BATTLE VERSE FOR THE FAMOUS GUY!...come on down mr CHIPS
its not very often that i battle, just to get things started though...i'de like to stab at it like this and you can match it to the baratone that rings in your dome already.....
..this is the last edition of bitch rappers overreactin
movin like they got a bone spine
but the fact is they actin
attractin more of the same kind
the type to front like book covers
but really be all about SHIT like GAY LOVERS kissin ass so they wont get revealed
for whats real
im true to life son, i know the deal
i stop the reel on plots
SANDMAN lyrical TAI PAN cop my shit in mom an pop shops
the marksman at poppin shots that you can feel chasin my name will leave you shook and fameless
i got the zeal to change your name to FACELESS
wait... shall i erase this?
nah chew on it until your tongue is tastless behold the gift of gab man,
you all thumbs and couldn't BEAT my style if it was a TASCAM,
or if ya name was BAM BAM
now im heated like a backdraft,
half of my skill got you covered like an afghan,
i keep it simple for the halfman
half 8 year old girl wrapped up in a dolls world,
the false pearl necklace flosser wonderin what a real one would cost her,
i understand now that fake rappers feul the industry of rap,
it was written biblicly for my name to be placed permanant on the map,
so keep that ass movin outta state without debate on the spoken issue,
you couldn't touch my ass if your name was charmin tissue,
beat it only if you can provoke it, while i lift ya prom skirt an show the PUSSY while i poke it....BITCH.
peace to the real poets.
"Death walks in silence, so make noise for eternity"-Civil
(How in the Fuck did heads miss this?)
Incredibly well thought out and ill.
Entirely eloquent in it's obviousness.
Blah, and don't fuck with bad men.
No need to name names.
eghem...actions speak louder than the words you spittin out the side of your neck, anyway it goes...in the immortal words of TUPAC SHAKUR..."YOU AND I KNOW WHATS GOIN ON!"...you know what the deal is...besides the bitten lines in your entire repertoir, you are no match for me...
i'll write your battle verse for you...
"Im Internet Infamous!! even my little cousin is an encyclopedia-lyricist
i know i bite niggas dicks but i make the shit sound good
i bit every syllable of BIZZY BONES deliverance i talk shit about winning battles when my heart cant administer hits
my goal is to spit the weakest lines that i can find redesign em an call em mine my rhymes are so fine i beat myself in my own mind blackened my own eyes on kaoreoke and push rewind so i can masterbate before i meet the judgement of my demise"
now usually an "mc" like yourself would immediately ask the crowd who won a battle, when you know you lost...so i'll let this one stand as is...and we will see how long this lasts...what goes up must come down...
"Death walks in silence, so make noise for eternity"-Civil Poet
You must be one some good shit.
Hook me up (this doesn't mean I'm your friend).
I'm not even going to post another battle verse. I think my one verse ate both of yours. If you want to take this to audio again. I'll be glad too. Text wise (I ate you). When we battled in the chat (I ate you). Coincidence? Luck? Hmmmm....
DICKSTROKERS ANONYMOUS is now in session!
thank you Drunken Bastard for the reply, but didn't i do the same to you about 6 months ago?...
hmmm, makes one think i haven't seen you post up since then, until now, and it just so happens to be on the "GAY" poets post...
Does that make you a gay rapper?
i heard you were puttin out an LP also...
i looked at the local WHEREHOUSE, didn't see it...
damn too bad man...well, the same to you...GOOD LUCK in your future endevores as a rapper...mc..entertainer..poet?..rhyme sayer, or whatever it is you do!
if you want, i'll post one of the rhymes that did you in, because after all im a NICE guy you know.
anyways...mr chips...come hard son...this is fun, i enjoy the feelin i get when im punchin the bajesus out of cats like you, its like walkin through a gay community while they are sleeping and throwing hot water on their faces....the reaction is irreplaceable....i love this game...
Damn poet you still gay
Cant rhyme worth shit
You get props from to many dicksuckers
I dont remember you but you seem almost as gay That fag Civil Poet
IMAGINE pharoah monches GET THE FUCK UP prelude...the march...
