K.I.N.G.S.<<<vs>>>ELITE (crew Battle)

[TimeLock]

It's offical this battle K.I.N.G.S. vs EILTE is on....
Dirtydogg213:  were doin it doggystylin style

each member posts a rhyme 15-25 barz in that this thread
the whole crew battle will go on for a week and then people can vote

starting from now Its Feb 19th, 2002, 1:47pm all entries must be in by Feb 26th , 2002, 1:47pm(cali time) fuck baord time

Please use this format when voting

K.I.N.G.S.
NoT: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Logic: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Naz-T: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Irish_thug_wannabe: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
ruthlesssoljah: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
TimeLock: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
ToNe1904: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
K.I.N.G.S. Average rating:

Elite
Sikotic: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Tha7th: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
M Dogg: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
I-Bo: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Doggystylin: rating out of 5 (you can use decimals)
Elite Average rating:

VOTE = whoever the winner is

NO FREE POSTING...

if u post a check in please delete it when u post ur verse

so we can just have flows at the top of this thread

[NoT]

Yo, Logic... TimeLock told me to tell you to remove the two posts you made above so that the thread doesn't get cluttered. Just verses and then responses. This is by far my best verse yet at this board...

Gettin' votes against k.i.n.g.s. like a bad ignition, it NoT gettin started ~
Spittin retarded… cut u down the center to leave you split hearted ~
Ya statures all nervous while my quaking is incredible ~
with black holes verses, there's no Escaping the inevitable ~
Gracing the pedestal, battling I-Bo you're timing's shallow ~
Plus you scared pale, the first cat with an albino shadow ~
I dine on hollow shards of bone, like Doggy, starring abroad ~
Getting ya name in the "Book of Life" after a spar with the god ~
When my raps deploy, feel the wrath of a maddened voice ~
And be docile like trained Doggs when I throw words "at-a-boy" ~
Bashin tracks, my words part flesh when mocking bullets ~
And I commit beastiality by raping you to "stop the bullshit" ~
I spare L's to vets, face the facts, they hard to swallow ~
That I'm lightyears ahead, makin me an act hard "to follow" ~
Darkness wallows in Death, I'm simply ceasin your reign ~
And got ya cryin behind windows, plus Screaming "in pane" ~
Calling me out? Just pulling death like bullets when weapons aimed ~
Tha7th's chest get maimed, left in pain, no way you can "win-dow" ~
Throw in the towel on fake, cause I spit anthrax when I send posts ~
Getting close? Just cause we talked on AIM don't let it go to heart ~
Claiming vet now-a-days, with a molded art? Blown to parts! ~

[Sikotic™]

Muthafuckin vets, don't wanna admit it? Well denial is a disease/
Twist you bitches up like the braids on Alicia Keys/
Got double the peeps but half the dominance as Elite emcees/
Y'all best freeze, so cold, gettin frostbite from what we breathe/
NoT ain't even got the balls to speak my name, got you tame/
Think you got "picture" perfect rhymes, but we surroundin' em like "photo frames"/
Elite redefine this game, like the latest car model/
Leavin skid marks on y'all bustaz, our cliq driven through ya full throttle/
Verbal sonic booms, collapsin' eardrums with these sounds/
Shatterin glass, Makin' complete jokes outta K.I.N.G.S. like the movie Kung-Pow/
Use your Logic, I'm Lockin Time with the Tone of my rhyme/
Like a Ruthless crime, our Souljahs spittin AlerGicvenom, leavin ya blind/
We ain't no Thug Wannabes, but you amateurs still front astonishly/
We the best, but y'all takin our credit like your girl goin' on a shoppin spree/
Y'all claim to be K.I.N.G.S. so let me crown ya with a dunce cap/
Violatin' you cats like Santa bonein' the kids sittin' on his lap/
I battle rap, can't shit on y'all cause your already crap/
Gettin lost with my metaphors, stoppin at a gas station to get a map/
It's a fact, Sikotic reppin Elite, on a comeup y'all creep/
Kickin ass with the first verse of more to come, lyrical ether puttin K.I.N.G.S. to sleep////////

[ZILLA THA GOODFELLA]

Aiight coo.........

