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.
Iggy to my style, ya not up to par/ cause lyrically I?m a Serial-killer// So the hottest of all your bars/ couldn?t even be my Materials-filler// This is payback time--so I?m drawing the lethal weapons out the stash// Now I?m sketchin shots on ya frame--you won?t even give me a run for my cash// I?m on the road to the finals, when it comes to you, I?m Cruise-in right-by// That means your run ends against AF, there?s no hope for the Last Samurai// I challenge you to be creative, lets see if you can come up with new rhymes// Because so far everybody just disses Wayne, and My state all the damn time// It is kind of evident to realize, that this battle blowout is all mine// So I don?t even have to ask the judges--they favorite all my lines// The punches hit hard like Melo, and I don?t flee once I connect// Instead I swing a couple more times, best believe you gettin decked// If people listened to my rhymes on tape--I?d get nothing but respect// If people listened to ya rhymes on tape--they?d laugh and press eject// I?m pretty crazy with this rap sh!t, so lethal-verses fill up my armory// On the other hand ya flow is as nice as blood through clogged arteries// You?re rocking with the best?and in this battle I?ve got you shook-b// Try testin me Iggy?and I?ll crack you open like a f**kin fortune cookie//
You sure cracked me up, cause your verse made me laugh! And your fortune cookie reads "Iggy's about to kick your ass" They don't eject true talent, cause they keep the elite, Have em' pressin' repeat, and swayin' to my beat. Your like a puzzle with a missing piece, your game's not complete, You may as well telegraph your response too, cause your rap ****'s obsolete. See your false proclamations will turn on you quick, B got kicked outta the hospital, cause he just wasn't sick. I'm unstoppable in this tourney, you can't contain my plan, If your punches are like Melo, then mine are like Jermaine on that fan. Like your useless body, I'll leave your skin and bones left to rot. And like your useless text, I'll leave your words just lines and dots. See a win against me, it'll have to be earned, If you spit something weak then you just havn't learned. So all your overused lines, can now be returned, And if I spit anything hotter, my lips might get burned. So go plead to the judges, cause court has just been adjourned.
You can?t beat me in a battle, so it?s pretty much pointless to even try// Iggy is my opponent? This might as well be my damn 2nd round bye// My rhymes are polished platinum, yours are more like tainted bronze// So I contemplated a rebuttal, your shitty verse wasn?t even worth a response// Anyway I decided to reply, just so I could personally slay and flame-you// I?ve already murked you so bad, you?re fellow Canadians won?t even claim-you// I?m a high quality spitter, meanwhile your entire style is straight up bland// A trashy ass flow--with punchlines cornier than cinema concession stands// I got swagger and substance in my rhymes, on the other hand you lack-it// Proactive couldn?t even stop Iggy from gettin BUMPED out this bracket// I come complete: offense and defense, like a sword that?s double-headed// I?m making an example out of Iggy: F with me--and you gettin shredded// Or you getting beheaded, with the punchlines sharper than a guillotine// There?s no way Iggy can halt my sickness, winning is the only vaccine// I get kicked out of hospitals? Iggy, I understand how you-feel// The reason Dr.s kick me out, is because my rhymes are too-ill// I'm a beast with the mic, and into wack MC's like you I provoke-fear// Your not a battle rapper kid, more like the Rap Joke of the Year// Keep messing with this lyrical sharp shooter--you will end up shot// Borat must have wrote the cookies fortune--so on the back he wrote NOT//
Come on Air Fresh, come back with something better, PLEASE! Remember what happened last time you stepped up to me? You were left unable to breathe, begging for mercy on ya knees, You better change your user once again, cause it's really just a tease The "Air" you spit don't move me, you like a gentle breeze And the "Fresh" part? Only comes when, he sprays himself with febreeze. See I'll be making B freeze, spittin' out these harsh multis, Come at you a posessed man, like my name was Jarrod Jeffries. You aint sick on the mic, its MY lyrics that'll make-ya-cough But like an XBOX; overplayed, and on the mic-ya-soft (microsoft) Everybody detests your rhymes, even your verse is goin on strike, Only time, you can 'handle my bars' is if you rode my bike. My new meticulous flow, cannot be possibly dilluted, While I take ridiculous blows, at yours and begin to pollute it. My rhymes and flow on this site, has become JBB's Finest, While your lines run, like symptoms from a sinus. So if you was itching for a battle, then I'll leave you here with a rash Its just sucks doing JBB's chores, the way I have to take out the trash!
