[Bboy Jroc]

Deadline: Friday, April 1st

"..in every style imagined, yall wish ya were as good as me so ya steal lamps from aladin.." - flobot

[ll:A.N.G.E.L:ll]

Damn me and reflekt are still in this bitch?
haha no shit..


..in every style imagined, yall wish ya were as good as me so ya steal lamps from aladin.."

Spittin rap attacks to crack it quick right at em,
My style is untouchable like see through people,
Even the devil cant touch my style, its too evil,
Getting fans higher than addicts with Hypodermic needles,
Watch me mayne its the Ryhthm n Rap man,
Makin women wiggle n clap damn,
Pissed off cause ya albums, jiggle n flap Damn,
Dont test me pussy, my cyphers a different level,
Satanic rebel,
find me in heaven on a cloud bumped the hardest trebel,
No thermometer can capture the heat i bring,
Catch me on the street with wings,
So come on yall, Cypher on with The pied piper don,
If you cant do it right, then atleast spit it sick,
if you on the mic doing em wrong

[Enkore]

*Ahem*

It's useless to talk, so i get cats high like usin the bong,
Spit flames, when i'm finished, needa be coolin my songs,
It aint good news when i drop, i'm illest when rappin,
Let ya have it, leave ya heads jus spinnin like planets,
My words stickin like magnets, but i piss on the average,
Aiyo, tough tongues, run rough like skin with a callus,
This cat spits mental enrichment - my tracks is food for thought,
REALLY get in the beat, so i'm stuck when the music stops,
My ruthless ruses rock - KaiZ' cruel, cuttin cruisin cops,
Definitely drown deadbeats - full force with fluid drops,
Mami's, let ya booties POP...like addin pressure to pimples,
Butterfly to your cheek, leave ya head with a dimple,
Most my wordplay's a buncha similes, clever yet simple,
You wack cats got me laughin, way better than tickles,
You fickle, feeble, and weak in comparison,
never decode my wordplay, like americans reading arabic.

[Reflekt]

never decode my wordplay, like americans reading arabic.

Its straight rapping bitch, mad shit to hammer kids,
I’m packing hits, on top like horsemen crackin whips,
So stammer quick, coz on days with no thoughts left
Its nonsense how we attempt to draw short breath
The shit is haunted, feeding on my bodies decay
Eating away, leaving my emotions leading astray
I’m bleeding insane, this virus splitting my cerebral
Making me victim to every movement more terrible
Im hysterical right now, tripping on tight sounds
My mics down, body convulses without sight how
Its lights out, and the depths of my soul departs
I’ll mould this art into memories to hold to heart
But yr foldin fast, unaware of whos plastered
Born jewel martyrs of a scene once boo’d heartless
Abused as artists of a culture that’s detrimental
Afraid they’ll end up dead whilst still holdin a pencil….

[mothafunky]

shit, forgot about this yesterday. just got off work a while ago, real glad to see this still open

"Afraid they’ll end up dead whilst still holdin a pencil…."

like jackin assylum's, my lyrics hittin up on ya mental,
cuz i just might let like three go, up in ya ear hole,
with flows that's lethal, out my steel piece yo
not a gun, its a mic, cuz my type ta fight with sheek prose
plus i'm like regan, the way i'm fuckin the industry
like beckham when i wreck em, most a yall can't kick wit me
so in the cypher, ya opportunities golden, bless tha mic that you holdin,
cuz you never quite know when, i'm a be out here flowin,
so watch these four kids metamorphis into the dopest
cuz i raise the bar in this moment, make ya feel joy mixed with torment,
that's how i steal minds and own kids, an make time stop dead frozen.

[flobotopics]

aight here is my breakdown

angel: i liked how you flowed off of that hot ass line. ya had a theme which is good. flo was there for all but like two lines. there was only like 2 or 3 lines i really didn't like. bu the rest i did. i like the good and evil thing ya had goin

enkore: really nice homes. loved the alliteration part. that totally got ya points with me. there was flow and all. overall a good verse. no real lines that stuck out that i didn't really like. good job man.

reflect: good flow to start but like half way through ya lost it for a second. the teriible, cerebral line i didn't really get too well. ya kinda lost the flow til the last bar. but i loved the last bar man. good stuff, but if ya kept the flow goin from beginning to the end it woulda been sweeter.

funky: best opener. i really liked the wordplay there. all in all the best verse i thought. good stuff man. flow and wordplay killed it. i just liked this man.

my vote to funky/enkore. just overall they did it better. angel i liked ya topic, and reflect ya would won it for ya guys if ya kept the flo

VOTE=ENKORE/FUNKY

[Zeke1]

OK...

ANGEL- NICE CYPHER VERSE, DIDNT HAVE ANYTHING TO TIGHT, THE FLOW WAS ON POINT THOUGH...FAV LINE
"Even the devil cant touch my style, its too evil,"

ENKORE- BEST VERSE OF THE CYPHER, TIGHT METAS AND SIMILIES, FLOW WAS ON POINT...NOT MUCH WITH CONCEPT BUT I ENJOYED FLOWIN WITH IT....BEST LINE WAS THE FINISHER
"never decode my wordplay, like americans reading arabic."

REFLEKT- TIGHT VERSE, FLOWED NICE, SOME LINES SEEMED A LITTLE FORCED THOUGH, LIKE "My mics down, body convulses without sight how "
SIGHT HOW?, MIGHT BE JUST ME BUT THAT KINDA CONFUSED ME...THE FLOW WAS NICE REGARDLESS

MUTHA- YOU MUTHAFUNKER, HOT SHIT, YOU HELD IT DOWN NICELY, YOU COULD'VE STARTED OFF A LITTLE SMOOTHER BUT THE END HELD IT DOWN, FAV LINE
"that's how i steal minds and own kids, an make time stop dead frozen."

OVERALL: I THINK ENKORE N FUNKY TOOK THIS ONE WITH MORE SUBSTANCE TO THERE VERSES, I MEAN ALL THE VERSES FLOWED NICELY AND MOSTLY EVEN, BUT ENKORE AN FUNKY HAD MORE CONTENT TO THEIR VERSES

[Bboy Jroc]

gotta agree with flobot 'n zeke on this one. although alla y'all were on-point flow-wise, i think enkore 'n funky definitely edged-out as far as content is concerned. some highlights..

angel:
Spittin rap attacks to crack it quick right at em,
My style is untouchable like see through people,
Even the devil cant touch my style, its too evil,

enkore:
Let ya have it, leave ya heads jus spinnin like planets,
My words stickin like magnets, but i piss on the average,
Aiyo, tough tongues, run rough like skin with a callus,

reflekt:
Its lights out, and the depths of my soul departs
I’ll mould this art into memories to hold to heart

funky:
so watch these four kids metamorphis into the dopest
cuz i raise the bar in this moment, make ya feel joy mixed with torment,

so yeah..

vote: enkore 'n funky, 3-0

closing thread.