emceemikkal
03-05-2005, 09:37 PM
bombrotha:
You said you were'nt trying to start a user beef. But that was'nt how it seemed to me, you poor bored computer geek. As for votes on a score board, you would'nt get two or three. On a scale from one to ten, my talent is thirty.You can't contend, cuz' you're no challenge and nerdy! While I'm spittin' you're slippin' like your balance ain't sturdy.You should've never compared me to that cross dresser from out kast. Next time, watch what comes out of your mouth before you shout trash. Making a wrong comparison can start a title bout clash. Consider my verse a lyrical tee.kay.oh..Emceemikkal is another name for weak gay ho. If you wanna go another round, we can play,yo. It doesn't matter if it's next week or today, bro.
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emceemikkal:
professional? i got power in numbers, though you jus' the decimal...
lyrical murderer, effervescent flows that leave your internals messed-in-full!
seriously... how hard could you possibly be battling "v-mac"?
(http://www.jam2dis.com/hiphopboard/...der=asc&start=0, seriously... )
beating me? you can dream-that... i attack with perfect shots with clean-gats that'll make brotha do like fat joe and lean-back!
away from mainstream...
he ain't a real dawg, he a pussy with less-bite...
i shoulda never compared you to a crossdresser*... 'cause you a transvestite./
i can't win? poor nigga... my word value continues on growin'-in-wealth...
i can't get on the board? this dude couldn't win this battle if he voted-himself!
my mental-skills leave your dental-grill your only recognizable feature after you've been killed...
manslaughtering through lyrics... distort your face like emmett-till!
you smart enough not to smoke**... but to diss me? you judged-wrong...
i'll rip your spleen through your ear... now you suffering from blood-loss./
leave now? wrong, faggot! your option's-gone...
i'mma do like a stealth jet... and "drop-this-bomb"!***
so don't challenge... stabbin' you in your equilibrium... that'll make your balance vanish...
mikkal spits damage like atomic missiles in cannons!
* he talked about me comparing him to a crossdresser in his verse.
** in his profile he says he's smarter than to smoke.
*** drop him, dropping bomb, double meaning
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bombrotha:
This is the wake up call. It's obvious that Mikkal is too fake to brawl. The excuse that he make's is that he's waiting on y'all..to tally a vote. Actually though, the only idiot voting is his girlfriend Sally the broke..iced out wimp. By the time he responds, the weather outside will be a nice house temp. Can the femcee get any dumber? He'll be looking for the audience's votes from now till' summer. I'm staying on a winning spree, but this cluts must hated it. That's why he's the only one in here frustrated. Oh, you think I'm being rude and personal? No, I'm having fun telling fools that you're a dude with a purse, ya' know. How in the hell can a battle be closed for votes when it hasn't been two rounds? You're just mad cuz' I'm the chief and you're the servaint like this is Sioux grounds.
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emceemikkal:
your verses are worthless, and still you continue to persist...
i disperse your family in hearses shouting out satanic curses./
i leave him pissed-and-annoyed, smash him with my fist-to-destroy, it's too easy dissing-this-boy...
i ain't the sharpest metal? you can't "sharpen your skills", thus you're "missing-the-point"*!
this brotha's jus' another obstacle... you cold? peep this optical...
i'm colder than any iceman on antarctica's surface... eating a popsicle./
sick freak, why would i work myself with right-hand?
when that's the one i reserve for your mom at night,-man./
i'm soft and white...? just take your rhymes and keep stayin'-back...
so i guess you could be karamo (http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/realworld-season15/personality.jhtml?personalityId=1128) ... 'cause you gay-and-black!
choppin' ya head like barbers... wanted 2 rounds? when you couldn't even go one, this boy-blows...
