CREW TOURNY: Melanin Vs. Tha Realists

[Hittman]

This Is How It Will Go Down. 5 Verses From Each Crew, If Your One Less Or One More Then Your Team Is DQed. If Your Short Of Spitting Then Someone Can Spit Twice, But Only Twice. I'll Do All The Voting, Just To Let You Know The Voting Will Be The Same As Round 1, It All Comes Down To Average. There Is A Bar Limit Maximum Of 15, Minimum Of 10, And It Must Not Be Broken, One Verse That Goes Over Or Under The Bar Limit Will Get His Whole Crew DQed. Finally, All Verses Must Be Before Friday 24th May.

[infinite59]

Checkin in...... yo.... KVB wanted me to spit twice, so I'll drop my verse, and let Political Gangsta drop a verse as well, he's trying to get his props and shit, I know he'd love the oppurtunity.

[Tecknine]

You ain't 'amountin' to shit' if you were a sess-pool pumper in the Appalachians\
Fuckin' with my writtins aint happening like a Scitt Style Records greatest hits compelation\
Roccy's boyfriend R:E:L comes to the board stagin' a faggy EMO punk invasion\
Tongue lashings, emcee bashing in murderous fashions\
Matter-of-fact kid ,you have more 'useless bars' than a Samolian prison\
Unseen forces has risen,emcees seen my lyrics arisen in thier scariest vision\
I'm the reason you're son came out white strapped with a microphone\
He got my ill-type tendencies passed through my hip-hop pheremones\
My saliva residue on the mic causes curses to berzerke-kids\
This consenents and verb-shit, mixed with my obsurd-wits leaves kids in black hearses\
I didn't call out names because you crew is too wack to recognize\
My acidic words vaporize ,you take a breath leave you lungs circumsized\
You exhale and i take the insides and hang you from the rafters up high\
My immaculate syntex structures causes abrupt vein ruptures\
Ya crew is wackness clustered together in the form of a Fat kid and a bunch of gay men conductors\

[KVB]

Checkin in...... yo.... KVB wanted me to spit twice, so I'll drop my verse, and let Political Gangsta drop a verse as well, he's trying to get his props and shit, I know he'd love the oppurtunity.

Pr1mo just spitted, so it's all good... lol

[infinite59]

Find a "Pillow" for your death bed/
And rott in pieces with your fuckin head in the sand/
Fuck beaches, fuck bitches, fuck the world I am/
Infinite, I'm a kill your crew, before your blood has time to cool/
I am the Son of Sam/

I rape all those apposed to me approachin my goals/
But don't no one know where to find my corner/
So I'm swingin on every muthafucka till I'm a goner/
Kill me I'm a martyr, I'm dead already, and fuck Roccy/
KVB told me to offer a peace treaty, but fuck all those in need I'm Ariel Sharone/
I'm a fucking war criminal then maybe people will like me more, I'm sad/
Maybe if I bombed the fuck out of Japanese and Arabs ya'll would be glad/
Sayin Infinite's in the fuckin house like carpet, if my target was non-white's/
And I liked Axle Rose music, ya'll would know longer be opposed to the shit I say/
This shit's been flipped around the wrong fuckin way, So fuck being a REALISTS, I'm addin numbers to my kill list/
And then confessin to the shit, because jail is a better place!!!!!!

[ROCCY]

who in tha FUCK is that?^^

[bLaDe]

who in tha FUCK is that?^^

Infinite

 -{bLaDe}

[ROCCY]

:. link=board=bchamps;num=1021716941;start=0#6 date=05/22/02 at 17:54:07]

Infinite

 -{bLaDe}

Are u serious?

[Maestro Minded]

check his profile

[ROCCY]

dawmmmmmm i never expected him spitting something like tha..

[KVB]

dawmmmmmm i never expected him spitting something like tha..

What do you mean homie ?

