CREW BATTLE [ Krooked Konceptz vs. Socitey of the Sick ]
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I'll put'a number on ya dayz, leave this fool-blown like aids...Thas remarkable (considering the fact fatals never been laid)...I shock blocks, cop glocks, squat spots & chop rocks...You suck cocks, jack off in socks, eat cereal & collect box tops...Get on track, you couldn't cum clean gettin head from'a shop vac...Deuce don't even rap, He uses a dictoniary to help him become more wack...Tell me whas the point of that...The only thing krooked about yall koncepts is your all on-krack...For instance the fact that fatals obsessed with tammy, miss hottcarolinababe...She might talk to you online, but face to face wouldn't give you the time of day...See me & piss your pants, lieing tryna claim you just couldn't hold it...Ima terriable arogant asshole who's vicious as fuck & everybody knows it...Biggz needs more help then'a herion addict who uses methadone for'a chaser...The only way you'll spit sumthin wit flavor is if ya spit chewin on'a now & later...Think you won't get touched then, well see what happens inda-end...Your all-in-trouble-again, just like ADRIAN SANCHEZ you'll get did-in...
oh, you wanna battle KK? ill make like OJ and take a stab-at-it/
rack-this-click.... cuz every member of S.O.S. just aint adequate/
this man-will-spit ice.... rippin you, leave you blistered-and-cold/
since we bigger-you-fold.... change your crew name to Sisters-Of-Soul/
wut you homos dont~know iz Double K will drill-you-inside-out/
like your Grandpa watchin TV, we aint satisfied until-you-kidz-pipe-down/
wut that killa-shit-like-now? oh i forgot, none-of-you-would-know/
u never entered tha realm of tha sick.... thatz a place where not one-of-you-could-go/
fuck an S.O.S. in distress, that bitch can suffer till her last-breath/
take everything that fag lovez for fuckin with KK.... now that'z-death/
their scrap'z-best hope is to skip out, hide, not-show-up/
cuz he'z their weakest link.... oh he already posted, they've got-no-luck/
talkin bout me talkin to Tammy.... bitch please you juzt dont get it/
cuz when i talk shit to her about you.... i hear about tha real you, no pretendin!/
im cold-hearted.... you want sum advice? dont-start-shit/
cuz you'll end up on tha 6 o'clock Newz az a John Doe-carcass/
everyone knowz smurfz arent shit but a village fulla midgetz/
u need to get your shit taylor fitted, cuz your rhymez dont fit like your sureno-gimmick/
i put tha say-so-in-it, bitch your fuckin skillz-dont-shine/
you grew ballz on tha net, a rep on tha net, but still-no-spine/
ten~barz leave men~scarred, so imagine wut happenz-to-smurf/
u bang south? ima deport your scrap ass back-to-yer-turf/
this is for REAL flowz so run away but first check-yo-vest/
cuz ill make your stupid ass really start hollerin "S-O-S!"/
and Curt, like smurf you'll hurt from a loss-to-me/
there'z no way u can say u spit flamez, honestly/
hig hop-will-be in a state-of-shock.... betta pray-i-stop/
you're infesting this forum like insectz, so ima spray-tha-crop/
with no delay-you-drop, lookin stiff like a corpse-with-an-erection/
KK had a small array of gayz to smash, your crew added more-to-tha-selection/
your whole crew iz sad ya fag.... so i said-i'd-clown-it/
you gotta admit your crew iz shit when only one member haz a shred-of-talent/
instead-of-balance you got two thirdz of a crew that lickz-nutz/
face factz, you dont stand a chance with those 2 so just give-up/
and ADT so weak he'z left tha scene long ago, he skipped out/
cuz everything he writez in hiz notepad suckz and getz ripped out/
you wanna compete? sorry but your flowz arent-enough/
with that weak of a hand it muzt be hella hard-to-bluff/
aint see you post in a grip bitch, prolly cuz you're UNDER PAR-you-suck/
got writer'z block? like welded piecez of metal, your barz-are-stuck/
sit back and take a look at your squad.... Curt'z your only-hope/
cuz you and smurf are weak.... after this SOS iz gon-be-broke/
might az well split up now, there'z no need to stick-together/
cuz your crew'z win/loss record iz 0-1 and it aint gettin-better/
smurf cried cuz i had four sectionz, so i put them all into one. that'z why it'z so long. my bad.
