The third Round of the Main Bracket of the Board 8 RAP BATTLE 5 Tournament.
~Round 3~[]
Battle 17: Chrono1219 vs. Boko[]
~The Score~
Chrono1219: 0
Boko: 7
~The Raps~
Chrono1219
Now I'm the drug of the verbal injection.
the high point of cerebral intervention.
Could call it mythical, a new reality
Showing with lyrical what you need to believe
Names CC. I'm causing your elevation.
Skip the beat, now pausing, heart palpitation.
call it irregular, a change to how you see.
Down to molecular, I got all that you need.
You can call me the cause for your addiction.
and also the cureall for your condition.
Call it a miracle, but nothings ever free
Pay with your life in full. This match belongs to me.
Boko
imagine my elation when you cause my elevation
send my thanks out to carl, now atop the rap nation!
you're sweet dee in the bar, think there's sexual tension
combat rappin's 'bout effective as a frank intervention.
he did mention that his stench can make your heart skip a beat.
my catan city's elite, your econ's devoid of wheat.
easily you i defeat, and i advise that you revise
a disguise would be unwise my lyrics stab like their spy's.
not quite a lethal dose, your drug's prescription for babies
my bite considered gross, my rap's infectin' with rabies.
take a hint from my name, good to know when you should flee
else you'll start settin' new records: rap's MWE.
Chrono1219
Keep your head in the clouds or else you'll suffocate.
Do you dread what you found? Does it make your nerves ache?
Best be dead, safe and sound, can't feel your body break.
Life you lead, while renowned, known for what you forsake
If you're going below, then I'm the undertaker.
I'm leading with the flow, bringing you to the maker.
Since all you got to show are the rhymes of a faker.
So to keep you down low, let this serve as an anchor.
You spit like an animal but you got no poison.
And rap from a manual, over your words, choking.
My work is infailable, that's what I'm composing.
With your wretched audibles, your own lie exposing.
Boko
Posted 2/5/2012 7:31:09 AM
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quotein the clouds i laud, revered simply as a god
whereas your approach is flawed, can't even high five the todd
we can see through your facade, hated like a non-"tre"y mod
red shifter would still applaud, as you re-injure your quad.
odd, but your fans barely cheer, write raps damagin' as leer
couldn't get cokes to endear, if you were his favorite beer
while i spit simply sincere, end matches like goldberg's spear
it's quite clear that you show fear, i'm rap's user of the year.
here, i'm loved more than tactics, fantasize you choke on d***s
finally a healthy nicks, your rap: a late game pick six,
while i put on rap clinics, can't be killed like a phoenix
choice to skim your faux lyrics? rather read sir chris fanfics.
Battle 18: SeginusTemple vs. Ed Bellis[]
~The Score~
SeginusTemple: 7
Ed Bellis: 5
~The Raps~
SeginusTemple
next bellis, best three tap your feet I snap necks to the beat-
-beating leaving ed bleeding indiscreetly in the street-
-cred fleeting, bleating sheep dread the death-tollin I spread
rollin dough, ed? I toast to bread from holster to head
get fed red peppered led by the shepherd - me
worst deputy shoot first then axe - questions like jeopardy
separately every crew from any mold is clappin
for the new kid lucid rap old soul control what happen
I remotely promote votin like U.S. foreign policy
and I rap outside the boxers cause I'm more into ballin free
you see quality and progress are engraven in my name
they call me seg the savior cause I'm savin every game
Ed Bellis
I can't comprehend your attempts to offend flow, Progressively regressing it
This pretender's like “trendy” Nintendo, a friend code without benefits
You toast bread with heat? Oh, sweet – I'm three consecutive blizzards
No respect to give; you're tryin to cut a promo with half a pair of safety scissors
I'm a wizard, my sorceror's porcelain dwarfs your poor tupperware
Serving up scores of holy wars, snap back at Temple like a rubber prayer
Crack your back like Bane to Bat, you're a snack, not the main course
Your raps are what would happen if taste and talent got a divorce
Tried every “time” to steal rap's Christmas but you ain't the smartest
Couldn't be a Doctor even in Whoville, so head back to your re-TARDIS
And you're a savior? No savoir-faire can save ya from that made up statement
Enslavement through derangement; let me know when you stop bleedin on the pavement.
Battle 19: AlecTrevelyan006 vs. RTB[]
~The Score~
Alec: 7
Rollthebones2: 5
~The Raps~
Alec
Can't keep me down cuz I'm a lyrical Lazarus
Lines so uplifting that they're effectively rapturous
They say you're a challenge? now that sir is slanderous
Your career so unglamorous you make Bio look hazardous
I'm Bones' longtime idol, goal's to copy my title role,
Practically a penguin from time spent on my Southern Pole
See R-T-B's submissive, this bottom aint in control
Boy could sex up his clone and still not be on a Roll
My crowds adoring and roaring, leave ladies wet like it's pouring
They call me rappin' John Williams cuz I'm famous for scoring
And since Bones' got no muscle, he'll collapse from my boss hits
When I'm done with this skeleton he'll be back in the closet
Rollthebones2
In honour of 2.1.12 (Rush day):
I suggest you start quitin’, you’re facing a flawless rap practitioner
Requesting your omission for your sake, stick to being commissioner.
