[qubixrube]

Hey, i only got the 1 common rule bro.

1) No cussing, or alternate language
2)Unlimited bars per verse, but i'd keep it consise and g et a better judging.
3) U set up the amount of verses

Whos gonna spit 1st? I g2g for now, gotta hit tha books @ school!
_murda

[puertolumbian]

aight. ima have to try that no cussin ish. lol. ummmm....1 verse and you drop first cause i got some projects i gotta work on. peace and hairgrease yo.


....::::GHOST::::....

[puertolumbian]

one of my last votes:

azn vs pulse

[qubixrube]

Razzle Dazzle vs Luna

[qubixrube]

When im through with this sucka he'll wish he never learned to talk/
Never learned to think, look or walk, but he did and now he works like chalk/
Your unpermanent, in a week no one will remember u/
as anything other then the emcee i slew, Youll wish u were me when were through/
Disabled, you'll try to make rhymes that arent wack, compose but all ya do is cut me more slack/
While against ya all the odds are stacked, ur jus yak-yak-yak//
Wait, take that one back ur even worse wen u still cant even spit a rhymin verse/
Without taking everything back, u kno im ur curse -youll fear me like a thug trying to steal ur purse/
Now take ur best shot fool, ill dodge ur punches and fight back as strong as a bison/
This battle willl be worse then trying to pick a fight with Mike Tyson/
Ill do worse then rip off ur ear, thatll be the last of ur fears/
Kick ya down, flip ya out as i lose count of ur tears/
Save em for sum1 who cares, u cant compare/
with punches as flimsy as sum old mans hair/
hahaha, They might as well jus give u the chair/
when the future of ya is simply to fear my glare/

Aight, that wasnt too bad but its 1 AM, lol. Besides, i got too much shyt to think bout to compose decently, lol.

The poet got violent
_murda

[puertolumbian]

a yo, i got a battle to attend to, this kid is mental/
assaultin this kid with my lyrics and instrumentals/

mic check...

this kid got 'crap' for brains, stayin up past bedtime/
you cant think or write straight, you gonna be outlined in a whiteline/
my punches is fine-line, my rhyme is uncomparable like sprite against white whine/
my type's fine, but i dunno why you sayin that your verse was a good 'compsure'/
maybe it was the time, but you shoulda never came out for exposure/
its like a for-closure, i dunno why they call you a rapper, when you a straight up poser/
take a lil step closer.....drop yuh mic, you st-st-stutterin when you take a step to the stage/
im made of pure rage when it comes to writin on this page, i kick more a** than jonny cage/
you sayin you like a thug stealin a purse, after this, you gonna need medical attention from a nurse/
tell me whats worse, gettin booed off stage or gettin raped by my first verse/
screw your glares and miniflares, straight up truth kid...no body gives a care/
im crucial when it comes to killin kid, its like im more 'shockin' than the electric chair/
you can be mike tyson while ill be evander holyfield, i got the only skill/
with every bar, i kill, leaving you like a granny in a restaurant tryin to escape the maccaroni bill//

just the ending:

first off....this aint talkin...this writin straight facts/
and matter of fact...this kid is straight wack/
you wouldnt be able to 'dodge' my puches, even if you was the car/
im still hispanic kid, known to smoke you like cuban cigars...im way past you by far/
all the odds is stacked, they votin for me, ill give till the count of three/
i kilt yuh since bar three while this kid is spittin mad change at me//


waitin for votes yall.....

[puertolumbian]

ummmmmmm............waitin for votes..................

[puertolumbian]

votes?!?!?! come on!!!

[Zodiak Stizo]

just wanna ask, do u guys mind goin another round?

[qubixrube]

nah, i think peurto wanted 1 round so he could make up a comeback and leave me defenseless... so unless he wants to be a coward do ya want anotha round?
_murda

[puertolumbian]

YOU KNOW WHAT.....WHY NOT. DONT MATTER TO ME. I JUST WONT BE ABLE TO THROWDOWN ANUTHA VERSE SOON CAUSE IMA BE AT THIS BBOY COMPETITION TOMORROW AND IMA BE SESSIONING WITH MY CREW SATURDAY....SO.....GO AHEAD AND THROW YOUR NEXT VERSE HOMBRE

[qubixrube]

HEY! I CAN SPEAK IN CAPS TOO! DID I HURT UR POOR LIL FEELINGS? I CANT THROW DOWN TODAY CUZ I CANT TYPE FAST ENOUGH FOR MY COMP TIMELIMIT, BUT W/E. ILL BE SPITTIN TOMORROW FOR YA, AIGHT?
_MURDA

[puertolumbian]

i didnt even notice my junk was in caps. sorry....ill be waitin for your next drop

_ghost

[qubixrube]

This wack fools talkin bout shyt thats all bit/
even my signature he took to himself to make writ/
Yah man ur a ghost and ur hidin behind fine lines/
Trying to stay outta spotlight by composing ya wack rhymes/
This kid trying to beat me is outta his mind/
I dont mind, hes demisin him self but soon every1 will find/
This sucka Trying to go unoticed with his italic font/
ARE YOU AFRAID ALLREADY? BOO! all ive done is taunt!/
But screw the fact that ur a ghost when im the ones that haunts/
Nobody wants washed up posers on a stage, ur undaunt-/
ing, Your old news, your spittin when u should be learnin sewin and stitchin/
And ur main problem is i got no trouble seein a nurse bout my condition/
See my number one problem is killing emcees/
Who are simply wack, who jus wanna go out and smoke trees/
Who think they could catch me like a skirt on a summer breeze/
But you should leanr their alphabts instead of learnin word-tease/
Ya see A is for applyin ur skills to your punchlines/
B is for boreing me with ur wack rhymes/
Cs for cuming on a paper after jerkin ur ego for an hour/
Your an oxymoron in urself, hidden but ur talkin bout power/
Jus remember ur rage is as fake as that video game/
So check urself in about that attempted mugging - i dun think ur sane/
Ive already paid my dues in this game, your still lame/
If i ran from macaroni you ran from that candy bar - you got no name/
Got no brain attatched to that head, ur reusing rhymes every1 else thought were dead/
its like ur talking bout s3x when all u got is head/
Oh! is ur face red? or u humiliated yet?/
Your fate is set as your pants grow wet/
And yet theres more, all ya relly got was lip from the rest of ur population/
So tell me "ghost", how does it feel to be recognized by an entire hiphop nation?/

Try me kid, i dare ya
_murda

[puertolumbian]

please kid....my signature is one of a kind
im straight man, cause you be talkin bout how im the one on ur mind
this just wastin my time, i cant stand killin easy victims
i can see your facial expressions from the screen...cause my punches complex and you cant get-them
i can preach all i want, but you wont understand anything on my level
cause im superb compared to this fake kid, you nuthin but a 'dirty south' *rebel
maybe your 'dirtae south' attitude need some shampoo and conditioner
cause your rhymes stinkin while i got your girl and straight up rippin-her
but yo, i like your rhymes, lemme see your rehearsed scripts
tell me one thing....where's the ventriliquist spittin while you movin your lips?
cause i cant see how you come easy with no weaponry
thinkin you can step to me but aint got the 'boots' to come get-wit-me
when you on stage trying to rap...im the one in the crowd BOOin
cause everytime i step up to battle...its like a nubee against **'ruen'
you use the word 'wack' to much...cause thats what you doin behind stage
tryin to enhance your rage, but you still deny all that cum on your face
yea, your number one problem is killin emcees because you first molest them
ive decapitated this trick since bar one....meet your new ***'x-men'

*redneck
**a bboy with mad skills
***executioner



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