rack-this-click.... cuz every member of S.O.S. just aint adequate/
this man-will-spit ice.... rippin you, leave you blistered-and-cold/
since we bigger-you-fold.... change your crew name to Sisters-Of-Soul/
wut you homos dont~know iz Double K will drill-you-inside-out/
like your Grandpa watchin TV, we aint satisfied until-you-kidz-pipe-down/
wut that killa-shit-like-now? oh i forgot, none-of-you-would-know/
u never entered tha realm of tha sick.... thatz a place where not one-of-you-could-go/
fuck an S.O.S. in distress, that bitch can suffer till her last-breath/
take everything that fag lovez for fuckin with KK.... now that'z-death/
their scrap'z-best hope is to skip out, hide, not-show-up/
cuz he'z their weakest link.... oh he already posted, they've got-no-luck/
talkin bout me talkin to Tammy.... bitch please you juzt dont get it/
cuz when i talk shit to her about you.... i hear about tha real you, no pretendin!/
im cold-hearted.... you want sum advice? dont-start-shit/
cuz you'll end up on tha 6 o'clock Newz az a John Doe-carcass/
everyone knowz smurfz arent shit but a village fulla midgetz/
u need to get your shit taylor fitted, cuz your rhymez dont fit like your sureno-gimmick/
i put tha say-so-in-it, bitch your fuckin skillz-dont-shine/
you grew ballz on tha net, a rep on tha net, but still-no-spine/
ten~barz leave men~scarred, so imagine wut happenz-to-smurf/
u bang south? ima deport your scrap ass back-to-yer-turf/
this is for REAL flowz so run away but first check-yo-vest/
cuz ill make your stupid ass really start hollerin "S-O-S!"/
and Curt, like smurf you'll hurt from a loss-to-me/
there'z no way u can say u spit flamez, honestly/
hig hop-will-be in a state-of-shock.... betta pray-i-stop/
you're infesting this forum like insectz, so ima spray-tha-crop/
with no delay-you-drop, lookin stiff like a corpse-with-an-erection/
KK had a small array of gayz to smash, your crew added more-to-tha-selection/
your whole crew iz sad ya fag.... so i said-i'd-clown-it/
you gotta admit your crew iz shit when only one member haz a shred-of-talent/
instead-of-balance you got two thirdz of a crew that lickz-nutz/
face factz, you dont stand a chance with those 2 so just give-up/
and ADT so weak he'z left tha scene long ago, he skipped out/
cuz everything he writez in hiz notepad suckz and getz ripped out/
you wanna compete? sorry but your flowz arent-enough/
with that weak of a hand it muzt be hella hard-to-bluff/
aint see you post in a grip bitch, prolly cuz you're UNDER PAR-you-suck/
got writer'z block? like welded piecez of metal, your barz-are-stuck/
sit back and take a look at your squad.... Curt'z your only-hope/
cuz you and smurf are weak.... after this SOS iz gon-be-broke/
might az well split up now, there'z no need to stick-together/
cuz your crew'z win/loss record iz 0-1 and it aint gettin-better/
smurf cried cuz i had four sectionz, so i put them all into one. that'z why it'z so long. my bad.
1 big verse..
