~~~Rules and Regulations~~~ -The rapper listed first goes first. -Each rapper must spit a pair of 12 line verses, alternating Rapper A-Rapper B-Rapper A-Rapper B. -24 hour time limit on each rap starts when the previous rap (or the topic itself) is posted -After the final verse has been posted, there will be a 36 hour voting period. Please bold your votes. -You can’t vote on your own match. -As always, keep the player hatin' to a minimum (includes rallying). -Extensions may be allowed on a discretionary basis. -In case of a tie at the end of the voting period, there will be a tiebreaker round. See discussion topic for details.
Tag, I probably won't be able to get anything up until monday...hope that isn't a problem. Really busy weekend and I don't expect to have any free time.
Think all this battle really needs is a verse of passive aggression Swordsman's upcoming harakiri will be his first massive impression Yo, this is European extreme mode - harder than a strong erection Bona fide Contra flow, like driving in the wrong direction Ain't no Konami code neither; this here tsunami flow gon' teach ya That your life just ain't secure enough to f*** with the reaper...
Remit is to own, straight s*** on you clones; heat spit off the dome be befittin' the throne The way I parlay is I try to convey that I spray with the sway of Egyptian tomes
Strike down rigmarole, Giggs with wit spit scripts on papyrus And when opponents dig their holes still grip their crypts like Osiris, Ain't no need to rig the poll, Giggs earn more votes than Mugabe get 'Cos when my lungs inflate crowds' interest rates be on some Zimbabwe s***
Sorry guys, y'all know I love this but I think I'll have to forfeit. Sucks to do this so late in the tournament, but real life showed up this week and is really kicking my ass. I'm not gonna have the time to write anything remotely competitive until sunday. I'm assuming that's too long of a delay, so it looks like I'll take the DQ.
**** a Reaper, I’m rap’s Shepard and Commander of this feature, But I got a better ending, it's a bracket busting sleeper. Watch me cut the nets down, deuces clown you’re Duke bound, I got that buzz, kazoo sound, I take it like I’m coup crowned.
Stick my sword between your shoulder blades and twist that **** with malice *****, So much Gore on your backside the voters call you Alex Smith. Serve this lame a combo plate from my Hanzo-made tanto blade, Verbal bullets leave scalps grazed, style like Johnny Cage with the knife skills of Bobby Flay. Feed off competition with cannibal rhymes that land to the jaw ‘till ya mandible grinds, Crazed like an animal mind, taking chunks out ya side like it’s a Hannibal crime. You got no Common sense, I’d offer food for thought if you weren’t fasting Hip-hop . . . I Used To Love H.E.R. . . . .before you started rapping.
Crowds left épée when I spit, so they're bound to clap their hands Swordsman's sat on the Fence but I'mma Saber Foiling his plans B**** I been oilin' my glands, I break my fast like land speed records And like the royals in Iran I'm a straight vigilante wrecker No need to boil in the pan I'll straight up hunt you then crunch, chew. Apply the thumbscrews on dumb fools until they become blue With flows more broke than Gumshoe, your stunt coup proved untrue Now Giggs' gon' do Sun Tzu, your young crew I'll run through Down with the kids, but it's more brony than Kony that his lungs spew And the f**s brag it's only baloney that his tongue woos Think it's about time the heat spread, swords out-lined with the beat dead But on the bright side, maybe a chalk outline'll help his street cred!
Giggs'll get broke certain when Swords strikes quicker than employees who oppose working, Your style’s all show, I’m about to bring the closed curtain and snatch ya kicks quick to leave ya sorry ass sole searching. I’ll put your head in the dirt like vegetable patches and a dot on your skull like the predator has it, Flow rides like professional rafters, you’re only urn-in the win[d] if I’m spreading the ashes.
I see you swaying cause you aint equipped to take this, your fake scripts have faded, Call you Wayan brothers for acting a better ***** than they did. Keep pretending your style’s fly but voters see your fire’s dry, Ya ****ing head’s up in the clouds like members of mile high. Dismembered in one try and now the breathing in ya chest’s feint, This beating’s worst than graphic like I drew it in ms paint. Ain’t no Saint but verbal blasts leave you hole-y so accept defeat with class, ‘cause my flow’s eroded you, I’m makin’ waves when I beach ya ass.
I'd be opposed to voting since I face the winner but considering votaIs I think I'd be justified in voting first so as to minimize my control over the outcome.
swordsman
honestly 4 top tier verses, the last half of gigg's first being the concentrated best material in show. swordsman had funnier ideas but got a little wordy on select lines. but serious laughs at the Alex Smith line.
Giggs 2 might be the best rap I've heard this contest.
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