Derek And Elie's Rap Battle(#2 Baby!)

READ IT THE WHOLE WAY THROUGH, THEN CAST YOUR VOTE.


ScReAm5962: Oh boy it's D again, face split and blood on chin
ScReAm5962: Battles me as if there is a chance he'll win
ScReAm5962: He steps up and I write out this sin
ScReAm5962: No one battles Elie and leaves with a win
ScReAm5962: Now the next verse I write, you'll have to take notes
ScReAm5962: The only way you'll combat this mess is with sacrificial goats
ScReAm5962: And hope the blood they bleed spells out something nice
ScReAm5962: Because my ryhmes spread through the crowd like lice
ScReAm5962: And every time you open your mouth it's like WOW
ScReAm5962: I'm shutting you down with every verse right now
ScReAm5962: --yo turn---
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: You think your so bad but your your rhymes they are so sad,
Where did you get your rhymes? A goodwill store? Boy you make me mad,
You tell me your gonna beat me but then u spit somethin so ####### bad that it makes me,
Feel like I've been Punk'd or I've been had
ScReAm5962: Been Punk'd, you sure have been
ScReAm5962: It looks like you were thinking that, while I was writin'
ScReAm5962: And now i'm spittin on a mic made from only the best
ScReAm5962: It seems like you have confusion when taking me off your chest
ScReAm5962: And the lyrics I spill are like a cup from a king
ScReAm5962: The ryhmes that I make are destroying everything
ScReAm5962: And from the barnyard to the backyard streets
ScReAm5962: Ain
ScReAm5962: Ain't no match for my bumping beats
ScReAm5962: ---yo turn----
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: Prewritten ####? Naw dawg, I just be spittin it,
Making you piss yourself because I know that you be fearin it
Destroying everything? Naw I'm just attackin you like a missle,
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: Rappin so fast all you can leave is a silly whistle
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: (lol..im...warming up obviously)
ScReAm5962: Obviously punk, your ryhmes are crap
ScReAm5962: I'm combatting this sap, with a lyrical bat
ScReAm5962: You were warming up? Heck, I was just breathing
ScReAm5962: It felt like I was growing up while you were still teathing
ScReAm5962: I'm thinking and writing, an Emcee's true lyrical test
ScReAm5962: So take it from the best, quit emberassing yourself with your lyrical "bests"
ScReAm5962: --yo turn--
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: To say that I suck? Is like to say that rhymin is luck. Winnin is a sport, like shaq I foul you off the court. I play dirty,rather then pull punches I throw them, while you think I'm losin I spit one off and I show them that my simple rhymes are a front, high and intoxicating like a blunt, while you run I stab you in the back with my lyrical hunt, and make you feel like your cornered in the end but instead? I just be killin you with my vocals again.
ScReAm5962: Vocals? Kid, you are obviously confused // This is a ryhming battle with no vocals enfused
ScReAm5962: Take it from Elie, the EMCEE of them all // I stand big and tall, against EMCEE's tall and small
ScReAm5962: Ain't no one as confused as you // Heck i'd be out of it too // If I was battling me // I'd quit as an EMCEE // Hang up my mic and go on with life // Hope that I can still get a wife
ScReAm5962: And with the name of the game changing at this pace // You'll be lucky to even compete in Elie's race
ScReAm5962: And before I lend you the mic for this round // Remember to find your jaw, I see it touching the ground
ScReAm5962: ---yo turn---
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: Alright dawg since when did you become a english teacher? Im sorry you came for the preview? I'm showin a double feature! You wanna battle? First you gotta stop bein a baby with a rattle, while I tip your momma over like she's a giantic stinkin cattle, I may be slow but thats only cuz I'm devisin a way to push off your saddle while I run over you like a fat kid who
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: 's trying to tattle.
ScReAm5962: Wow, that was good, but not nearly as good as yo mother last night // And before you reply, with a momma's good night // About how sad my ryhmes are, and how your's are soo tight
ScReAm5962: You should take your mic chord, and rap it around body // You just got chumped kid, like a 50 cent teeny boppin' hotty
ScReAm5962: And I'm at my studio now, and I hear the rain in the distance // I see the clouds pull together as they join you in your fight for persistance
ScReAm5962: In the battle of irresistance // Never a challenge, but the sun, it'd be a good witness
ScReAm5962: A witness that could relay how bad you got beat // I'm an EMCEE, my words will swipe you at the feet
