[SpellBound]

Here's where you post your 5 bar keystyles for the tourney.

Sign ups will end on New Year's Eve, so you have plenty of time to post up.

Requirements

1. Has to be no more than 5 bars.

2. Self promo only, anything else will be rejected.

3. Verses are judged on flow, rhyme skill, wordplay, and delivery.

Remember, there's only 8 spots available, best verses will be ranked from #1-8. However, #1 will not be battled #8. Rankings will be picked from a hat, so battles are by the luck of a draw.

Post up kids!

[Bboy Jroc]

i'm sicker than this day and age, sacred terror, blasphemous era,
blast you cats, i make no errors.. strike fast coz i'm a venomous fella,
face the facts, no one could do it better.. heart's cold like december,
last kid i battled got his limbs dismembered, genitals burnt to embers,
been on a pedestal long before i can remember, since herc was a trendsetter,
yeah it exceeds my years but shit, i'm one hyperbolic mother-effer,
the monkey-flippin-six-stepper, toprockin with a golden scepter,
off the top i rock with no effort, rock ya socks off with every letter,
words and phrases altogether, praised by hall of fame members,
it's a shame i'm self-centered, fuck it.. i'm here to set a record.

[Enkore]

my whole flow is so pro, crackin at ya heads like coco,
nuts how they actin, when rappin make you vanish, and no show,
...the classic cat with tactics tacklin faggots and dodos,
the whole game's split between me and those i split in the KOBO,
whether written or photo, competitions a no no, i'm dope bro,
you homos is weak, type end up gettin eat in the Ozone,
oh no, my swag complete, yall hatin cuz you cant compete,
i post a thread, they so shocked they start replyin after half a week,
i'm wide awake, leave you fast asleep, smoke haze then i tap on the keys,
and yall gonna wish u never let me in when the championship's passed to me.

[Mook]

When I spit I commit murder with each and every hit,
Conflicting pain with words and syllables that don’t fit,
Lyrically equipped with wits that kill for the thrill,
I drill words so deep into your brain your body lays still,
Skill is an understatement for what I got or use,
Confuse, and abuse people to amuse, reduce and reuse,
Recycling MC’s like a game yelling out NEXT as I do,
Everything anybody thought the knew about text was never true,
I got words hitting harder than bullets from guns so I’ve already won
This is how it’s done ladies and gentlemen, hope we had fun with this one.
End

[Bboy EZ]

EZ's beyond text, my rhyme-schme is complex
Press these bars like I'm benching with strong pecs
Impress the audience, jaw-dropping like ya mouth broke
Are there drugs in my throat? nah man, I just sound "dope"
My ill-wit sounds crazed // when I strike I bring death
Like monkeybites from Outbreak or a junkie that found AIDS
You'll downgrade if I can't contain-this flow outstanding
Should get an "A" for rambling, emcee handling....use the mic as a mase...
Break your face, take a pic, eyes "see" you're in ruin...
...have ya covering ya face like a Saudi woman.

[Anghellic]

Whether I spit a free or a written, I get the cheese n I Whip it,
Im so dope when I flow I get you fuckers high like six V's of sum whippids,
I got an Audio flow and still my text is so pro,
Call me Pain when ya chick around cause shawty get..Low..Low..Low
And I dont need five bars just to promote that Im fly,
Just check The Award Boards, Never been a year they didn't vote for this guy,
Angel sick n so sly, When I turn the heat up they fry,
I make rappers quit the site n sit alone till they cry,
N i fucked the syllable count on purpose so they'd say my flow is just choppy,
give em another reason to talk about me on they myspace while they jock me

[RingerINC]

I'll leave ya chick loose in the hips, so give clues to this bitch/
Put a rifle in ya toilet coz I'm just shooting the shit/
I'll Tear ya brain, so fucking twistid, leave hair in braids/
The sounds so sick, give queers and gays hearing aids/
Everybody better go back to fucking with themselves man/
Coz for me? Dog, even Trump ain't got the health plan/
Yo I'll slam all these writers and go Van Damn on the tightest/
Analytical science will show you aint a chance in the slightest/
And the cats that don't make it through, I'll laugh at them/
They can see my raw shit on pay per view right after ten/

whizz bang pop

[Mode]

main instincts to kick it, mic's i rip 'em 'n swollow,
i spit off the top what ya'll wish ya written tomorrow,
get with it 'n follow, yo i'm iller with rhymes,
bust filler in lines but still i define skill i'm divine,
really, the up 'n comin i'm comin up from underneath,
undefeated son's released come 'n see the tundra breathe,
i run the streets, squads nasty so keep a loss handy,
the mic killer son i write thrillers like tom clancy,
you'll not pass me, i'm calm 'n steppin so start ya dreadin,
arm ya weapons, fuck kobo when mode flow it's armageddon...

