<u>Standings:</u> 1- Chutney 2- MrJ 3- Smitty 4- Locke 5- Junoon 6- AznIverson 7- vcwannabe 8- Air Fresh Welcome to round 2 of the battle tournaments. Congrats for making it this far. In round 1, we have seen some epic battles, and legends were born. But now, round 2 has arrived, and the challenges will become that much harder. Who will win it all? That remains to be seen. But the battles will only get harder, and the competition will only grow greater. Good luck to all, and remember to have fun. ** - I will be extending the battles from 2 days to 3, because a lot of schools have already started ** - Please, only the battlers may post in this thread. Any comments should go in the discussion thread. Thanks
Just thought I’d warn you, so there’s no one to blame, That quality over quantity is the name of this game, You’ve had your fun, now I’ll take over this set, And steal the spotlight like I’m TmacGarnett, 3 Canucks in this round, we be taking this over, Crossing Round 1 like it was the Mexican border, But, you should focus on me, ‘cuz I’m the only who’ll last, There’s yet to be a hurdle that I haven’t surpassed, F**k courtesy, I ain’t Swish and I mean what I spit, I make no apologies for my superior wit, I’m a lyrical Jesus, makin’ miracles with wordplay, And converting you heathen, just go ask J_Ray, But, look at this fool, thinks he can come back from the dead, Now I’ll pull a Resident Evil and paint this thread red, I voted you in and got your hopes high, Just so I could personally send my good-bye, Truth is, I’m bothered on how you got to this phase, You were fishin’ for votes like Umair fishes for praise, And it was a magical ride, what with how you got through, But, story’s over Cinderella, ‘cuz I’m jackin’ your shoe, I took this tourney by storm, but I’m no 3-hit wonder, Bringin’ more pressure each time, I make fools buckle under, I smell fear, and I suspected you from the beginning, 3 sure things in life: death, taxes, and me winning.
don't cross that line dawg, you gonna have to pay a heavy toll I am the wild card, and like the Steelers, Im bout to take the superbowl I got money in the Banks like my name was Lloyd and you, well you 19 years old, and not even employed talkin about a hurdle that you have surpassed, the difference between me and JRay, is that I will whoop ya ass for you Chutney the end is here, what the hell do you smell, cause it sure aint fear and my future is crystal clear, Im a winner, while you'll leave this battle in tears you can't handle my rhymes, and they not for show I'll rip your arm out ya socket, dismantle you with my flow have your shoulder leaned like you were young dro when you say quality over quanity I think your right thats why you'll never beat me in the mornin, noon, or night you say you took this toruney by storm I wanna no how? your opponent was easy, and you only won 1 round I'me surrounded by dawgs, all I gotta bark is "get em" but then again, I'm like I snake the way I spit that venom Chutney your already a has been, we might as well call you TimFlem this is my battle, and your just another victim I was killin it before, but now I'm a torture it light this battle up-put a torch to it Chutney it is in your best interest to just forfeit
I've been patrollin' this thread, watched you bounce in and out, I ignored your cowardice, thought this could be a good bout, 11:10 was like Christmas, competition was on my wishlist, But you dropped a piece of coal, and I'm coming back pissed, Talkin' bout jobs: I'm judge, jury, and trigger man, Made a livin' of it, no one's held it down for a bigger span, They all start off with swagger, but I take 'em down a notch, 'Cuz I make sure that punks don't act up on my watch, It's only been one verse, the feeling will slowly set in, When I lock this battle down worse than Nazi Berlin, Got 3 more days of hell, of me showin' up in your nightmares, of these feelings of despair, of me cancelling your prayers, You can only hide behind your wall of cliches for so long, 'Till your sent back to the loser's bracket, where you belong, See, the difference between you and J_Ray isn't in skill, It's that he accepted his fate, and let me move in for the kill.
patrollin this thread watchin me bounce in and out really? I don't even know what you talkin about your calling me a coward, how is that? when it took you an hour and 10 minutes just to reply back your gonna lock this battle down, like Nazi Berlin and like them, your b**h a** isn't even gonna win don't compare yourself to a winner, you better do like Hitler instead, cause you don't want me to meet you, go put a bullet to your head the only thing your hatin can do is inspire, if my rhymes are coal then it adds more fuel for my fire I belong in the losers bracket, tell me how is that? check out the wild card thread, even you had my back I don't know why you voted, your askin to loose to me cause I have forgotten better rhymes, than you ever dreamed you sound like J_Ray talkin bout a "good bout" good for me bad for you, cause you bout to get blown out I acccepted my fate, but your nothing to me my fate is winning, see yall in round three! peace!