Check it........I might go a bit over tha bar limit, but i need 2 say everythin i got in my mind rite now.




Introduction:
OH NOO, Run 4 cover, It's tha muthafuckin F.A.Gz/
Claimin they can be a challenge 4 us Vets? OH bitch Pleeez/

*Switches Style*

Straight Lyrical shit..........
Allow me to Chop off a K.i.n.g head just to make u feel ACHE/
Strap u faggots 2 tha front seat just so u can see straight/
"Exchange" yur brain for grains like i corporate E-Trade/
"Blacken" both your eye balls just so yall can be EIGHT/
let me introduce u to rebate, something u can RELATE/
Face tha pavement watch in amazement as ur skin SCRAPES/
Pounding ur head on tha asphault harder than ur heartRATES/
Watch yur muthafuckin teeth SHAKE, now watch yur bones BREAK/

Wat a fine lil picture Im painting/ Lyrically Im shadowing yall
then slowly Slaying/

Attack mode:
Pussy ass muthafuckaz cant stand Us people talkin shit/
Wont stop til i see your back split and ur valves RIP/
Suck the blood from ur body until my rage FITS/
Even if u F.A.Gz die Ima keep beatin, and i WONT STOP BITCH.............

And he shall continue:
Yo NoT, This ain't a brawl, because yur BARS didn't STICK OUT enough/
Like DICKS in tiny CUNTS, you can RIDE it but it might be ROUGH/
U came weak like u came SPITTIN wit a LIMP PENIS/
I'm aimin for ya moms LIPS, while she says "RODZILLA (7th), HIT BETWEEN THIS"......

Outro:
I warned fists would swing, but now it's too late to run/
Right-crossin u fakes and bums, till u forget what city or state yur from.............

[Hittman]

[Intro]

Elite, Your Scorned And Lame, And Quite Bitch-Made With That Gay Shit You Spit
Dropping Rhymes Shakier Than Jesus An Hour Prior To Been Put On Crucifix
I Keep My Ear To The Floor, To Hear Fear - I Put My Hand To Your Chest To Feel The Roar
Dropping Shit So Damaging, You'd Think I Was Rhyming From Around The Tenth Floor

[Part 1 - Flowing]

When I Get The Mic Its Like A Psycho Spits
I Flip A Nitro Switch, And Bust It Till It Rips
Your Twistin Lines, Your The Kind That Wished They're Rhyming
Fists Are Flying, Lay You To Rest, Cos' Your Already Dieing
I'm More Severe Than Tryin To Steer Threw Piercin Rapids
I'm Fiercesome Dragon, And Your Just The Deer Or Rabbit Thats In Panic
Or More Likely To Be A Queer Or Faggot, You Need Some Practice
I Don't Even Hear You Rap I'm Just Bored From Hearing Static
Time To Enslave The Weak, You Can't Even Type Cos' I Erased Your Keys
Rip You So Bad You Must Start To Believe, Need To Wake From Sleep

[Part 2]

When I Spit? It's In-Sane - Mind States With Insane Intentions
In-Tentions, I Tend To Get My Crew The Portion Of Win-Mentions
My Purpose Needed, You Don't Get Enough Time To Break-You-Down
I Stand Back In Shadows, Waiting To LyricallY Take-Your-Crown
Make-The-Sound, I'm The Sickest To Walk Through Your Death-Street
Watch You Wasting Your Breath, I'm Thinkin, My Breath's-Heat

[Outro]

God, It Figures! Your Shits More Pre Written Than The Bible With Recitals You Exit Your Chances Of Survival//
Jesus Christ! I Hate Crews That Think They're Part Of The New-Arrivals, That Your Reason For Been Suicidal//

