Rappone vs. Shinoda Part 2 N/F

[Rappone]

Hey Shin… We gonna front wit this, Yo..


I’m rising back after dropping,
And this time I aint stopping, I’ll immediately clutch your verse and start Chopping,
Causing you too see hallucinations more than LSD Popping,
Coz my verses plague brains causin you to see everythin cursed,
And it gets even worse with every rhyme I rehearse,
That you actually see Guyana coming up while The U.S dispersed,
Now I’m startin to blurt in your face, ya cheeks starting to hurt,
My flows so alluring it can arouse the whores,
And fuck ‘em up worse than a pimp, While you jus lookin fo’ beefs wit the newbies such as Jimmy Two Thousand Four,
I strike my Thousandth score,
While your still resting on ya second,
Its only your Bad Breath that causes your mics to be wreckin, [Mic Wrheckaz]
So now I’m stepping, And demolishing all those whack bitches ure reppin,
With each letter of a lyric verbally the size and literally the POWER of a bullet from a Wesson,
I’ll be teachin you a lesson, not to Interfere,
Coz when I un-elevate the best thing you should do is cheer,
And not come tell me to re-elevate, So I don’t shift my gear,
And exterminate you, Exactly like what I’m doing now, You hear?
I’m not gonna end it here, just so I make my lesson Clear,
By Demolishing you right infronta ure peers,
Your blessed this shit didn’t happen on New Year’s,
Coz then you woulda Sulked,
”Ohhh Shinoda Lost” But how could you win when Your fronting the poetic Hulk,
Step up the Mic Strike Fear Like when Mike Tyson Steps up to Fight,
Our punches don’t differ much, Uppercut, Side blows from left to right,
Blood spilled, head rocked backwards and 12 of ya molars got blasted outta ure sight,
But in addition to all This my verses Ignite,
In your faces so Instead of dark peeps start askin “Are You Afraid Of the Light?”,
That’s Right bitch , I’ve seen the lyrics you write,
Theyre lightweight, So Damn Light that before they Strike me they get blown Away by the wind,
Shin, You ain’t NOTHIN beside the lyrics I bring,
Its like thrustin Swizz Beatz in a ring, And tellin’ him to spit a verse against X,
To the Z, Both cases gets ya heads ripped off worse than if we got Jaws of Tyrannosaurus Rex,
The lyrics I eject, Would weaken you so much,
That you’d lose even if Mixer is the Cat you’d be fightin next///

[Jim_shady_2004]

your fighting shinoda and arguing about me.
well this i shit just has to be seen

[shinoda]

Hey Shin… We gonna front wit this, Yo..


I’m rising back after dropping,
And this time I aint stopping, I’ll immediately clutch your verse and start Chopping,
Causing you too see hallucinations more than LSD Popping,

Damn this boy finds synonyms /be killin him /when rhymin thin
He's squeezin in/ Too many rims /His dick in their ass or their balls on his chin
Sloppy mentions of hallucins /I only see my wins /And that's real kid, aight Jon checks in

The boy who's life's a sin, and always goes about quotin
Claimin Guyana's bitin when I'm sighting his own wims
Finding him comical when he don't win
Cause the stress and fear builds inside, from within
Its Frank we're hittin this round
Damn kid's life's a tragedy, happy ending's not found
Started a label, the record's are firmly ground
Never gonna take off or sell, just stay in compounds
He's a mixture of wack, and copy, in his writing
The way he follows the "big boys" to stay exciting
Hating on the BR people, but then starts style biting
Copying bars and the way the whole kids started rhyming

Coz my verses plague brains causin you to see everythin cursed,
And it gets even worse with every rhyme I rehearse,
That you actually see Guyana coming up while The U.S dispersed,
Now I’m startin to blurt in your face, ya cheeks starting to hurt
Bitch shut up already. You suddenly in the open
You're rehearsin this? Damn, your lines were stolen
And yes you do get worse as time keeps on rollin
You're down hill, with no moss to start a gatherin
My flows so alluring it can arouse the whores,
And fuck ‘em up worse than a pimp, While you jus lookin fo’ beefs wit the newbies such as Jimmy Two Thousand Four,
I strike my Thousandth score,
Arousing whores ain't something to be boasting
At most that's all you'll get to toast to arousing
The sensual acts I had at your last family gathering's
Enough to keep me roasting your ass til next ThanksGiving
While your still resting on ya second,
Its only your Bad Breath that causes your mics to be wreckin, [Mic Wrheckaz]
So now I’m stepping, And demolishing all those whack bitches ure reppin,
With each letter of a lyric verbally the size and literally the POWER of a bullet from a Wesson,
Bad breath on the Mic makes me Wreck it you say?
You never noticed my lines constantly slay
Yours make us turn away
We pray to the man above to take you today
Cause all you write whilst alive, looks like you're pained
I mean damn kid, how much of your mind you strained
Tryin to find a new way to replay the gun you claimed
You aren't gaining by poppin me with that, you couldn't pop gum
So shut up with your bitch talk about you packin guns
You're packing bags and trolleys
Got a small prick, like Holly
Your entire talent is like a book of Where's Wally
..........It can't be found, its lost forever
Once you had the skill, now you're lost your cheddar
Your 'beretta' and you're definately not better
I’ll be teachin you a lesson, not to Interfere,
Coz when I un-elevate the best thing you should do is cheer,
And not come tell me to re-elevate, So I don’t shift my gear,
And exterminate you, Exactly like what I’m doing now, You hear?
I’m not gonna end it here, just so I make my lesson Clear,
By Demolishing you right infronta ure peers,
Your blessed this shit didn’t happen on New Year’s,