you say your a trigger man, but your heat is never felt the last time this kid was strapped, he had on his seatbelt I'm flyer then you, I'll elevate and throw down the lob Chutney your pathetic, stop battling, and get yourself job keep thinking I'ma punk kid, and you can meet the mob You said you taking over,when I think its just luck There is 4 right now, but you can count out one Canuck and thats you, because Chutney your time is up I'm hustlin kid, something like Rick Ross don't ever compare yourself to Jesus, cause lyrically I'll nail you to a cross I worked pretty hard, I did what I had to do, and my work payed off cause i got through after all I must be doing something right when my threads got 1,000+ views on the other hand lets talk about your raps you beat J_Ray but he has never even rapped give him a couple weeks, and he could come right back and probably beat you, cause Chutney your wack talking about I was fishin for votes, what the f**k I was never doing that, but it was one of your fellow Canucks try to jack my shoes, see where that gets you I'll jack you up, I gurantee my hits won't miss you I'll run up on this kid like CJ from Grand Theft I still got a lot of juice, because I got that lyrical depth Chutney's been through a round, and prolly has nothin left I'm used to flaming homo's, cause I flame them on the norm no homo, I'll lite Chutney up like his name was Johnny Storm don't get it twisted cause he really aint even hot but I'll cook this "patrollin" pig, Chutney get in the pot this another battle that I definitely got, and its mine for the taking I know I can't be the only one hungry, who else wants some bacon?
So, you snuck another rap in? That’s fine, I don’t mind, I only need a line to take down both of yours combined, But, I’ll humour you and pretend that I actually am trying, Even when you brought nothing, had me constantly sighing, I command respect, even among those I despise, That’s why my name’s the only thing that you capitalize, You spit so much nonsense, I’m surprised you don’t drown, Need to learn how to float before you go after my crown, Got no time for amateurs, but I’ll still autograph your face, So people will know who made you a walking disgrace, Won the fans like a Gladiator, I make them scream loud, In this thread you look like Hoffa in a hostile home crowd, I seize the moment, destroy you with no hesitation, Walk away from the mess, with no reservations, I’ll eliminate your dignity, leave you with no compensation, Left with nothing like Master P was your representation, You focused on defense, were allergic to offense, But, there’s 2 sides to battling, didn’t know you were that dense, Replied to everything I said, didn’t try to do more, Seems you’re content with simply evening the score, Well, if you really are such a sucker for punishment, I got so much more time to continue the torment, This damage is lasting, what an awful situation, Leavin’ you like Amare after an operation, Want more? ‘Cuz I’ll come up like LT on Theissman, The pain’s inevitable, when I’m makin’ your head spin, I bring the fire, makin’ MC’s run for the hills, That July heatwave was just me sharpening my skills, My raps are finely aged wine, and I have to admit, That yours are like moonshine brewed in your toilet, You expect me to wait until you spit a good rhyme? I’d rather go watch grass grow in real time, Every time I publish a rap, I satisfy all the observers, But, when it’s your turn, they pray that JBB switches servers, You got me writing too much, I keep it short and sweet, But I’ll shut it down anyways, like ctrl-alt-delete, Unlike you, I can go the distance without drawing a yawn, So my last rhyme will be longer, leave you something to suck on: Sticks and stones will break your bones, but my words will verbally rape you, And you enjoy it I can tell by the moans, so sit tight, there’s no where to escape to.
allergic to offense, all defense, what does that mean? defense wins championships, so b**ch, kiss the rings dissin me kid? you must be stupid,u best back down or this could get brutal how is your a** gonna talk about me? when your rap didn't even have one rebutal you walkin on a thin line, better watch your step all I read was a bunch of random punchlines, and pretty much nothing else this is like a boxing match, I got you corned in the ring no matter how hard you try, I'm not phased by your weak swings you got fans like a Gladiator "screaming loud" your right, my swords are out your throat, and they screaming "thumbs down" so I guess it time to take chutney out this wasn't much of a challenge, I call it my rout so shut ya mouth, your battlin days are over cause you choose the wrong route if you think you can beat me, you have got to be joking I'm kill you in this battle, and you use your head as my trophy how are you gonna tell me I'm moanin? what is your type? that was a pretty gay line, you must like it in your tail pipe you leavin me like Amare, I don't see why thats wrong cause just like Amare, I'm about to bounce back strong and your last rap was pretty damn long I thought quality over quanity, was the name of this song? Chutney your are not a real hip hopper, you aren't a baller get off of these forums, go play some soccer the pain isn't inveitable to me, I walk it off your rhymes are not fire,to me they are soft I'm a predator, and right now your lookin like a target I drop dimes like C-Paul, and sting you like Hornet I'll destroy you so bad, the site will crash with my words then you can really say I made JBB switch the servers I'm hungry, aint nobody gonna stop this momentum I'm like a serial killer, and Im lookin for the next victim Chutney your fake, they need to convict him for impersonating an MC we all no he isnt I mean what I mean, and with that let it be said, your a bigger foreign bust than Fran Vaquez I didn't know there was a July heat wave up in T-Dot I'm from the South, so everday I stay hot I'm on top, and your on the outside lookin in I'll s**t on you Chutney you aint nothin but my toliet
It’s a simple concept, too bad it flew over your head, You used all your lines just replying to what I said, Talkin’ ‘bout rebuttals, why don’t you bring something new? It’s hard for me to counter nothing, if only you knew, It makes more sense now, that’s why you never spit first, Can’t come up with ideas, ‘cuz you’re hardly well-versed, Ran out of fingers to count the lines that don't rhyme, Call it a typo once, but what of the next twenty times? And when you’re lines rhyme and you aren’t being repetitive, You use kindergarten vocab that makes this hardly competitive, Boxing? You’ve been clinching, trying to catch your breath, Afraid of verbal jabs that cause a figurative death, A post-surgery Amare, you have trouble standin’ tall, ‘Cuz I keep rejecting your rhymes like my name is Chris Paul, You’re dishin’ dimes, I can’t call that a hoax, So far you’ve set up every one of my jokes, My wordplay’s too complex, you can’t comprehend That my lines are written with a metaphorical intent, I improve every post, you’ve seen my lyrical growth, Quality over quantity, but I showed that I can work both, Guaranteeing wins, but I don’t stop at Round 3, I’m already calling my wins in the next tourney, Raggin' on a sport? You know how desperate you sound? More predictable than the use of multi’s in this round, I’m the number 1 seed, been the source of your frustration, Another reply’s more pointless than Ming’s resignation.