...this is funny shit, say change my name to what? civilSORES?
how about i shrivel ya ego like a penis on a sea shore
at four in the mornin im warning ya im more than a match for you to peak
did you record that wack shit on a speak and spell
what the hell were you thinkin writin rhymes on a etch-a-sketch
they didnt tell you CIVILPOET will make ya sweat like TAI BO billy the bland RAPPER shootin BLANKS
creatin wack scenarios fantasisin robbin banks
it aint a pint of thugg in you boy!!
im Richie Rich in this rap game, you just one of my toys
i can break that ass at will
pull ya arms off and smack you with the contract to MY record deal,
if you rhyme good,
then get that ass behind a stearin wheel, rhyme that ass out of that shack behind the hill,
get off the net trick
when i throw my next rhyme fetch it an catch slick,
like a well trained dog
i got you boggled like a senior citizen drivin with a tint in the fog
lookin for an off ramp with cataracts yo postion is 80/20....80% me livin an walkin this shit, and twenty % you wishin you had it in you,
battlin me is the closest thing you'll ever get to
bein a real hip hop head
when im finished
in yo eyes all else in this cold world but me is dead
i stay in ya head
like red blood cells and your insecure fear of jail
im the test you know you failed,
the opposite side of the scale
with more weight,
the other trail you shouldn't take
in the woods,
the italian behind the counter gettin you for your goods,
the nigga in the hood
checkin you for gang affiliation,
the adreniline in yo veins when yo heart is racin,
the chants in the backround when white bitches hear JASON,
the inner-man/child in life that you facin, the 99% of the population
that isnt white,
the dancin shadows in the night on ya window sill,
the bit on the end of a dentists drill
givin you a filling,
this is my life son
i'll show you how to live it right if your willing...take it how you want it...teaching or killing.
that will do it for now...
to be continued
peace to the real poets
"Death walks in silence, so make noise for eternity"-Civil
i seen my boy chips KILL kids before.. but this was aiight from both.. but anyway i think chips still won.
Hmm, neither verse was very impressive, both nice but neither one was dope. I think chips is a much better battler, though I haven't seen Civil really battle much (seen him come correct on other steez though). Still think chips's verse was a little better though neither one really impressed me. Nice lines in both (thought civil had a little better wordplay), but chips came with more venom. For battle verses though, they both could have been better.
That's right. Super-Chips did recieve the msg. I think it was some 'lil girl that was being raped by some snake. Have no fear. Chips is hear. And he's just about ready to spit this hotness to expand ya ear. Word up.
The plane of existence is symbolic to your career, in this new year.
It's crashing, while I'm thrashing your ass with upper cuts so much.
That the only sound on the black box was your guts go "GUSH".
LONG TIME NO SEE! - but fuck reunions!
I'm pursuing you with plans to ruin you like racism,
No evasim, slap you with more bars than STATE PRISONS.
Back spasm from what I'm given.
Scream while those wounds are whistlin',you STILL bitchen from the last whippen that left ya ribs sizzlin'.
Grease popping off ya bones, I shred through your flesh tones.
"Nothing gets left alone" because I split it all in "two".
Cheer from your crew! Your blood begins to spill like Brew.
When cups collide, I shall provide a solid: Fuck You!
I'm spitting deaf "tones" that reach through AOL's connected phones, and begins contorting your bones.
What you bisect in two's, I use to confuse then abuse the mind tools you use.
Which are now malfunctioning.
Are you remembering when we were battling in voice-chat and I had your mind boggoling and struggling to create somthing.
Lyable to be labled as competiton.
Word shots to your dome spot make the lower portion of your chest drop.
I'm using ya ligaments to show you, how you continue, to abuse the Talents I have given you.
Now think for a second or two.
Oh well, times up, your life line is threw.
Now I must rip ya eyes out, and show you how I abuse, spark a fuse.
Yhat causes me to refuse to lose to those who chose to step up to Mr Chips and X-out of the post mentally bruised.
Simply, your style has fallen off critically.
Verbally you have fallen off like trying to stand sideways vertically.
Fuck CivilPoet. How about the name.....CivilSores?
With words I smack whores. Your style is "shut out" like 97 NBA doors.
Your wack metaphors... are weak and unstable like an 1864 house floor boards.
I know you aren't sure, if you want more, or to ask for my forgivness and stop fronting on this hardcore(ness).
I hate this, it's madness, ya wack scripts make my ill conture end like a detour.
Why would you every dream of testing Mr Chips?...
Why don't you ask for, some assistance.
You could probably come ill with your presence of aids patients wrote your last sentence.
Everyone witness, Civil get ripped 5 new asses.
You couldn't see me with perfect vision and trifocal optics.
I'm out of your sight, why fight why try and recite (poetry) lines you probably bite.
I ignite thouse lines that you read in stores, but umm.... that's before I burn out ya eyesight.
(Anyone seen his bones, I would really like to had his to the collection).
"Death.... To The Fake Poets"
That's my word.
no comment on the dissappearing act.
BATMAN and ROBIN were always able to be found when there was trouble...somehow, someway, they got the message....
damn i loved this piece... im not sayin you beat senor chips but i'll have to vvait for the reply...vvait i think he left the board i dont think he's gonna be postin anymore...