[Elbee]

I knock vets, get more love than celebrity heartthrobs get
I'll make all ya deaths 'pointless' like a fatal blow from blunt objects
I'm one hot cat, just request and I'll scorch streets for free
and watch me get them pussies like I'm the only guy in a porn flick orgy
And yeah, believe when I say I rock clubs with hits like a caveman
I got kids topsy turvy like a headstand and I aint talking breakdance
When I arrive, its like formal greetings, even hands will shake
because they know Imma bring suns down like the end of day
I'm so off the top like chicks getting into bed and removing their hair ornaments
fuck having rounds to battle, this one verse is enough to win me the whole tournament

[Voyce]

So confident, I move continents with my vowels n’ consonants/
When I’m bombin’ it, the first two letters of this tourney’s your consequence/
Born competent, cuz my powers can’t be copied over/
I’ll have you think KOBO’s a tourney for fightin’ body odor/
Actually, these are facts that I speak, theres no use battlin’ me/
Ya’ll would still be at my worst, if you got better gradually/
I gave vocab and talent matrimony, I’m basically a rappin’ star/
Diamond, if I were you I’d start gettin’ ready that avatar/
But Voyce is holy though, I’m blessed so you can’t hold me yo/
Straight takin’ this tourney, even the 3rd judge already told me so/

[VerbTech]

bull through, fool you into believing that like me, you're dope too/
you got no clue, niques rips holes two times the size of earths moon/
so smooth, with scripts dismantlin your whole set of wack liks/
with a back fist, i'll attack this visciously untill your cap splits/
I can't miss, the names niques, example of strong slaying the weak/
bodies layin in streets, in the center, me in blood displaying my teeth/
straight sick to the feet, im a beast, your face bleeds as my paws thrust/
and that fucking pedestal you sit on, yo I turn that shit to saw dust/
keep your jaw shut, I'll extinguish you flamers with burned hands/
you homos a KOBO tournament won't see any ACTION without VERB man/

i wasn't really payin any attention to this.......but if we get 8 more then it be a 16 tourney?

edit:

diamond........just read everything.........i get it......lol

[Zodiak Stizo]

whose hooks are hotter stealin shows like crooks n robbers//
ur mad looks no bother, i dont call u son cuz u spit ill, i call u son cuz all u spit u took from father//
u scared now so ur words come wit edits, kissin my ass wont save u so u turds should forget it//
ima titan, u shoulda heard of the epic, i drop people like african children after the bird epidemic//
ur crew has bad ties like unprofessional salesmen, ur dick riders are wack//
i go postal if you dont address me correctly, switch to suspenders or cut me some slack//
i was born dressed for war, Times changed if you thought u were hard pressed before//
i'll send your soul to heaven, your name to the grave, and your corpse left ashore//
strikin similies similar to murderin meta4's, i'm no construct of reality//
it's like im runnin for presidents the way everyone's tryin to rally me//

[jonnyz]

Fool me once, bitch, know your place, I'll have sticks n' stones flyin' towards ya face,
fool me twice, and it's your mistake cause my hurtful words are the icing on the cake.
Hurtful like your five year older daughter being raped and abducted,
taken and fucked with by some fuckwhit, and the prime suspect
can't be pinned down cause there's no evidence and he ain't sayin' nothin',
days turn to weeks, no word from the police, n' you just wish you had something,
anything. They can't find the body, n' beyond all the pity and media exposure,
You're alone, depressed, your child was defiled and you just need a bit of closure,
months turn to years, hope is engulfed by fear, everything seems worthless...
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is: That's the kind of pain instigated by my verses.

Think about it.

[[Sikk]]

Piercing under armour, FMJ's (Full Metal JACKET) break the guard
Crushing heads in every hood, I leave their whole block scarred
I'll make mods hold up blood shot cards, I'm that foul
Tears and blood keep shedding till they throw in the towel
Lethally injective, got them passing out quick
Guaranteed these toys stop working just for calling out sikk
Battle plan: I'll sikk'em in each rhyme that I drop
Then I'll look for my next victim when their heart beats stop
With ease, like a disease, I'll have yall calling MDs
Checkin up these pussies that yall callin emcees.....

Hoping people understand the wordplay...

[Reflexion]

pick up ya sticks, my sick witts have come out to play
bring it 'til you bitches say 'it's that time of the day'
out of my way, I obliterate and force your defensive
s'like i'm doing head-counts; ya need to come to your census
flex is relentless, smoother than ice with zambonis
use my name in vain 'til the pope tries to stone me
no baloney, I blow ya'll out like candlestick wicks
askin' flex to spit on this is like panhandling bricks
scripts strictly sick that become holy when i drop
making more orphans than pitt and jolie can adopt