I'll start a Fiasco, cause I'm loco they say I'ma kick and push B**ch's like my name was Lupe I think your a little to hyped, cause you aren't gonna go far I beating you with my style, cause yours is not up to Par I'm ahead like Woods, and a Tiger couldn't stop me from shining cause I'm the King of the Jungle, I got the heart of a Lion you claim that your lines and wordplay are soo complex when really they're not, I'm ready for whoever is next I'm not afraid of your verbal jabs, I respond with punches of my own my rhymes will knock you cold, once they connect to your dome Post surgery Amare, is still cool with me Thats better than Bosh, Ben, and TD your response was alright, but I'll come back with something better your rhymes are old and tired, like a Philly Chris Webber for you to tell me there is two sides of battling doesn't make sense If that was true Chutney, where is your defense? you tellin me that I'm using cliches'? your using the similar ones, and then calling it wordplay I can set up your jokes you prolly need me to, you lost creativity your better off going to the Atlanta Hawks forum, and starting some activity You've improved every post, I say not quite you've still only stayed on one side of the fight I've already brought something new lets see a rebuttal from you I got you cornered again, and I got this battle on lock your verses and replies, will be a bigger flop than Divac
Eaisly the best battle of the round, a REALLY close one. Chutney had some real nice lines and so did Air Fresh...but if I had to pick...Fresh, only because I thought his punchlines hit harder, and had better rebuttals.
I’m going to have to go with Fresh on this one. Chutney had some nice verses but when he rebuttled he didn’t really turn anything Fresh said against him. Example… <div class="quote_poster">Quote:</div><div class="quote_post"> I got money in the Banks like my name was Lloyd and you, well you 19 years old, and not even employed</div> It was a great battle though.
Tough call. Air Fresh - You suprise me everytime you battle, you just keeps improving everytime and that shows true potential to be a champion. You had some sick lines like the one BKS pointed out and the loco lupe one. But at times some of your lines were wierd and the punchlines were kind of weak. For example <div class="quote_poster">Quote:</div><div class="quote_post">I beating you with my style, cause yours is not up to Par I'm ahead like Woods, and a Tiger couldn't stop me from shining</div> Also, at times some of your lines didnt rhyme that well like <div class="quote_poster">Quote:</div><div class="quote_post">allergic to offense, all defense, what does that mean? defense wins championships, so b**ch, kiss the rings</div> Chutney - Every punchline was great and the rhyme scheme you had was just off the hook. You had a lot of comparisons to players, users on JBB and JBB itself which I really like. But, if Air Fresh was always on D you were always on offense and didn't rebuttal much and didnt turn his lines against him. Sometimes you almost had no rebuttals I thought to myself, did he even read AF's disses? Right now I'm really not sure who to pick. This was obviously the best battle of the first round. I'll have to think about it and I'll post my vote later.
Best battle of the round, bar none. But I'll go with Chutney on this one. Both were very good, but Fresh was a little too inconsistent. He was either feast or famine, while Chutney stayed consistent with solid lines. It really was a tough battle though.
I gotta go with Chutney. He has really suprised me during this competition and some of his punch lines just make my jaw drop. Good battle though.
I got Chutney. He is still the most impressive one in the competition. He really gets at his competitors, with jab after jab, and nobody seems to be able to keep up. Fresh did a nice job, as usual, but he wasn't able to put himself back together after Chutney ripped him to pieces time and time again.
I'm goin with AirFresh, his rebuttles were great, but his punches were even better! "I got you cornered again, and I got this battle on lock your verses and replies, will be a bigger flop than Divac" THATS CRAZY!!!
<div class="quote_poster">Quoting Remedy:</div><div class="quote_post">I'm goin with AirFresh, his rebuttles were great, but his punches were even better! "I got you cornered again, and I got this battle on lock your verses and replies, will be a bigger flop than Divac" THATS CRAZY!!!</div> That doesn't even rhyme! Divac doesn't even sound like Lock! This is an example why I'm going to have to go with Chutney, I just felt his lines more, and Air Fresh's lost my attention when I was reading them.