this-kid-biggz get his-wig-split fuckin-wit-Curt-B// i'll kill biggz but on the siccness nuthin's-a-sure-thing..lets put the facts-in-place// mistah MVP's lyrics is a fat-disgrace..its been proven u aint more "savage"-than-"sam"// another "K" to ur crew and u'll be a faggott-ass-"klan"// i'll put ya "head-in-a-hood"// leave u dead-in-the-woods// still witin fa ya to beat me cuz ya said-that-u-could..u jus a mark wantin-ta-gangbang// never bothered-to-slang-"caine"// in battles u get repeatedly "bagged", thats wuts causin-ya-name-change..ya always dick-ridden// u'd get votes even if people new ya shit's-bitten// this bitch is-gettin "butt hurt" like he "dropped the soap" in-prison..biggz u the wackest-of-ya-crew// im sleepin on ya verse til u rap-sumthin-new..same old shit everyday// u net pimp porn cuz u'll never-be-layed..this fake's-bout-ta-lose// ya audios suck, stay-out-the-booth..fuck this mark, i slaughter-fakers// i should rule this forum cuz i jus killed the moderator..Fatal, u spit the same shit, same-analogies// sagas in red of some lame-"fatal"ities..over and over u scream-murder// how u'll kill-cats wit ill-raps and mean-burners// ya same old lyrics is beat, dont speak-further..close ya mouth-and-"zip"-it// my flow's on "lock", ima "bag" u cuz im bout-ta-rip-it..u havin "nyghtmares" of me-in-ya-dreams// u'll be-in-extreme amounts of pain from me-and-my-team// we leavin-the-scene unhurt while u attached to a breathin-machine..got "2 K's", ima give-ya-the-"third"// but before u "strikeout", im rippin-ya-first// u'll live-in-a-herse..for the rest-of-ur-life// got a "note in a bottle" and the "message"-said-fight..sorry fatal, this is text, guns-is-useless//S.O.S is the "champs", "undisputed"..ya crew ran the boards-for-a-bit// now everyone's bored-of-ur-shit// to beat the S.O.S. ur gon' need more-of-ur-click..get all six-members// me, hogg, and ADT, it dont get-better// leave the KK dismembered..startin wit biggz and endin-wit-deuce// these KK "brothas" get "lynched" wit the S.O.S lendin-the-neuse//resentin-to-truce..switch-tracks// biggz and fatal are ripped, now deuce gets bitch-slapped wit "sicc"-raps from a "society" who spits-facts..like this the end of the KROOKED-KONCEPTS// new crew on top cuz the S.O.S. took-this-contest..
this-kid-biggz get his-wig-split fuckin-wit-Curt-B// i'll kill biggz but on the siccness nuthin's-a-sure-thing..lets put the facts-in-place// mistah MVP's lyrics is a fat-disgrace..its been proven u aint more "savage"-than-"sam"// another "K" to ur crew and u'll be a faggott-ass-"klan"// i'll put ya "head-in-a-hood"// leave u dead-in-the-woods// still witin fa ya to beat me cuz ya said-that-u-could..u jus a mark wantin-ta-gangbang// never bothered-to-slang-"caine"// in battles u get repeatedly "bagged", thats wuts causin-ya-name-change..ya always dick-ridden// u'd get votes even if people new ya shit's-bitten// this bitch is-gettin "butt hurt" like he "dropped the soap" in-prison..biggz u the wackest-of-ya-crew// im sleepin on ya verse til u rap-sumthin-new..same old shit everyday// u net pimp porn cuz u'll never-be-layed..this fake's-bout-ta-lose// ya audios suck, stay-out-the-booth..fuck this mark, i slaughter-fakers// i should rule this forum cuz i jus killed the moderator..Fatal, u spit the same shit, same-analogies// sagas in red of some lame-"fatal"ities..over and over u scream-murder// how u'll kill-cats wit ill-raps and mean-burners// ya same old lyrics is beat, dont speak-further..close ya mouth-and-"zip"-it// my flow's on "lock", ima "bag" u cuz im bout-ta-rip-it..u havin "nyghtmares" of me-in-ya-dreams// u'll be-in-extreme amounts of pain from me-and-my-team// we leavin-the-scene unhurt while u attached to a breathin-machine..got "2 K's", ima give-ya-the-"third"// but before u "strikeout", im rippin-ya-first// u'll live-in-a-herse..for the rest-of-ur-life// got a "note in a bottle" and the "message"-said-fight..sorry fatal, this is text, guns-is-useless//S.O.S is the "champs", "undisputed"..ya crew ran the boards-for-a-bit// now everyone's bored-of-ur-shit// to beat the S.O.S. ur gon' need more-of-ur-click..get all six-members// me, hogg, and ADT, it dont get-better// leave the KK dismembered..startin wit biggz and endin-wit-deuce// these KK "brothas" get "lynched" wit the S.O.S lendin-the-neuse//resentin-to-truce..switch-tracks// biggz and fatal are ripped, now deuce gets bitch-slapped wit "sicc"-raps from a "society" who spits-facts..like this the end of the KROOKED-KONCEPTS// new crew on top cuz the S.O.S. took-this-contest..