ScReAm5962: --yo turn--
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: Im not done yet, so dont even try to get a rhyme in you reject, cuz I'll take any wack rhymes you spit and try to deflect, them back at you so fast like the gun that shot 50 cent while it was bustin bullets in his ass, My rhymes are so heavy you struggle under the mass kind of like your mother, and even your father combined, while he jacked on your face and made you legally blind, and all the while while he was hittin you from behind kind of like my rhymes while they tinker with your mind.
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: (ha ha biatch)
ScReAm5962: At times, a true emcee recognizes defeat // This ain't like that, I ain't about to get beat // Last time I met you, you had some ryhmes disguised // Feels like your ryhmes are deprived // They need some water and soil, and maybe some lives
ScReAm5962: -yo turn-
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: "Elie The Great" who the fizuck do you think you are? 2 pac, your rhymes sound like they are out of stock. Go buy some new ones that you copied from your friends, I know these aint your rhymes dawg, hell your still in 'depends'.
ScReAm5962: Are you kidding me? Doubting that I'm a real EMCEE? It's not my fault that I can make good ryhmes // I don't need to read between the lines, squinting my eyes, trying to make out what 50 cent meant in his CD booklet of lies
ScReAm5962: I make these lines up // Off the top of my head // Wanna doubt me again? // I'll leave sweat dripping from your chin // And you're desperation will kick in // And you'll sit at a distance BEAT, watching me win
ScReAm5962: me destroying you with every coming wind // It's like a rumor, spread like a tumor from within
ScReAm5962: I can sense your thinking, "What am I to do?" // I'd quit now dude, you've run out of moves
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: Your kind of like Ja Rule, lost in a perception thats he's cool..while his lyrics are so stupid you think he didnt pass the high school, he needs a couple english lessons kind of like you need a lesson in your little rap sessions, to realize that im the true master of flows with a couple good inventions, while you have an anoerism in your brain from all the tensions, fizuck it if I cant spell dawg, your still lost in the fog, you need to step off the mic and stop being a hog, because you know what? Your as dirty as and crappy as a person's "lincoln log."
ScReAm5962: A lincoln log? You want to be political // Try being literal, it's only thing keeping your ryhmes within spiritual
ScReAm5962: I don't depend upon actions, or other emcee's // I depend upon me
ScReAm5962: That way, if I'm on a desert island, I can still beat you // Hands behind my back while I'm spitting my tunes
ScReAm5962: While you sit there, searching for your answer in Linkin Park booklet's and ryhmes // Elie sit's there spittin', just takin' his time
ScReAm5962: --excuse any delay, i'm installing CS, yay! yo turn--
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: Yo dawg what the hell was that you just spit? It sounds like your brain ripped a fart and had a fit, what your gonna give up already? The thoughts slippin out of your mind like wet spaghetti? I've won this battle so lets get out and toss the confetti, unless you want another attack then 'elie' lets get ready!
ScReAm5962: brb
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: You dont BRB in a battle dawg!!
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: lol
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: ok
ScReAm5962: ohk, back, we having steak for dinner
ScReAm5962: now back to the action
ScReAm5962: I'm getting a bit tired, replying to whacked out ryhmes // I need not waste my time, it should be a crime for you to write such uncreative lines
ScReAm5962: Unpredictable it should be // Watch me emcee // In a minute or less I collaberated this mess // And I see you step back // Knowing anything that comes out of your mouth will be whack // Compare them to mine? // Have you gone insane, you need some jail time
ScReAm5962: Maybe during that time you can think up some more? // Possibly even the score // Because right now, I lead, A LOT to a LITTLE // Ain't my fault your ryhmes fell apart cause they're brittle
ScReAm5962: Step back punk, I got the EMCEE's player's guide // While you eat the cheese // I'll sip the whine
ScReAm5962: You beat the boss, yet I beat the game // You're ryhmes leave me unnatentive, boy, they're all the same
ScReAm5962: Instead of waiting three entire days // Please make up your lines after what I say
