Discussion in 'Emcee Battle Area' started by smittyrhythm, Aug 25, 2011.
for you, 24...
due by...next Thursday? That's 1 week.
Smit refered to his verse as a work of art, so when I abuse smack'n handle Rhythm
He'll let out The Scream as his ear comes off like Van Gough and I tear his painting like an act of vandalism
You explain weak and boring punchlines that's something I must acknowledge
Smitty you need to lose your Expos, like the city of Montreal did
You're boring as fuck Smit so I've got to work with the bare bones like an orthopedist
But this battles still gonna be without debate North Korea is
I'm sick as Hannibal Rhythm you get eaten like a corpse when I unleash a higher force
'Cus I won't be defeated by a dork with bars stretched like Dhalsims limbs in Street Fighter 4
This verse leaves you outlined in white chalk I have no idea what you raised the lines for
Because you can't see I'm above you like an F-117 Nighthawk
And your wordplay against John showed your short temper
Since however many ways you called him a king you're still just the court jester
As a writer you're boring as fuck and I reall ain't lying
Your bars are what happens if you copy down the closed captions from a vid of paint drying
Asking for plenty more than the normal amount of bars but nobody likes your style anymore
So I don't need Jack Bauer fight techniques to kill you in twenty-four
Unless you get a ghostwriter or mentor it'll be nothing to traverse your bars and send yah home with a purple heart
I'll only lose if you've got aid in the back like you're driving a nurses car
You act like we all owe you somthing and should be thankfull just to have a verbal spar
Now does it feel to know your ego's more memorable than your verses are?
This is left over Uno bars you aren't worth the time
Observe the rhymes you're average and boring like a shirt and tie
Fuck writing for hours this is a quick keystyle
Now just to post you'll be done in 1 press like speed dial
When you first battled me face2face I bet Harley-Quinn wasn’t smilin
Cuz I put this ‘Mr.J’ in a box like the bars of Arkham Asylum
He couldn’t afford to buy a vowel, the words were horribly planned
So it always ends with a ‘9-9-8’ cuz his lyrics ‘too-short’ to be ‘Grand’
You will never get played on radio-waves plus you’re rated less than a second stage
And your clip against Deth is the closest way you would ever get hits on the ‘F.M., J’
Step up to the plate and clean up the dishes of all your puns and your disses
Cuz how can you call yourself a Mr. when most of your punches are Mrs.?
It’s nun ya business, you were on your knees against the Priest more than chapel pews
You aint half as true and without an opponent I can still defeat you in battle views
http://board.rapmusic.com/emcee-battle-area/1266281-smittyrhythm-vs-ar-here.html (900+, no-show)
This buster dug-less graves in the EBA while I turned the grounds in to holey-fields
I-earn-mic-ties-son, all the stripes behind your name are the kind that made Toby squeal
Slowly shield the pain you feel from always bein whipped til your shoulders peel
You’re like Fred Kruger cuz you can only win when people sleep on you, phony steel/steal
You use to stalk me like a child, every post you’d follow and file
So I’m use to seein you in my ‘threads’ and its no surprise that you borrow styles
You mighta stolen the title eng but that don’t make you a King of the Ring
You wish you was ME, which is why ‘We Love Smitty’ was the title-theme of your team
That’s awkward shit ^ some marti-gras tits would make you flinch and probably fall sick
Because you’re so gay you refer to TopGun often as “that volley ball flick”
This march is won, it was hardly fun, shut down the party, ya bar’s done
Notice: I didn’t need 1 british joke, and partly because..
You already are 1.
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