wasn't into the mood and rushed this shit off the head this morning
Socitey of the Sick, mayne keep the SOS pads to clean up this mess//
Put the beam to the test, Krooked Koncepts this team is the best//
Smurf, Stay on the Sista side of the siccness, you ain't wanted here//
taunted with fear ever since you been fucked up this ass you've been haunted for year//
Son you more "fake" then silicon, how you think your goin to steal this throne//
I'm the realest known, you IMed me w/ a peace treaty kid the deal is blown//
We ask yah phony bitches if yah wanted to take this physical//
but like usual you juss wanted to make it visual//
Murder this punk with scripts, leavin his people amazed//
SOS vs. KK the sequal awaits, comin at cha w/ these evil wayz//
Smurf aint nuttin but a cartoon on here and real life//
ending what yah parents began, Death on you with eithier a steal of knife//
Curt B, fuck your bitchass, lyrics gone hit you so hard you get whip-blast//
You gone get ripped-fast liek a fat mans pants, juss quit-rap//
No one wants to hear the shit you say, Fuck this cunt//
You going to kill me? please you couldnt even if yah had luck with hunt//
Fuck yah genotype, ugly child, SOS choose you as a useless one//
with 2-spits clearin out the scene with my tool is a gun//
hit yah in the chest causing more chest pain than heart burn//
Don't head in Krooked konceptz direction, make a start turn//
Damn good shit Curt, much props....
coo shit smurf
Fatal sicc as always.... waitin on Deuce
Socitey of the Sick, mayne keep the SOS pads to clean up this mess//
Put the beam to the test, Krooked Koncepts this team is the best//
Smurf, Stay on the Sista side of the siccness, you ain't wanted here//
taunted with fear ever since you been fucked up this ass you've been haunted for year//
Son you more "fake" then silicon, how you think your goin to steal this throne//
I'm the realest known, you IMed me w/ a peace treaty kid the deal is blown//
We ask yah phony bitches if yah wanted to take this physical//
but like usual you juss wanted to make it visual//
Murder this punk with scripts, leavin his people amazed//
SOS vs. KK the sequal awaits, comin at cha w/ these evil wayz//
Smurf aint nuttin but a cartoon on here and real life//
ending what yah parents began, Death on you with eithier a steal of knife//
Curt B, fuck your bitchass, lyrics gone hit you so hard you get whip-blast//
You gone get ripped-fast liek a fat mans pants, juss quit-rap//
No one wants to hear the shit you say, Fuck this cunt//
You going to kill me? please you couldnt even if yah had luck with hunt//
Fuck yah genotype, ugly child, SOS choose you as a useless one//
with 2-spits clearin out the scene with my tool is a gun//
hit yah in the chest causing more chest pain than heart burn//
Don't head in Krooked konceptz direction, make a start turn//
Damn good shit Curt, much props....
coo shit smurf
Fatal sicc as always.... waitin on Deuce
Two Mothafuccas Neccs Fitted for The Noose....
Smurf,
Thinking You can beat me Only Proves This kids In A Deep State Of "Mind Misconception"/
I Spit With Perfection while You Bite lines of greats,Recitin' Rhymes of legends/
I'm DNA For Baldness Becasue you'll Be Hair Today And Gone Tomorrow/
My Guns Aim To Murder Yo' Sex Life.. Puttin An' End To Yo' Sorrow/
Like Ally McBeal's Weight yo' Chances Of Winnin' Go From Slim To None/
Fuccin' With My siccness Record.?.. Trust Me you'd Do Better Tryin' To Date A Nun/
Kill You With Tim Duncan. . . So you’ll Die In The Spur Of The Moment/
You ''Built'' yo' Own Confidence on the siccness And Then Got ''Evicted'' becasue Of ''No Rent''/
You act like you from the streets,but frauds just get hurt/
Only hood you ever been in,was on You Fubu Sweat Shirt/
And I woulda posted first but I had to stutter spits/
I was recoverin' from wipin Deuce's semen off yo' mother's lips/
Curt B,
Tries to be tough,Look At His Bacc Y'all,You can tell he Likes it Rough/
I'd Talk to him bout' sex,But Cuzz isn't even old enough/
Your net career ends here to all this bullshit You've Been Droppin/
