http://www.bboy.org/forums en Fri, 20 Nov 2009 22:30:01 GMT vBulletin 1 http://www.bboy.org/forums/images/greenfox/misc/rss.jpg http://www.bboy.org/forums http://www.bboy.org/forums/freestyle-rhyme-session/124501-sutley-vs-g-wiz-64-bar-battle-.html Thu, 19 Nov 2009 21:33:40 GMT The setup for this battle is fairly unique. Our first verse will be up to 16 bars long, and it will be in the self-promo style. Following the first verse, G.Wiz and I will include four words that need to be incorporated into each other's second verse, which represents the diss portion of the battle. This second verse will also be up to 16 bars long, and will be flipping our opponent's first verse.

3-0 or first to 5.


My jaws are divine, like a vice grip of rhymes;
I bite the mind with more "might" than every child's head lice crisis combined.
My perfect record outlined: three over nil on the XY,
That's a zero divide, so my style's still "undefied,"
But mathematically "graft," like adding branches to bonsai,
Attaching body and soul to rap like a breakdancin' Frankenstein.
Dear diary, today I'm a little embarrassed to say,
I manhandle every rapper I face, does that make me gay? : (
Maybe not, since my battle talents rub off on my followers,
Turning every woman I meet into my personal sword swallower.
I'm like Scrooge McDuck with the whole rich white guy appeal,
And more dough than those slogan-filled Homer Simpson highlight reels.
You're immortalized only if your dice rolls have been lucky,
So I won't quit playin' Life 'til I've Monopolized Money.
Yeah I'm clever, I've embezzled a leprechaun's hidden wealth,
And conned a leper into blessing himself as a symbol of health,
And just like a leopard's pelt, I can't change my spots,
Like that asshole Carrot Top, all I've ever got is props.
Every man that I've battled has buckled under the damage,
I've left more has-beens abandoned than the fuckin' Titanic,
I'm like the Korean mail-order master chef of this place,
'Cause I always serve bitches on different tectonic plates.
I bend them all to my will, brainwashed 'til they're loyal,
Scrub their cerebellum with "Pledge" 'til they scream "Sutley heil!"
Now they're Tartarus-bound with not a prayer for their soul,
My "paradigms" on their mind's eyes payin' the ferryman's toll,
It's how I spread my inflection, "dyein'" hip hop black and blue,
Leavin' more soldiers decomposin' than the entire Spanish Flu.
These sixteen original bars are a ferocious masterpiece,
And it's hopeless when my magnum opus closes its teeth,
So please don't mock me with your "awww, he copied his puns,"
'Cause I'm brighter than Stephen Hawking at the center of the Sun.


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G.Wiz, your four words are: chandelier, platypus, Europe, and broccoli. ]]> Freestyle Rhyme Session Sutley http://www.bboy.org/forums/freestyle-rhyme-session/124501-sutley-vs-g-wiz-64-bar-battle-.html