[Naz-T]

I'll spit some shit later on tonight..
Peace

[Naz-T]

My crew never *bowed* but I ma have to “set-it-straight” ya’ll better start to “me-di-tate” uh/
I wasn’t ‘made’ this ‘great’ yo I was born a “heavy-weight”
I’m  so cold, I am heating this place up like 8 thousand  cent-I-grade /
I wont “exa-gge-rate” but “grab-ya-date” – ‘hard!’ /
I “Humiliate”,  when I ‘embark!’ people label it “immense-and-paining”/
I face foes “piss-em-off”/ now got em stressing like they “mens-tru-ating”/
I stepped into the “dissing-craft” / The battle now is “esca-la-ting”  /
Fed up with “Aggravating-lies” I’m “activating-rhymes”  that’ll  “crack-tha-hating minds”/
I’m “mocking”! *the ‘suckers’ “ducking”*.. I know ya’ll “feel-offend-ed”/
This is ‘battle’ is no “chall-enge”/ It is ‘over’ when I “end-it”/
Ya ‘faggots’ acting “sav-age” / But ya ‘homoz’ is “dement-ed”/
My “Royal” crew’s  being “loyal” when they say you motherfuckers won’t “ever-bear-us”/
I’m like, lets cut off arms, legs, ears, eyes and leave em bleeding on they “parents-ter-race”/
And why ya’ll acting like ya  “mouthy-gangstaz”/
it’s ‘absurd’!! coz you ‘nerds’ is a bunch of “lousy- prankstaz”!/
You the saddest crew I ever ‘heard’, what make it even ‘worse’? you “proudly-represent-it”!!/

Peace

[Ro J. Simpson]

can i spit?..........i am formerly known as jae won btw

peace

[M Dogg™]

Snatch ya'all crowns to melt that shit down for the pawn shops can sell around/
Ya'all as kings is like Biggie being the greatest, made by hatas 'cause your Royal force couldn't invade us/
I'm a jawdropper like watch the play grounds, I'm Hall of Fame bound, not even Logical thinking can stop me now/
Respect I snatch it Like I'm the Ol' Dirty Bastard, Attacking you like a VelosiRapter/
Making ya'all forefit, 10 deep and you still need more reinforcement, Like this be some real war shit/
I'm like a snow storm in Cali, even Death Valley, Great event like fucking a commercial girl from Bally's/
Imagion a Lincon Park raised kid, Back in Casa Blanka being wasted, rolled you up like a zig/
Dissing me is like dissing Mexicans on Cinco de Mayo, Rather go to the jail in Chino, 'Cause I be San Bernardino/
It's heart and soul, I done seen the Spirit fold and now have Stampede championship gold/**
If Time is Lock well I'm the locksmith, open it to make myself quick, and kill that ToNe Def bitch/
Ya'all so coward you wouldn't fight Satan, even if his rapeing, the existance of homosaphions/
You beating us is like Tyson getting his life straight, Well we penitrate, you sit there and masterbate/
And fabricate the WCC past, Ya'all make me laugh saying that I fell off to damn fast/
But I never fell off I was just hidden, like evidence against Clinton, Or America's racist positions/
The Elite has just graced you presents, Taxed ya'all like pesents and proved we the the champs from Heaven/

** The Spirit and Stampede are our baseball teams, the Spirit were the older team that never won, but people loved though they folded to make way for the Stampede, who won 2 championships in the last 4 years.

[ITW [the irish boy]]

All you muthafuckas trying ta look stylish with your broken up structured rhymes. Fuck that, here I'm coming with a str8 rugged ass verse.....