[KVB]

This rhyme is like a painful nail cutting through your heart, it's KVB the highest ranked, I see Roccy as a fresh bitch just waiting to get spanked/
The Holy Knight holds a supreme advantage, come with a babric slegdehammer to inflict shattering damage on any erratic, wack faggot/
I ain't just the definition of "Dope", I'll thoroughly expand it, don't ever test my Viking style berserk frantics/
Final destination, your throat's already slit, so all retalitation attempts are wasted, I came with ten guages to release all of my hatred/
Splat you into small pieces, no, telkinessis won't increase your chances over ever again speaking to your family, nephews and neices/
I'm sitting here amused, watching Owen getting verbally abused, "used" like a urinal/
Kill you in uncontrolled rage, then piss on your grave at the funeral/
Crime time, my rhymes intoxicate your mind like high alochol wine, or beer, I reign supreme, call me Lord "Premium"/
Fake G, falling star, for a start, I'll cling a harpoon through your heart, you sound about as hard as Bizzy Bone on helium/
"The Realists" is done, you fags is slower than a stunned Big Pun after digesting ten beef stakes with tons of brain-boggling rum/
Abusive Melanin treatment, like torture is this sequence, see Holy Knights don't need no shield for de-fense, I make automatical amends/
My revenge will be intense, "The Realists" meets easy defeat like sheep hitting an electrical fence/
Pillow's worthless rhymes are written in "past tense", I will let the Holy Light infiltrate you, dominate you and forsake your soul/
Forcing control, my power can let a deceased Librace rise again and fill up your already widespread butt-hole/
Your wack-ass crew sound like epileptics on parole, faggots should know we execute our opponents like retarded people on death row/
Bitch-ass hoes...

[bLaDe]

Chapter 2: Defeating The Maggots

lol@quick freestyle shit

shattering your skull, wid jaw fragments all over the street...
hold on to ure seat as I chop off your legs so you can "admit-da-feet"...
my rhymes r like tha deseart, leave you burned if you try to ride...
stick ure dignity down ure throat, so u can swallow ure pride...
im known worldwide with my lines, chances of you winning are as narrow as bin laden holdin up USA'z flags...
After my rap session, and opression of ure lyriics, mics and emcees get wrapped up in  body bagz...
I dont give a fuck like a bishop...spittin till ya casket drops...
flingin verbal uppercuts givin ya'll concussions...
leave ure mental state collaspin like the economy of the russians...
lol@roccy thinks he can drop hard bars just cuz he jump with them...
leave u cold and motionless on the bathroom floor like i cut ure brain stem...
and pillow, nah ppl dont sleep on ure rhymes cuz of ure nickname ...
creep-up on ure-lines and stab your nack and watch u drown in my flame...
Your "shit" aint "tight" so jus call em lose-motions...
as i end this rhyme, doctors diagnose tha fakest with abused-notions....

...R.I.P'ped

 -{bLaDe}

[infinite59]

I'm spittin on behalf of my brother Illicit, who couldn't make it because he was out fucking some bitches, or reading his Qu'ran, or contemplating the deeper aspects of life.....



Since you fake mc's, are all sleepin on me/
haven't turned in your verses, like where's Roccy?/
Nowhere to be seen, must be sucking the dick of a Jewish mc/
Who could that be, hmmmm....let me see, Ohhh Now I Know/

Ya'll fuckin hoes is all sleepin, I'm passing out blankets and clothes/
To these faggot rookie wannabe Melanin Hoes/
Fuck the Realists, and like the US's first colonists did to Indians/
My blankets are infested with invective rhetoric and small pox infections/
I cut wholes in little sections so I can evaporate your style's like convection/
Get stretched out on Section 8, your getting a case of manhandling/
By me, I'm the Infinite 5 to the 9, but I've replaced my last name with the X/
If I was a white supremist ya'll would be mad, but then why ya'll love Malcolm?/
Naw fuck that, I just confused ya'll, because the both of them have truths/
The only wrongs are done when information is kept from some/
So we must pray for the education of all, and avoid the pitfalls/
I draw from this knowledge to defeat this half-crescent mc's/
Ya'll is gonna be forever peasents until you find the immunities/

Peace.

[bLaDe]

soooooo.........do we win? lol....u said BEFORE friday 24th, and its May 24th, 2002, 12:10am ...... and we r the only crew which dropped 5 verses....?

 -{bLaDe}