Spit Two Bars And Have Em' Both Fake They Death And Livin' In Hidin' Like Pac and Bin Laden/
You Bold To Spit Cause Battlin Deuce Is Like Sidin' with Suge You Playin' With Yo' Life/
Bribed His way to the siccness finals So You Beatin Me,You Literally Payed The Price/
'Sketchin' Your New Found Diccriders is the only way You Ever Gunna 'Draw'-A-Crowd'/
You only win when the Stars are aligned so I guess there must be a Flaw-In-The-Clouds/
Never Brawl With A Star,Then I’ll Fuccin' Abuse This Midget/
Strangle You With A Celly,Till Your Swallowing The Phones Digits/
Dicc Ridin' Comes Bacc To Haunt You
^^^^^^^^^^^REMEBER THIS^^^^^^^^^^^
Deuce
2 C's
Smurf,
Thinking You can beat me Only Proves This kids In A Deep State Of "Mind Misconception"/
I Spit With Perfection while You Bite lines of greats,Recitin' Rhymes of legends/
I'm DNA For Baldness Becasue you'll Be Hair Today And Gone Tomorrow/
My Guns Aim To Murder Yo' Sex Life.. Puttin An' End To Yo' Sorrow/
Like Ally McBeal's Weight yo' Chances Of Winnin' Go From Slim To None/
Fuccin' With My siccness Record.?.. Trust Me you'd Do Better Tryin' To Date A Nun/
Kill You With Tim Duncan. . . So you’ll Die In The Spur Of The Moment/
You ''Built'' yo' Own Confidence on the siccness And Then Got ''Evicted'' becasue Of ''No Rent''/
You act like you from the streets,but frauds just get hurt/
Only hood you ever been in,was on You Fubu Sweat Shirt/
And I woulda posted first but I had to stutter spits/
I was recoverin' from wipin Deuce's semen off yo' mother's lips/
Curt B,
Tries to be tough,Look At His Bacc Y'all,You can tell he Likes it Rough/
I'd Talk to him bout' sex,But Cuzz isn't even old enough/
Your net career ends here to all this bullshit You've Been Droppin/
Spit Two Bars And Have Em' Both Fake They Death And Livin' In Hidin' Like Pac and Bin Laden/
You Bold To Spit Cause Battlin Deuce Is Like Sidin' with Suge You Playin' With Yo' Life/
Bribed His way to the siccness finals So You Beatin Me,You Literally Payed The Price/
'Sketchin' Your New Found Diccriders is the only way You Ever Gunna 'Draw'-A-Crowd'/
You only win when the Stars are aligned so I guess there must be a Flaw-In-The-Clouds/
Never Brawl With A Star,Then I’ll Fuccin' Abuse This Midget/
Strangle You With A Celly,Till Your Swallowing The Phones Digits/
Dicc Ridin' Comes Bacc To Haunt You
^^^^^^^^^^^REMEBER THIS^^^^^^^^^^^
Deuce
2 C's
[Follow me to earths end, Off caps & stems I'll detach your limbs][We aint friends, so it aint shit to make this battle a one sided win][Im serven these krooked kocept bitches venomouse hugs and kisses][I'll smack the shit out these feline fishes, get em frustrated breaken dishes][Im heated like herion, cold as ice, & known to flash'ta kill-hoes-fast][You ugly like Marilyn, white as rice & known to smash hella dildos-in-ya-ass][They call you deuce cuase you rep 2 clicks, fabolous faggots & mobb deep dicks][I'll give you my 2 cents, stop rambleing big words maggot, noone feels ya wack shit][Only thing nightmare induceing about fatal is his outragousely high levels of homo-fagisim][Can't beat me with plagerisim so stick to being a prewritten broke-ho-organisim][Most vurnable-weak-link pitifull-BITCH!, Biggz sucks more then a hoover vacume][I manuver past cheap-tricks, Ill make this dumbfuck eat shit off the floor of a flooded bathroom][Got the GAME in'a NOOSE, I abuse repative whores who ride with lyrics equivilant to a bombardment-of-shit]["HI MY NAME IS DEUCE, I use descriptive words to hide the stoopid-content-of-my-spits][Yall cats must realy like me, only one member of your crew even dissed me][Guess its soon to be history, Beat yall so bad that after death you can't donate a kidney][KK's completely see-through, the next occerence is complaints about how S.O.S. treat you][ALIVE we eat you, I'll strangle you with the tubes your soon to breath through][The worst fact is that everyone of you cats spit with muffled raps][If i wanted to hear crap id go to a pawnshop & get my Teddy Ruxben back]
Incase you don't know I mean Marilyn Manson, not Manroe. And by white as rice i mean PLAIN, not racialy white.