YO YO YO

The quickness of this flow is unknown
like your dick is unblown
dribbling on your chin when i pass the microphone
a stone in the head
is what you get for actin gangsta
you aint no al capone
i'll get out my kodacrome
snapshots of chaulk in the dust
your name is chisled in stone
dont moan, your dead, no need to fight
with delight i proclaim our devine right
in the eternal fires of night
your souls will "e-lite"
we dangled the bait, and wait
did you bite?
now ur in a battle with 9 kings 9 armies
it's too late
to unseal your fate
in the air a see a swirl of sand disintegrate

[Miss NWA Whoorider]

you wanna battle Kings in what will be a splatter battle?
you wanna die an ugly death and hear my tail really rattle?
wanna know what it means to make a soljah ruthless?
wanna see how it feels to become toothless?
The 7th is supposed to see shit ahead of time,bet ya didn't see this ryhme/bet you wanna think you can take me on/bet you better run and live another day along/I see Naz T over there a shaking/I know in his pants the shit he's making/I can feel and smell his stink/I know the way this stupid bitch thinks/You are right to want to run/Your right to be scared son/this ain't no game here/you stepped up to the worst dear/You may call me the Queen here/and I think I will call you freeze/cuz my flows make you wanna wheeze/and I will cut you down in battle/your no one for me to hendle/so step up but be careful how you do it/cuz one overstep and it might get you deadlocked to it/then how you gonna get outta this/your crew,they in such a mess,they shoulda never stepped upto this/But thats what you get when you step upto the Kings/Battle,Death and other things..........

R.I.P Elite

[Naz-T]

haha ruth. I am in yo crew

[TimeLock]

I drop lyrics that "Time Lock", so don't even bother checking ur your Calendars, wrist watches, or Clocks/
cuz lyrically K.I.N.G.S. spit rhymes that put ya mind on Lock/
We virtually undefeatible, wise like Moses, with a Kingly Staff we produce Miracles/
Verbally gifted is da K.I.N.G.S. Staff, u bitches sure u wanna feel da K.I.N.G.S. Wrath/
Due to inactivity, y'all steady on da downward path/
I mean come on, really bitches, do the Math/
it's 4 elite Servants to 10 K.I.N.G.S. men, tell me what y'all really trying to defend/
We da new school kats battling these old school fools, K.I.N.G.S. done killed elite, and left da pigs no clues/
they think they cool, but they rhyme like "4", year olds,.......never bin schooled/*
with brains smaller than their family jewels, girls just get amused, by their old shriveled tools/
yall's skill is lil', not near a kings, even when tripled/
They're short reached but call themselves elite/
compared K.I.N.G.S. rhymes theirs could never be deep/
K.I.N.G.S. text depletes, da whole elite fleet/
like a quite storm, we reap ur heads with death's swift arm/
K.I.N.G.S. write rhymes like elite writes bad checks, cuz we just to expensive for their intellect/
y'all elderly yet y'all still taking baby steps, elite got lost in the huge foot prints K.I.N.I.G.S. rhymes left/
ya'll some dried prunes lyrically lost in Time, but i warp u fools to the present with my rhyme/
K.I.N.G.S. ripped u old Fads in Flash like Macromedia, we lyrically opened and closed this battle like an encyclopedia/

*4 one year olds*

.:TimeLock:. AKA .:Son of Time:.

[Maestro Minded]

