your in 'harmany' with your homosexuality but your dealin' with real men so faggots don't thrive/
And what kind of name is "Lifephorms"?, they way we're violatin' y'all this battle should be illegal like child porn/
Now we got this rookie Disasterous One, don't know you fuckin with masters, son/
And I'm suppose to take Gareefa as a threat?pssshhhhh nigga please/
Just the thought of me droppin my verse has him shakin like Parkinson's disease/
Now Visions crying, sight gettin blurry, he knows the only way he can win this battle is through controversy/
Y'all like appetizers cause the Elite bring the main course/
Hope ya had protetion cause ya cliq got fucked via lyrical intercourse///////////
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Hey...what happened to my verse????????
Plus, H20 still needs to do his
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Elite Win On DQ!
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link=board=bchamps;num=1020784361;start=0#10 date=05/15/02 at 15:23:30]Elite Win On DQ!
This is a switch, usually it's the Elite that is DQed. I fells strange, usually I would prosest, but hell, we deserve it. Good thing too, we all spit average shit... new round we coming correct.
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haha, bitches were scared, lol, dont blame ya for it tho
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i saved my better shit for the next victims......
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Damn.... thats bullshit im pissed :'(
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Damn.... thats bullshit im pissed :'(
>:( AINT THIS SUM MUTHAFUCKIN BULLSHIT GODDAMNIT
AHHHHHHHHHHHH >:( :(
WHO COULD OF WON THIS THO
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Yeah...this was sum fucked up shit...
I ain't complainin or bitchin or anything like that....but this was fucked. I know H20 didn't get his verse in, but Sikotic sent his verse in after the time limit as well. But, Logic is the judge, and what he says goes.
Props to ya Elite...even though this was kinda fucked up...
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aiiiiight logic, start the next round
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aiiiiight logic, start the next round
Yeah... Next round... Roster no matter who:
Sikotic, tha7th, I-Bo, Techniec.... and feeling in for me 'cause it's his turn to shine.... DOGG JONES!!!!!