Incase you don't know I mean Marilyn Manson, not Manroe. And by white as rice i mean PLAIN, not racialy white.
Ok.. Here's my breakdown..
Illest Line :
Like Ally McBeal's Weight yo' Chances Of Winnin' Go From Slim To None/
Fuccin' With My siccness Record.?.. Trust Me you'd Do Better Tryin' To Date A Nun/
Illest Lines From Each Verses :
Smurf :
Biggz needs more help then'a herion addict who uses methadone for'a chaser...The only way you'll spit sumthin wit flavor is if ya spit chewin on'a now & later
Fatal :
since we bigger-you-fold.... change your crew name to Sisters-Of-Soul/
wut you homos dont~know iz Double K will drill-you-inside-out/
like your Grandpa watchin TV, we aint satisfied until-you-kidz-pipe-down/
wut that killa-shit-like-now? oh i forgot, none-of-you-would-know/
Curt-B :
biggz u the wackest-of-ya-crew// im sleepin on ya verse til u rap-sumthin-new..same old shit everyday// u net pimp porn cuz u'll never-be-layed..this fake's-bout-ta-lose// ya audios suck, stay-out-the-booth.
Biggz :
Socitey of the Sick, mayne keep the SOS pads to clean up this mess//
Put the beam to the test, Krooked Koncepts this team is the best//
Duece :
Like Ally McBeal's Weight yo' Chances Of Winnin' Go From Slim To None/
Fuccin' With My siccness Record.?.. Trust Me you'd Do Better Tryin' To Date A Nun/
ADT :
They call you deuce cuase you rep 2 clicks, fabolous faggots & mobb deep dicks
Comments on verses :
Smurf.. i still think you need to expand your vocab.. But you got some sick / funny ass metaphores.
Fatal.. That Sureno Gimmick line was hella funny!! lol.. But Iurknow.. Your styles good but i think if u worked some more it'd be AMAZING.
Curt.. Tight spit man.. I jus' dont like how some of the lines are like.. "We Dont snort-cocain" or whatver u said on it.. Other then that it was pretty raw!
Biggz.. Tight shit bro but it's a lil plain.. Like I said to fatal work a tad bit more and you'll be amazing bro.. Maybe more metaphores, or atleast better ones.. And I do understand you wernt in the mood fo' the battle.
Duece.. Amazing.. Metaphores funny as fucc.. I could almost quote the whole damn thing bro.. Iurknow how you could improve your shit.. Maybe make it less complex so us stupid people could understand it?? Iurknow.. lol
ADT.. You got a cool style man.. Your line that I said was your best had to be the second best line in the whole battles.. Coo shit.. Jus work harder 'n you can go somewhere wit' yo' shit..
Overall Breakdown :
SOS : 8.5
KK : 9.0
Duece was pretty much the reason I gave then .5 more.. if duece wasnt there then KK woulda only loss by .5 of a point still.
V: KK
Illest Line :
Like Ally McBeal's Weight yo' Chances Of Winnin' Go From Slim To None/
Fuccin' With My siccness Record.?.. Trust Me you'd Do Better Tryin' To Date A Nun/
Illest Lines From Each Verses :
Smurf :
Biggz needs more help then'a herion addict who uses methadone for'a chaser...The only way you'll spit sumthin wit flavor is if ya spit chewin on'a now & later
Fatal :
since we bigger-you-fold.... change your crew name to Sisters-Of-Soul/
wut you homos dont~know iz Double K will drill-you-inside-out/
like your Grandpa watchin TV, we aint satisfied until-you-kidz-pipe-down/
wut that killa-shit-like-now? oh i forgot, none-of-you-would-know/
Curt-B :
biggz u the wackest-of-ya-crew// im sleepin on ya verse til u rap-sumthin-new..same old shit everyday// u net pimp porn cuz u'll never-be-layed..this fake's-bout-ta-lose// ya audios suck, stay-out-the-booth.
Biggz :
Socitey of the Sick, mayne keep the SOS pads to clean up this mess//
Put the beam to the test, Krooked Koncepts this team is the best//
Duece :
Like Ally McBeal's Weight yo' Chances Of Winnin' Go From Slim To None/
Fuccin' With My siccness Record.?.. Trust Me you'd Do Better Tryin' To Date A Nun/
ADT :
They call you deuce cuase you rep 2 clicks, fabolous faggots & mobb deep dicks
Comments on verses :
Smurf.. i still think you need to expand your vocab.. But you got some sick / funny ass metaphores.