Just cautioning you now, that it’s in your best interest to retreat// Cuz this dude couldn’t kick a nice rhyme if he had 300 feet// The first mistake you made was clowning my name/ like JBB hasn’t seen that before// Now you just another MC to be slain/ I’ll decorate this battle thread with ya gore// Your second flaw was brining up the past, like that even matters// That was then and this is NOW, nowadays AF is the better rapper// The third error you made was claiming to be amongst JBBs best// In reality everyone knows your garbage; I’m here to put you ta-rest// Your wordplay is below average, and by saying that I’m being kind// Your verse was full of filler sh!t, that was just there to try ta rhyme// AF goin on a rappin rampage; the impact will leave ya bars burned-and-bent// I’ma separate the boys from men; so say goodbye to the tournament// I’m constantly killing it, ill mannered, bringing sick spitting to the table// Pack more punches than Ali, so after this your condition won’t be stable// Your entire repertoire is dull, my combinations are a lot more-shriller// Your right I should change my user, after this battle--to The Iggy Killer//
I thought you couldn't get worse, it had been past an hour waiting, You didn't even post a quality verse, your rap was irritating. This will turn out another L for you, cause I'm all trouble dude; Even in the house of mirrors you wouldnt spot a double you (W) This stuff comes natural to me, the way I spray my verbs, Its like I'm playing scrabble on JBB, the way I play these words. See I dont need no error 1, 2 bunch, I keep stuff basic, All I need is my 1-2 Punch that'll expose your fake sh!t. So don't come running your mouth, cause Iggy is ill-yo, I'm rippin' this p*ssy, like I was an oversized dildo! Defeat starts swarming your head, rashes forming - hives starting to spread, like a noble warning These toxic gases I spit; and flames I lit - emit hot sh!t get trapped in ya dome like global warming My complex lines, flow, and punches eliminate all your simplicity, The buzz of my verse, have you feeling effects of electricity. My flows like current, punches like voltage, my rhymes like shocks, That Ali punchline, was overplayed like playing Fight Night on Xbox (playing a punch) B, your obsessed with your rhymes, but you're flirting with a vet And its like your flirting with your 'skills' but your playing hard to get
Wow! Awesome battle, this is one of the best online battles I've ever read. Well done both of you. Iggy, where to start? You were great, your flow was spot on, your multies were great, your play on words was done well and your punches were hard. I really dont have much else to say apart from great job, you had me like "Ooh!!" quite a few times through out the battle. <div class="quote_poster">Quoting Iggy:</div><div class="quote_post">See your false proclamations will turn on you quick, B got kicked outta the hospital, cause he just wasn't sick. Everybody detests your rhymes, even your verse is goin on strike, Only time, you can 'handle my bars' is if you rode my bike.</div> Air Fresh, you were very good too, you were on par with Iggy in everything, except I wasnt feeling your punches as hard as Iggys. You had some very nice rebuttles though, but overall, I just wasnt feeling your verses as much as I was Iggy's. It's a shame one of you has to get knocked out here, but it has to be done. <div class="quote_poster">Quoting Air Fresh:</div><div class="quote_post">I get kicked out of hospitals? Iggy, I understand how you-feel// The reason Dr.s kick me out, is because my rhymes are too-ill//</div> My Vote: Iggy
<div class="quote_poster">Carter Wrote</div><div class="quote_post">Every battle that Iggy is in it turns into a classic. He's one of my picks to win it all.</div> Uhm ok Carter, next time can you post your comments in the discussion thread?
<div class="quote_poster">Air Fresh Wrote</div><div class="quote_post">Uhm ok Carter, next time can you post your comments in the discussion thread?</div> Oh right, my bad.
To begin: Iggy's first verse was just nastier than Air Fresh. Too much fillers for Air Fresh and it really didn't match up to Iggy's punches. The second verses were toss ups as Air Fresh brought some heat to that one. However, i do suggest you keep your punches short and crisp (which leaves a much better effect on the judges and the reader). You should just play along with the words more. I suggest reading your lines to see if you should cut back on a few things. However, i gotta go with Air Fresh in that verse. In the end though, Iggy had some seriouuus punches in the final verse and really threw a few multies. The creavity was great from both of you (AF, i loved a few a of the metaphors) but in the end, Iggy's flow was much better and he just came into this round with something to prove. My vot goes to Iggy. P.S. Iggy: throw down a few more multis in your verses.
Iggy had arguably the best verse in the whole tournament so far with his first, and he's really shown improvement from battle to battle. Fresh was his normal self, but Iggy came more prepared and hit much harder with his punchlines. This was a very tough vote, but mine's going to Iggy.
<div class="quote_poster">Locke Wrote</div><div class="quote_post">Iggy had arguably the best verse in the whole tournament so far with his first, and he's really shown improvement from battle to battle. Fresh was his normal self, but Iggy came more prepared and hit much harder with his punchlines. This was a very tough vote, but mine's going to Iggy.</div> Like I didn't see that one coming. Locke provides nearly the same explanation for every battle he votes on. Some advice, take a look at how Karma votes, you could learn something instead of providing basically the same generic reasons in every single battle. <div class="quote_poster">Quote:</div><div class="quote_post">Too much fillers for Air Fresh and it really didn't match up to Iggy's punches</div> Since the shits over, how was my first verse too much fillers? Can you explain to me which lines were filler and what makes a filler line because I'm tryin to get better.
