Guest Prince Posted May 9, 2004 Report Share Posted May 9, 2004 Last names out of the hat. bigted to post first. You both have two days. Check the "SOLO FREESTYLE BATTLE THREE" post for all the information you'll need (that is for anybody wanting to judge aswell). Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
bigted Posted May 9, 2004 Report Share Posted May 9, 2004 I got out of line m.c's sweatin' over my appeal on statements I shot out runs like Rickey Henderson 'cause I'm stealing bases I always find my way to home plate Since you're that lame catcher When you lose your craft, lame rapper It's gonna be hard for you to catch up I'm the all star celebrity and you're a back up If you're not on my team then the losses occur to stack up So you only play garbage minutes Go fool your opportunity away and you're on the practice squad again I already scored 50 points today when your ass got ripped The coach didn't bother callin' your name to check back in He caught you were already nappin' He said you're a problem and waste of a pay check and wacked ya head In front of the rest of your team Big Ted is the best of the league And you're heading to a developmental league You'll have to file for unemployment After I destroyed your ankle you're annoyed That I made you return to rehab And your only time in the majors will occur only as Being a towel boy is your only chance Until the owner's son beats you to it Don't get all sentimental from my rhyme scheme, I'm only foolin' But seriously you don't have much of a chance of winning Over the accuracy of the stuff that I'm spitting I have more velocity than Roger Clemens I can't store mercy when I got the shot to win I jam to exert heat and I block your shot again Like Mutombo and wave my finger, "not in my house trick" Is what I'll be yellin' I'll be buldin' a dynasty similiar to when Russel was leading the Celtics Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Silver Tiger Posted May 9, 2004 Report Share Posted May 9, 2004 Here we go again Now I suppose it's your rap I gotta spin But what am I gonna do when the material is so thin? You're rappin like this is baseball You're funny, but not like Spaceballs I won't cry over rhyme scheme because you don't have it You started to cuss and I just laugh it What we need here is more real freestyles You took 30 minutes to write that and you still didn't bomb me I'm not Osama see, so don't try to kill me I feel bad doing this It's like kicking a dog that's down Like bumpin my head to no sound Like laughin at an unfunny clown But I don't wanna scare you off because you're relatively new But next time you swear, it'll be because you saw me beat you Now I know I can't win over judges because it all just depends Whether they like talent Or they like big teds I still got plenty of time to take this outside and I think that we should Cause I got you so scared pale you take all the sun that you could Now you not battlin some Internet jocky I'm tearin off my wounds from street hockey Can't stop me, got the whole board on top of me Feelin beats that I make with my body Meanwhile teddy is wearin a shirt that says "Hottie" I hope you understand, that I ain't even mad It's hard to get mad at those puppy dog eyes when they cry I know you said it was free, but thanks for admitting you lie Okay I think I'll give you some space I'll buy you a car so you can pick up the pace Until then, you got Tiger's mark on your face God Blessa! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest Prince Posted May 9, 2004 Report Share Posted May 9, 2004 Aight cool, this battles over before the others have even started eh. Private Message your votes to me, everyone! :peace: Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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