Rap Battle
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after 2 votes the winner is...
Phoenix61397
Voting Style: | Open with Elo Restrictions | Point System: | Select Winner | ||
Started: | 8/10/2014 | Category: | Music | ||
Updated: | 7 years ago | Status: | Post Voting Period | ||
Viewed: | 1,191 times | Debate No: | 60264 |
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This is a rap battle, self-explanatory. Censored cursing is allowed, but some things are over the line, such as very aggressively sexual or racist lyrics, etc. I'll let voters decide what crosses this line. There's a 48 hour debating period and a 2,000 character limit. There will be no limit on bar amount or bar length. Voting will be "select winner" with a 1,500 ELO minimum. My opponent may begin rapping right away, but may type only "pass" in round 4. Thanks in advance to whomever accepts.
Your brain got nothing on this brain of mine. I broke the Universe with every rhyme. You can try to break Us down with every word, but I'll always continue to break down the Universe along with every world. Try to make this cosmic boat sink by projecting your anger through your spite; I learned how to think through the passion that need not spit for it rides the tides! Try to use your guns to shoot holes through my ship with your bullets; I got the cosmic web I spun to shoot for the heavens because I have the wit! I don't use words that are inbred, that's for the colloquially illiterate; I thread everything through a needle because I am legitimate. - You can puncture me without living by the thorns, but I'll always punish parts of you that remain unborn; you can lecture me without living by the pages torn, but I'll always live the legacy because of the way I was born! |
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Thanks to my opponent for accepting the debate, I wish him good luck.
Let me get straight to the point, lemme blow up my foe: His raps suck like the vacuum that I use in my home He's trapped cuz he's a "dirtbag", I'll own, bag him and go I'll scream "Die, son"*, I'm violent, I'll drop his a$$ in a hole Way down to hell for this "dirt devil"* and then I'll devour his soul I'd say you were Arrogant, but you already know what you are You can't spell though, you put an e where there should be an r Did you miss first grade? Can you say your alphabet? "U" comes after "I", you're illegit, just quit You don't know what trick you stepped in, you imbecile I'd break you if I could find a single brain cell to kill If you even had a notion of the Universe I may be scared, But your brain cell would literally burst if you really knew what's up there You talk about inbred, do you mean your family tree? It's broken, interwoven, bleeding from its leaves That would explain the tangled "rhymes" that come forth from your hollow head For your words I waited with bated breath, but I digress This mess that bores me to death is all I'm ever gonna get This man has no wins and he dares to be this ambitious? His chance to win is like the dirt left after I've done the dishes So call me Mr. Clean, I'll make him bleed, leave him in stitches Says he's good with needles, well let's test that condition * "Die, Son" sounds like Dyson, a brand of Vacuum Cleaner, while "Dirt Devil" is also a brand of vacuum cleaner
Let me ask you one question, if you don't mind Then again, why does it matter to my surmise? It's not like you'll ever understand how to be kind With such poetic skill, you waste a lot of your time. You think weapons and venom are better than a tandem Swinging the pendulum harder than a baseball record You don't know these words, or how to understand em' You try to sound big and bad, when I am the cosmic wrecker. Mess with the bull; you get the horns; mess with the truth, you get the thorns Mess with the ****; you get the **** storm; mess with me, you get worn All you can do is insult me because you can't consult yourself, These words you think allow you to rain down in bullet shells, Where is your heart, your mind, your sense beyond your hell, You never could shape this world, does this ring any bells? You're too quick to compare me to something like a vacuum Did it ever occur to you that this was based on your mad cues Go relax, read some poetry, maybe masturbate with ice cubes Because your fire is flatulent compared to my passion's fumes When I fight, I'm not trying to prove myself; when I live my life, I'm not trying to lose myself. When I deal with animals like you that forget humanity; I tend to peel off your wool and insanity. |
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Thanks to my opponent for posting his round.
