The battle will require 3 verses from each competitor. Verses will have a maximum length of roughly 24 lines. At the end of the battle, the 4 judges will determine who advances into the Semi-finals. In the case of a tie, a popular vote will determine the winner. Good Luck.
Sorry guys, I've been pretty busy (and SICK, my voice is completely gone and I feel like sh*t right now) with school and stuff. I couldn't reply today cause I had to go to a friend's party, and tommorow I have work from 10 in the morning till 6 at night, and by the time I come home there's going to be people over so I doubt I'll get to write it tommorow either. I think the earliest I can write it would be sometime Sunday before the actual deadline - which I believe is Sunday night? Sorry again guys, but this week's just been hectic and being sick has just made it that much harder. I would write a verse right now, but I'm seriously not feeling good at all. Just thought I'd let you guys know atleast.
I could extend it to Monday for you guys. It doesn't have to be the greatest verse or that long. We just need something out there for the tournament to keep running.
Yeah, my bad Chutney, didn't mean to add all this extra confusion in an otherwise smooth-running tourney. I'll have my verse up by Sunday. I think we should extend the deadline to monday only if the other battlers don't mind. Monday is Christmas anyway.
Ok, this is probably the worst verse I've done in a long while, but I just whipped it right now (while taking a lot of breaks to go downstairs etc etc). Sorry for the lack of effort, but I just pulled it together right now, last minute, to hopefully get into the next round before you guys close it out. Sorry for the delay again. Lettme serve a reminder for this baller from Guangzhou, China Karma's rhymes~are~grimy, finer then your finest~china// you shook like an earthquake and ain't even dropped a verse~yet It's not the words; the thought of me droppin a verse is your worst~threat// slowly drippin your first~sweat, and I ain't even quenched my thrist My punches hit so hard, you'll feel like you're givin birth// and for what it's worth; my rhymes explode, so stay~back You beatin me is like findin a needle in a haystack// The Champ is back on the throne, and I'm feelin cocky your reply'll be more pathetic then Stallone comin back as Rocky// Who's serious? Not~me, I'm just havin fun~now I'll skip over the obligatory cliches about Kung~Pow// or Kung Fu and any other China~jokes This battle ain't major to me, so I'll leave on a minor~note// I'm lookin to move forward and find some finer~foes My rappin style is iconic; with rhymes like designer clothes// Ok, that's all I could come up with for the moment. Good day.