I’m consistently spitting these masterfully cruel and unusual attacks
Punishments insisting on your nonexistence like positive feedback
Directed at your verse, at least, so please desist and then cease
Before you get left deceased, obese and in pieces, bloodied in the streets.
Since those threats are a Rush, I’ll Hold my Fire on my Counterpart
Spit venom like a Snake, and my Arrows piercin’ Close to your Heart
Rappin’ pure magic: Presto. My rhymes are earth splittin’ like Hemispheres
Your raps precede a stunned silence like they’re Testing for Echo in here
Show Grace Under Pressure and duress, Exit Stage Left of my throne
There’s no Farewell to Kings today, Alec, all hail king Roll the Bones
Alec
You tried to Rush into battle, but the hypetrain flew off the rails
Cuz your sound just ain't quality, mastering fails like you're Vapor Trails
Compare yourself to Billboard greats, but you left out one disclaimer
Your only thing in common is that you ain't no Hall of Famer
Smuffin'd praise your defense of our freedom of speech
Can shout "fire" in theaters wherever you preach
This leach wants me impeached? Boy, I'm out of your reach
Your lines couldn't be whiter if they was written with bleach
We hoped for suspense, but now we've abandoned pretense
Cuz Bones could be rappin in teepees and still not be intense
The only diss in his rap was from cognitive dissonance
And like empty “give a penny”s his raps just plain missin’ sense
Rollthebones2
I’d have thought those last twelve lines would manage to get through to you
But you held it together, Alec doubles as not-so-super glue.
Spitting venomous endlessly on this friendless enemy
Your flow is pathetic, mine’s heavenly, runnin’ a rap embassy
Deportin’ your simplistic, dud lyrical ballistics
You’re spittin’ blanks like a limp d***, my ammo loads are mythic.
Your hurried raps are all jokes, in fact we wish you’d never spoke
But you want to win this, add it to your list “polls Alec has smoked”.
Evolved lyrically, spitting thunder, the rappin’ game’s Raichu
Please understand with your tiny IQ that not one of us likes you
Lines about complexion? Ineffective and lacking direction
From a f** who’s only erect when he sees his cosplayin’ reflection
Battle 20: Extha vs.Giggs[]
~The Score~
~The Raps~
Extha
I kept the suspense up so I could shock and arrest your cardiac.
When my words unfurl I just Rock Anthems, I’m where the Party’s at.
Homie I’ll steal your wife like I was your brother, I’m not lyin’
Because I’m a Giggs too, you’re Rhodri—I’m Ryan.
See, the stories are similar, ExTha’s literally world famous.
And you have maybe three people here who know what your name is.
You’re shamelessly faceless when you stutter your phrases. Face this:
I’m a racist rapist who’ll leave you displaced and wasted, b****.
You just got slashed, pup. I’ll eat your heart, real talk.
And you’re all mashed up, so play your part, Girl Talk.
This hawk can squawk but he better baulk; he can’t rival my pen.
And this league will be a f***in’ joke if he makes the finals again.
Giggs
Seems all work and no play makes ExLax a dull rhymer of a boy
Wack ass small-timer to destroy, talk smack like whiners without ploy
With this topic you'll purge, thanks to my gold cyber-bullion
ExTha 'bout to face the Surge, like he's sayin "goodbye Cerulean"
And he lacks the Grounds for victory, spittin' overrated blatherskite
Some rappers use these battles to negotiate, I'd rather fight
And if words could kill them letters won't be breakin' no bones
Man, I'm just sayin' you could do better, like I'm Drake on the phone
I'm takin the Throne, and b**** I play this Game like a Lannister
Payin' debts and slayin' vets faster than Roger Bannister
I dwarf your rap stature, Giggs look B.I.G. by comparison
Your life's been short since birth but man that **** was straight embarrassin'
Extha
Lieutenant Surge here is gonna have to cry for a week or two
After coming up short against an MC the size of Pikachu.
He could use some diss lessons and some reports on recourse
When he dubbed himself Tyrion and then called ME short.
This Scottish f** likes to wear drag tights and play bag pipes.
So I’m here to make sure that he gags nice on my mag light!
I brag like I dwarf stars coz I’m an Alpha male; nickname Centauri.
And his black hole beta bars pale; his spittin’ game is sorry—
Sorry! you won’t get any sweet revenge on my MMA attacks
coz you couldn’t force your way ahead if you were an FF8 track!
So Giggs gags lots while I’m the diamond ring that proves adages;
because this battle showed that better things come in small packages.
Giggs
Giggs howlin' like the wolf, leisurely spit smokestack lightnin'
And you'll end up deader than Heath Ledger with that Brokeback writin'
Ex cut the gay jokes this time but still spills garbage like a trash can
And we've all seen enough to know he's further in the closet than Aslan
See man my pull's olympic-sized, audience waitin' on the votals
My raps'll leave ya sterilized just like i'm wailin on ya scrotals
You got less lines than The Artist, and I think I'm havin' recalls
This like your last match all over again 'cos man your rappin' be balls!
...But now this world has grown colder, and my words alone smoulder
All that hard-earned e-pop don't mean **** to this unknown soldier
So respect the chrome holder, Giggs at the vanguard of eloquence
Done wrecked your Bulgarian journalist standards of excellence