You see one verse of mine and switch up your whole damn style, Want poetry in rhymes but your twisted mind's in denial This is a rap battle, you wish I couldn't spit fire But what do you expect mixing gas with a lighter? I'm flying, a Phoenix, people call me one with the flames You'll be dying a creeper, advising people to masturbate Come on, what was all that crap about ice cubes? Ice Cube is a rapper, that's backwards of you You must be writing "Edgar Allan" Poe-try* cuz it's scary how bad you'll lose Put you in a pit with a pendulum and decapitate you** We are all right here to give witness to your unmasking**, dude The "red death" of your disaster will show your inaptitude** So, Aerogant, I have a theory about you I wanna test You disparage others by claiming to be the very best First man I've met with an ego bigger than Kanye West More intelligent than all the rest you bet, in fact, but lest They point out your losses, you call those L's an anomaly, A byproduct of the complete and total, well, frivolity Of the debates here-but wait, call this sh*t hypocrisy You continue to debate down here when you ought to be Leaving-either you you're a masochist and love being beaten on Or the disastrous consequences are unintended and you're not smart Or you're just an a$$hole who loves telling people when you think they are wrong Your Universal knowledge is equal to the backwards version of a black hole So pick up your words, pack 'em up and then just leave Your condescending attitude ain't rubbing off on me You won't like me when I'm mad at you, I get big and green You used to be a rapper-'til you took an "aero" to the knee *This references both Edgar Allan Poe and the word "Poetry" **The Pit and the Pendulum and The Mask of Red Death are famous Edgar Allan Poe works Good Luck!
Go chase these girls, I'll chase my dreams I can observe black holes, and star seeds. You want to shoot holes in us - you see Yet I am the one that knows why we bleed! I know why we have sex on a cosmic level This was my endeavor; why am I so clever? You'd know, if you knew what you severed The moment you forgot how to remember! Where's your inner child, did it get caught in your mire? When did you ever try to transpire in flames that run higher? What about the demons that drag you down to be their sire? You better look now! What's left of you is burning up in fire! I can only imagine you writing on a piece of paper at a desk Which is why you always write like you are short of breath Go and write yourself off, keep your blood pressure in check It's not like you wrote anything short of violence from the west! You are just as important as the fireworks every fourth of July Nobody with a mind that sees through the lies could ever deny Your facetious pride is nothing to my life, day and night Get your patriotic fries out of my king-sized container of sprite! I can deliver my words like a bad waiter that delivers food to the table I balance every order as an instigator that slithers through your favor I need not speak with a cordial razor; I can blither while being stable I'll deal with your disorder without a bracer, for I am the Shadow Chaser! I have the wings of a phoenix; get some water, you're gonna need it I have the wings of a sphinx; you will get slaughtered, just leave this I have the rings of a tree; my wisdom is older than your insults, so sit I have the rings of cosmology; my big run is bolder than your pithe! I am the Man; I am the Damned; I am the life and I am the strife! I command this god forsaken land; I am the sight and I am the night! Your brain is still stuck in the sand; it must be a delight to be so blind! You will never be able to reprimand he who became god from your grime! |
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I hear a cry in the night as I open my eyes to the sky,
A guy beguiled by his own mind who died minus a fight, A crappy rapper and a bad philosopher to boot, Makes up trash and then acts as if he is smarter than you Half of my opponent's lines literally don't seem to mean sh*t It's like he took a rhyme dic* and put in random words where they fit You're bewitched by my song and the pen is my instrument I can "write" your wrongs if you just admit, give in, and quit I AM like a firework, so thanks for the compliment I'll leave your body burnt and dump you in a coffin, man Let my colors burst like Katy, your only hue is "burnt" sienna If we were both tattoos today, I'd be real and you'd be henna** Your Universe will pass away, with God I'll last forever While for heaven I will pray, you'll rot down in Gehenna So I suppose you're naturally inclined to find fire It's very possible, actually, to set "aero"sols alight It's improbable that you will survive this very night Call it Bug's Life, you're getting squashed like a termite He's a cow, with all his "udderly" confusing words He chews cud and eats dirt with a brain full of worms My polysyllabic verbs will f*cking murder this verse And he'll hurt, nurse his burns, and curse the day of his birth Ahora es un buen momento para morir!*** You aren't as smart as you wish to appear If you can tell me why a human bleeds, Inform me why to you it's happening Thanks for the debate. Please type only "pass" next round to fit debate rules. *Short for dictionary **Henna tattoos are temporary, like him ***Spanish for "Now is a good time to die!
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Posted by hellojohn 7 years ago

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Vote Placed by Domr 7 years ago
Phoenix61397 | Aerogant | |
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Reasons for voting decision: Mind-Surmise; Kind-Time; Record-Wrecker. Many of Con's rhyme's seemed forced. I actually did enjoy both raps, but the forced rhyming invokes a vote FOR PRO.
Vote Placed by lannan13 7 years ago
Phoenix61397 | Aerogant | |
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Reasons for voting decision: Pro had a better flow .