[WARM-UP]
comparing thiz battlefield to chessboardz, I-BO considerz gamez az "Check-MATE"//
lets set thingz STRAIGHT, farmer mc's RETALIATE when facing WCC-HEAVYWEEIGHT//
suppozed to be KINGS, but still, Elite is facing the worst thinkable STARTLINE//
my personal DESIGNED  "four-NINE automatic kalashnikov" makin yall wanna RESIGN// (AK47)
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when we battle, i'll stab your CORPSE, cauzin distasterz like "New-YORK"//
like in Robin Hood, i aint restin before i got Naz-T'z heart on my FORK//
so many fake KINGS I-BO can DISS, i expose my first bars and suckaz DISMISS//
dont need no ASSISTS, my style CONSISTS of an un-metarable terror-KISS//
victime no2, called NoT, you're like "Bone~Thugz", "with~NO~HARMONY", ill have your body ROTT//
you wouldnt be able to have me CAUGHT, even if i was stranded on an eazy target-SPOT//
intented to FORGET about my greatness, but got REMEMBERED and hooked backup from LOGIC//
i smashed his head off, compensated with a meeting with his local NEUROLOGIC
that fool supposed to think "logic", but how come he cant extract "1:ez from 0:ez"// (ONEZ FROM ZEROZ)
i separate KINGS from "ELITO'Z" as simple as "b-actorz" from "DE NIRO'Z"
the diffrence between "Logic'z from I-Bo'z"  is like "computer nerdz from ACTION-HEREOZ"//
3 KINGS wasnt enough to master me, so them foolz holla' at TIMELOCK//
he wouldnt be able to gain victory cuz that fools buyed ENRON-STOCKS// **
any bullet you shot i BLOCKS, like an OX i SHOCKS mc's with DREADLOCKS// (horns)
im the GREATER, like WHITE SOCKS, facing a lightWEIGHTER bitch sucking COCKS//
expozing "RUTHLESS bitchez" for RHYME-PRESS, my naughty style makes you IMPRESSED//
with SUCCESS i stick my fat dick in your mouth and leaving it TOOTHLESS//
like Ice-T, i got connection  with corruted popo's, sending your ass to PENENTANTARIEZ//
my suspicious ELEMENTRY rhyme cant be tuched by foolish Irish Thugz WANNABEE'Z//
or foolz named Tone...you're supposed to act like a KING, but where the fuck is your royal CROWN//
i guess you're a royal CLOWN, you've faced me twice and i smacked you DOWN//



** enron is a corrupted american energy company that just been caught ... george bush had enron stocks.. lol... yall must have seen the pictures when enron workers threaded important papers .. lol

**EDITED** --> for sum reason i wrote "coppupted" insted or "corrupted" .. TWICE .. lol ..  + i added sum description of enron

[ToNe1904]

Let tha judges RATE-THIS-SHIT, ToNe bout tah DESECRATE-YAH-HITS/
I "FREE-FLOW" tah DEFEAT-THOSE-ELITE-HOS, call em EMANCIPATED-SPITS/
Against this corny collabo, like an album titled "80's DANCE-TO-GREATEST-HITS"/
Battlin K.I.N.G.S. you jus "wide-eyed bitchez", sum FASCINATED-TRICKZ showin how they jus EJACULATED-QUICK/
Cus Elite only "comin" hard togetha, by sittin in circles, reachin over....n MASTURBATIN-DICKS/
ToNe ASSASINATE-YAH-CLICK, so bow down like yall in prison, and a K.I.N.G.S. ASS-WE-MADE-YAH-LICK/
Buncha crybabiez throwin an EXASPERATED-FIT cus yah jus lost by tryna MASQUERADE-AS-SICK/
I guess gay pride iz used to LINK-YUR-CREWMEN, cus yah ridin eachothaz dicks more then an N'SYNC-REUNION/
Elite tried to spit fire, but came wit UNREFINED-STEAM I already killed yah easy wit thiz RHYME-SCHEME/
Leavin WCC a CRIME-SCENE n givin yall a BLIND-DREAM/
By ensurin every ELITE-CARCASS is about tah MEET-DARKNESS/
U killed yahselves, cus yur inability to bring tha HEAT-SPARKED-US/
How far can yah rhymes TAKE-YOU? To death when ToNe BREAKS-THRU/
Cus ima strait MAKE-FOOLS of yur whole "Ho-CAKE"-CREW/
Thinkin yall are top-notch wit "HEAVEN-SENT"-RHYMES by callin yahself E-L-I-T-E/ (spell it out lol)
But ToNe jus "closed tha gate" on yah SEVEN-CENT-LINES, yah bout tah SEE-HELL-BY-ME-G......./

aiight...i think Froggystyle iz tha only one left righ? lol spit yur shit foo n letz get tha votin goin...