Fatal.. That Sureno Gimmick line was hella funny!! lol.. But Iurknow.. Your styles good but i think if u worked some more it'd be AMAZING.
Curt.. Tight spit man.. I jus' dont like how some of the lines are like.. "We Dont snort-cocain" or whatver u said on it.. Other then that it was pretty raw!
Biggz.. Tight shit bro but it's a lil plain.. Like I said to fatal work a tad bit more and you'll be amazing bro.. Maybe more metaphores, or atleast better ones.. And I do understand you wernt in the mood fo' the battle.
Duece.. Amazing.. Metaphores funny as fucc.. I could almost quote the whole damn thing bro.. Iurknow how you could improve your shit.. Maybe make it less complex so us stupid people could understand it?? Iurknow.. lol
ADT.. You got a cool style man.. Your line that I said was your best had to be the second best line in the whole battles.. Coo shit.. Jus work harder 'n you can go somewhere wit' yo' shit..
Overall Breakdown :
SOS : 8.5
KK : 9.0
Duece was pretty much the reason I gave then .5 more.. if duece wasnt there then KK woulda only loss by .5 of a point still.
V: KK
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WOW...I could make you eat your words so bad...I used to flow usen hella uncommon & big ass words...But id always get comments saying shit like...I like your style but how can people feel you when they dont even understand you...Or...Why would i like sumthin that makes me feel stupid cause i don't know what any of the words mean...I have a plethra of lyricall artillery homie...Don't let anything make you think i don't...
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Personaly i thought we had this shit...CURT's verse was the rawest out of any in this battle...Deuce & BIGGz didn't even diss ADT...Fatal came with his boreing shit he usualy does & BIGGz rambled on about whatever...I mean he dissed my parents & shit...I don't even know my dad & haven't lived with my mom for a long ass time...so that ammounts to just talkin random shit out his ass...Whatever thou...Deuce came tight...But every member of S.O.S. came tight too...
So its like your tellin us that 1 tight KK verse was better then 3 tight S.O.S. versus...whatever...makes no sense to me thou
So its like your tellin us that 1 tight KK verse was better then 3 tight S.O.S. versus...whatever...makes no sense to me thou
Smurf's verse: Shit was coo', and especially the last few bars were heated as fucc. Long too, so he put a lot of effort.
Curt's verse: Damn, definitely the most heated. This dude never stops. Always elevatin'. Dissed everyone in KK.
ADT: Shit was coo', but talked a lot about yoself when you shoulda' been takin' more shots at KK.
Fatal's verse: Nice, long, and heated. Good shit as usual.
Bigg's verse: Just aight IMO. A lil' on the short side, and didn't even take a shot at ADT.
Duece's verse: Pretty coo', but a few lines were wacc as fucc. And didn't take any shots at ADT just like Biggs. Ain 't hatin', but I wanna' point out that I used a line very similar to that Ally McBeal thing against Juan. "Your chances of derailing Sicc Wit It are as slim as Ally McBeal's hips" - Me. "Like Ally McBeal's Weight yo' Chances Of Winnin' Go From Slim To None" - Duece.
Anyways, a pretty heated battle. But I feel SOS was all-around better.
Vote = Society of the Sicc
Curt's verse: Damn, definitely the most heated. This dude never stops. Always elevatin'. Dissed everyone in KK.
ADT: Shit was coo', but talked a lot about yoself when you shoulda' been takin' more shots at KK.
Fatal's verse: Nice, long, and heated. Good shit as usual.
Bigg's verse: Just aight IMO. A lil' on the short side, and didn't even take a shot at ADT.
Duece's verse: Pretty coo', but a few lines were wacc as fucc. And didn't take any shots at ADT just like Biggs. Ain 't hatin', but I wanna' point out that I used a line very similar to that Ally McBeal thing against Juan. "Your chances of derailing Sicc Wit It are as slim as Ally McBeal's hips" - Me. "Like Ally McBeal's Weight yo' Chances Of Winnin' Go From Slim To None" - Duece.
Anyways, a pretty heated battle. But I feel SOS was all-around better.
Vote = Society of the Sicc