You'll teach me a lesson? You'll teach the T-Cha?
You're elevating? Its not present, I beseach ya
To retract that statement, cause the lies will reap ya
You'll get what you sow, back a million times a letter
On NewYears you claimed to create the fear
Make me disappear in front of alla my peers
When you just front and jeer
Whilst I shave skill from ya ears
Call me the new Shearer* when I score K-Os right here *famous for England football
Coz then you woulda Sulked,
”Ohhh Shinoda Lost” But how could you win when Your fronting the poetic Hulk,
Sulked to lose to you? Na I'd be confused man
I couldn't lose to you, its true that I don't give a damn
The only reason you're poetically like the hulk
Is you're green with envy at my rhyming bulk

Step up the Mic Strike Fear Like when Mike Tyson Steps up to Fight,
Our punches don’t differ much, Uppercut, Side blows from left to right,
Blood spilled, head rocked backwards and 12 of ya molars got blasted outta ure sight,
But in addition to all This my verses Ignite,
In your faces so Instead of dark peeps start askin “Are You Afraid Of the Light?”,
That’s Right bitch , I’ve seen the lyrics you write,
You got me out of sight? I'm light and now you watch me write?
Damn FRANK, why you gotta play like they ain't tight?
I got it logged on MSN where you rated it high
And my punches could clearly pull you down from the sky
You must be trippin thinkin you be whippin me from state to state
Into your biting, I've been asked to kindly investigate
And when I find it, if I find it, will I bother lookin
That's when, fo'real "You SMELL What The Rock Is Cookin' "

Theyre lightweight, So Damn Light that before they Strike me they get blown Away by the wind,
Shin, You ain’t NOTHIN beside the lyrics I bring,
Its like thrustin Swizz Beatz in a ring, And tellin’ him to spit a verse against X,
To the Z, Both cases gets ya heads ripped off worse than if we got Jaws of Tyrannosaurus Rex,
The lyrics I eject, Would weaken you so much,
That you’d lose even if Mixer is the Cat you’d be fightin next///
Ripped like a Tyranasaurus, damn you're mind's exstinct
You shouldn't be in my precinct the way you stink
You should be quaranteened for being so damn idle
I'm your idol, you look up to ME before you spit your Bible
I can't help being liable for creatin all this haste
But you rappin to me, was your times' waste.

[Kruxx]

Tight...both of ya

[Rappone]

:? Entirely fed off... And you even understood some parts wrong... lol.


You got me out of sight? I'm light and now you watch me write?
I Dint get YOU outta sight I got ure MOLARS outts sight :D

Ripped like a Tyranasaurus, damn you're mind's exstinct

WTF did that hafta do wit what I spit???

[shinoda]

ITS A SEPARATE INSULT YOU TWADGE FUCKER.
There are insults, and there's your verse, flipped by moi.
I understood your molars shit but I ain't gonna bust my synonyms just to put in the word. It fits for what I was writing. Quit the hate.

[Rappone]

Lmfaooooo @ Twadge.

:D I never dickrided BR, and I only spit in bars when My opponent does.



Votes Wont Be Accepted

This was jus fo showin ya my talent is still here

[Young Legend]

I say next time both of you battle 5 bars each, and no feeding off verses unless it's a 2 round battle and each of you alternate to spit first after each round. This will create fairness 8)

[shinoda]

lol@no votes and @ doing this again. I'm done for now :D

[pimpchimp]

So wait. If you beat Rappone... does that mean I should be aiming to kick YOUR ass now?

[shinoda]

So wait. If you beat Rappone... does that mean I should be aiming to kick YOUR ass now?Iuno. But maybe I should just laughat you and your "not the top of em.net" status *muwahahahahha*

[pimpchimp]

I'll take over Battlerap, Em.Net AND Goldmic. You just watch!

[shinoda]

watches and laughs... shuts eyes... opens and its all called DoomzRap, DoomzMic, DoomzNet

Runs

[pimpchimp]

MIC WRECKAHS FOR LIFE!!!

[shinoda]

Have fun at the shops?
Oh yeh, when you gonna attempt the sigs?

[jersey#12]

it looks like rappone held his tightism flow for a while and it went on to shinoda :)

[Jim_shady_2004]

shinoda's win

[Rappone]

whateva, he fed off like vultures on a dead corpse

[shinoda]

whateva, he fed off like vultures on a dead corpseYeh I killed you and devoured another MC. I'll spit my other verse later

[shinoda]

I wanted votes on this :D

[madchild]

Are you F'in serious? GAh......

All votes must be on category or bar-by-bar.

[shinoda]

Hehe, na, chuck it in the vault.