ScReAm5962: I hope you get the picture, i'm not confusing like Michaelangelo // I just understand the flow // Derek, pick up the mic and go
ScReAm5962: HOME
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: Like eminem said, "if pac was alive he wouldnt ride with-" Elie! nanananannana!...your in shock at my lyrical phenomenon, while I fly over your ass wit these lyrical drama bombs, You need to step down and admit your defeat like you lost in vietnam, instead of humpin in the back seat of your car with tom, HEY its not my fault you had some with your mom, because I found your sex movies on your cd-rom, along with your whack as rhymes that you think will help you dom, please divert your attention to yousuck dot com.
ScReAm5962: Wow that was nice. How long that take you? // You make that up while I was thinking, afraid i'd lyrically rape you?
ScReAm5962: Get up off the mic, you a disgrace to this place
ScReAm5962: I don't sit and write while I stare at your face
ScReAm5962: Infact, I'll look away // You're ryhmes were just sick // A temperature of one hundred and six // Go pick up sticks // And build yourself a fort to protect yourself from my lyrical kicks
ScReAm5962: Who you think you are? Mike S. Shinoda? // You send like Tu-Pac, and some bit size granola
ScReAm5962: I just ate you, with a side of your mom // You think I lost like Sadam? // THink again, i'm the one dropping the bombs
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: How long you gonna go bro? Dont you need to go murder a hoe? That laughed at you while you tried to battle me at a show? If you need to battle for real then just give me a go, because I'm tired of the rhymes that you consider a flow. I'm not gonna even let you finish because you like a stooge, the one that goes by the name of Moe, so if your finished with the whack ass rhymes that are an all time low, I'll see your smelly ass down at the liquor sto'.
ScReAm5962: I bet i'll see you there, combing your hair // Sipping on booze, telling the young children how Elie made you lose
ScReAm5962: You were probably drunk, writing these dumb lines // How old are you? Nine?
ScReAm5962: Go gain some respect, and get up off of these nuts // It's the expressions that kill, and I just lyrically murdered your guts
ScReAm5962: -- yo turn --
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: If I ever lose, it will be because I got sick of hearin you spit, these dumb worthless lines that sound like dog sh*t, yeah I just swore, does that bother you whore? You wanna censor my ass while you try to settle the score? Naw to hell with it, I'm gonna disect your rhymes to the core, and figure out right now why you spit such a bore.
ScReAm5962: Wow, that ryhme was good. You get better as you go // Soon you'll be almost as good as Britney Spears' flow
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: Britney spears flow? I think you be watchin too much of that punk show, either that or maybe she was your two dolla hoe.
ScReAm5962: Ryhming "baby" with "crazy" and living life as a lady // Your ryhmes are deflating // There is no air for me to live with your irritating (crowd manipulating)
ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: Well 'you drive me crazy', because your rhymes they sound so lazy. I'm starting to see through you, your rhymes are beginning to get hazy. But maybe you'll see in the end of it all when you think this was all a phase-y that I made you cower out like a wimpy ass little baby.

 

Thanks bro.

 

Thanks for your honesty, I'll try to be better next time.

 

:'( that's mean!!

i'm more like a sis
anywho, no prob. [/b][/quote]
Yo shorty, I'm sorry. Your sigs always gave me the impression you were a guy, pardon my brain fart.

ZShadoWOfADoubTZ: Like eminem said, "if pac was alive he wouldnt ride with-" Elie! nanananannana!...your in shock at my lyrical phenomenon, while I fly over your ass wit these lyrical drama bombs, You need to step down and admit your defeat like you lost in vietnam, instead of humpin in the back seat of your car with tom, HEY its not my fault you had some with your mom, because I found your sex movies on your cd-rom, along with your whack as rhymes that you think will help you dom, please divert your attention to yousuck dot com.

That was my favorite for mine.

ScReAm5962: I hope you get the picture, i'm not confusing like Michaelangelo // I just understand the flow // Derek, pick up the mic and go
ScReAm5962: HOME

My favorite for Elie.

A true emcee, respects his competition.

 

Like I said. Honesty counts.

 

So how many votes should we go up to before we close the polls? 10-15?

*edit* lets go 15. 10 isnt fair cuz I'm already at 6. With 15, Elie has a great chance at swooping in for a clear victory.