fag rookie starter... i'm carvin' ya skull like tarver... 'cause you had gotten knocked out in the first round... kinda like roy jones. (http://www.usatoday.com/sports/boxing/2005-01-07-year-knockout_x.htm)
You said you were'nt trying to start a user beef. But that was'nt how it seemed to me, you poor bored computer geek. As for votes on a score board, you would'nt get two or three. On a scale from one to ten, my talent is thirty.You can't contend, cuz' you're no challenge and nerdy! While I'm spittin' you're slippin' like your balance ain't sturdy.You should've never compared me to that cross dresser from out kast. Next time, watch what comes out of your mouth before you shout trash. Making a wrong comparison can start a title bout clash. Consider my verse a lyrical tee.kay.oh..Emceemikkal is another name for weak gay ho. If you wanna go another round, we can play,yo. It doesn't matter if it's next week or today, bro.
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emceemikkal:
professional? i got power in numbers, though you jus' the decimal...
lyrical murderer, effervescent flows that leave your internals messed-in-full!
seriously... how hard could you possibly be battling "v-mac"?
(http://www.jam2dis.com/hiphopboard/...der=asc&start=0, seriously... )
beating me? you can dream-that... i attack with perfect shots with clean-gats that'll make brotha do like fat joe and lean-back!
away from mainstream...
he ain't a real dawg, he a pussy with less-bite...
i shoulda never compared you to a crossdresser*... 'cause you a transvestite./
i can't win? poor nigga... my word value continues on growin'-in-wealth...
i can't get on the board? this dude couldn't win this battle if he voted-himself!
my mental-skills leave your dental-grill your only recognizable feature after you've been killed...
manslaughtering through lyrics... distort your face like emmett-till!
you smart enough not to smoke**... but to diss me? you judged-wrong...
i'll rip your spleen through your ear... now you suffering from blood-loss./
leave now? wrong, faggot! your option's-gone...
i'mma do like a stealth jet... and "drop-this-bomb"!***
so don't challenge... stabbin' you in your equilibrium... that'll make your balance vanish...
mikkal spits damage like atomic missiles in cannons!
* he talked about me comparing him to a crossdresser in his verse.
** in his profile he says he's smarter than to smoke.
*** drop him, dropping bomb, double meaning
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bombrotha:
This is the wake up call. It's obvious that Mikkal is too fake to brawl. The excuse that he make's is that he's waiting on y'all..to tally a vote. Actually though, the only idiot voting is his girlfriend Sally the broke..iced out wimp. By the time he responds, the weather outside will be a nice house temp. Can the femcee get any dumber? He'll be looking for the audience's votes from now till' summer. I'm staying on a winning spree, but this cluts must hated it. That's why he's the only one in here frustrated. Oh, you think I'm being rude and personal? No, I'm having fun telling fools that you're a dude with a purse, ya' know. How in the hell can a battle be closed for votes when it hasn't been two rounds? You're just mad cuz' I'm the chief and you're the servaint like this is Sioux grounds.
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emceemikkal:
your verses are worthless, and still you continue to persist...
i disperse your family in hearses shouting out satanic curses./
i leave him pissed-and-annoyed, smash him with my fist-to-destroy, it's too easy dissing-this-boy...
i ain't the sharpest metal? you can't "sharpen your skills", thus you're "missing-the-point"*!
this brotha's jus' another obstacle... you cold? peep this optical...
i'm colder than any iceman on antarctica's surface... eating a popsicle./
sick freak, why would i work myself with right-hand?
when that's the one i reserve for your mom at night,-man./
i'm soft and white...? just take your rhymes and keep stayin'-back...
so i guess you could be karamo (http://www.mtv.com/onair/dyn/realworld-season15/personality.jhtml?personalityId=1128) ... 'cause you gay-and-black!
choppin' ya head like barbers... wanted 2 rounds? when you couldn't even go one, this boy-blows...
fag rookie starter... i'm carvin' ya skull like tarver... 'cause you had gotten knocked out in the first round... kinda like roy jones. (http://www.usatoday.com/sports/boxing/2005-01-07-year-knockout_x.htm)