haha ok I can go another round here:

G-Dep - Special Delivery

lets see what you got for me

Cool. I'll get on it in a minute here..

Bah, I'm not gonna get to do this as I wanted. I'll have a verse up later, audio maybe tomorrow..

Audio Version of the Below verse (use your "tabs" to listen and read along)

If you say "Fuck Me" You need a gun untill happily ever after,
Cuz we hawk niggaz in groups, like a pack a Raptors//
I'm like a Church serman without da pastor,
All I got is gun and a bible, a picture comes with the "actors"

He cryin' and fussin' like he been dyin' for crutches,
Til I ap-ply pressure to the back side of his nugget.//
Neo's a Tom-Boy, but he frontin' like he a Jock,
You will be fucked, -if I put thumbs on your voice-box//

I'll tell you what what ah be funny,
If I do a drive-by on you and honey but use the mo-ped//
fuck up ya quality time, den go buy me a 40,
Honeslty lie to cops cuz I forgot I merked your shorty//

I was drunk-if I dumped-those-shells,..
So they gotta convience Me I did it, polygraph, then jail??//
Don't get it confused, cuz I ain't sayin' shit to the badge,
Which means, a crutial part of ya murder case-is-trash//

I'll take my pistol, and - shiner ya crown with the butte,
Kick and puch you like I'm trying to get the money for your lunch-

I don't give a fuck, you can violate and I won't say--shit,

But Send your soul to the moon a week later,
Stick a nigga with the blade like Baraka for green paper//
If you don't like how I'm killin' this nigga then you a hater
Neo, Predators greater, you got a girl but you paid her,
I'll have you takin' shots from the 40 cali with out the chaser//

Punish Neo, and send to the tree to get a switch,
beat his ass black and blue, you'll hear him screamin like a little bitch//
--And this is what you get when you provoke an aggressor,
I'm havin no problem with tracks like this I'm sim-pl-y stretchin'

Nigga, you out of your rage I can put you in danger as simple as snappin and then what ah happen my niggas damage ya
come in and tie up ya family what a calamity.

Wave that-pistol, psycologist call it passive aggressive,
a subtle persuasion to stop all them feelins that you catchin'//
If "X" marks the spot, I shoot 'em fuck prison,
I'll put a red dot on your head like it's part a your religion....

Raekwon feat. Ghostface - "Crimology"

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Bah...

Are we spose to still vote or does he still need to put his verse and big ups on the O.D.B. beat.

Well, technically this has become two matches. When he puts his verse up, we can do one vote since it's the same two emcees here.

Besides that, this thread's not getting much attention right now so, it might not be a bad idea to let the "Death Matches" go for another round or so. At least until things pick up again.

Where's that verse anyway Neo?

Btw too man, it wasn't meant as a "dis" to the beat you put up for me to use, I sometimes write to two or even three beats at once. Then, when the verse is done, I just choose the beat that the verse sounds better to in my mind and run with that. Sht, sometimes I don't use a beat at all. No disrespect though.

Cool gimme an extension Im gonna be able to submit an audio this time

If I can challenge someone.. I want to..

Yes, you may. You will be up next, permitting whoever you challenge excepts....

Long time no see btw d00d. Cool sig too.

ok.... I need a good recording software to download for free or for less than a dub cuz my money is low right now, them bills are big and my car note is not helpin please lemme know but still I never back down baby


my entry:

Im able to rap, without the need to apply proof
impact youth
cuz all on the track is in fact truth
embedded in merits
my ancestors perished for the strength I inherit
these thugs try but I dont get it I get em scared
they dont even verb I leave em herbed
Neo scars those who have disturbed you need more,
basicaly tell the world
Im out to render your tracks absurd
ignorance is a crime on knowledge G
youre guilty of this Im sure
my gift obscure in rhythm Im very pure
exposing you liars,
HIP HOPS MIKEY MOORE
COCK A FOUR
you listen and learn as an allure
my verse is the final word
I PLAY THE GURU
you my friend need to mature
pred AINT SHIT
yet you manage to speak your mind
you been peaked your prime
nowhere near ever reaching mine
Im laughin watching ya speech decline
with ya passive aggressive rhymes
Im out teachin the poor
impeachin officials leechin heiress whores
as payback for my bleached skin
for the RAPES my race endured
MOVING FORTH
watch as I lace the track, trace it back
have bystanders gasp as you place in last
FACE THE FACTS
everything you graced is whack
youre a waste of wax
whats it like to taste your ass?
cuz we all know where your head is lodged,
so what was that?
you could stretch till you break your back
I do this when I wake from naps
trace the seams of rap
this nigga only dreams of that
When I shine its click clack
you cant shine
your gleam's pitch black
cant run with the wolves
your teams a bitch pack
they flinch smacked
way before I reach back
seems that, I expose your weak act
the bleek fact is you reek fag kid
couldnt 'get a grip' if you was to pick-pockets
dont trip logic, your flow sucks duke switch faucets
you balance conceit by licking SHIT-socketts
MKOs ass kissing dick tosser, thepredator 1 5 1



oh and a mic plz... I got a cemra/mic combo thing that does neither functions well...

VOTING PERIOD BEGINS WITH THIS POST

vote for NEO...

As for my challenge...

I challenge 5animals!

I'm going to have to vote for Neo on this one. Pred you were pretty hot in both verses, but your second verse seemed to lack that killer instinct. Neo's second seemed to have hella passion and punch to me. I loved the scheme there man. I want to here some audio soon. I didn't take the preds audio into account, cause I don't see that as fair at this point. It did sound tight though.



I'll be right here bro....just let me know when.

I'll see if I can find something more general the way of a recording software. As I've mentioned though, the program I use is the standard "sound recorder" that comes with most peoples pcs'.
The mic I use is a pretty standard Logitech desktop microphone. Looking that up, I identified that there are ones of the same title that are less expensive. That one on the internet seems to be generally priced at 15-20$. With the "lesser" ones priced between 10-15$. I like Logitech stuff though. My Ps2 wireless remotes and my mouse are Logitech.

Anyway, the only "procedure" in all that since it's not a "traditional" recording situation, is you have to be able to convert the saved "wav file" to an "mp3 file". Which requires a simple download(if you don't have it already), from the official Microsoft website(or whatever). I went on there a while ago and added that "plugin", to my Windows Media Player.

I think I'll make a small "tutorial" or something of the sort, and maybe put it in the first post for everyone to see//use if they so choose.

yea I know about the windows media recorder, but I dunno waht i did and fucked up cuz now my MS paint, calculator voice reocrder along with a bunch of components is missing from my menu...

I downloaded wavepad which kinda works I just cannot seem to be able to get it to funtion properly...

Whats going on Pred? Are D.E. and I gonna battle? I just want an official anouncement of some type. I am giving him the option of going first or second, so if there is a deadline I'd like to know. If he doesn't I.m. me back I will just throw down a verse. Also how many rounds do we go, if we do?

I'm sick of waiting, and I told D.E. that I would go first so I am just going to post my verse now. I hope that is O.K. I'm going to use the beat that Neo posted cause it fits the mood.*G-Dep - Special Delivery*

The Five is back without a scratch and ready to kill again
Got bored a hustlin chumps in the real so to M.K.O. my predatory vision ascends
Bound to spilt a mutha fucka named D to the E
For living slow, thinking slow, and wishing ta challenge me

My bars be iron hard and your are just a stained glass facade
Looking shiny and colorful, but shattering in the face of a true lyrical barrage

Bitch livin in chains and I’m takin the reins
This game stops here and now, you can’t challenge me and come out unscathed
Put you in a lyrical choke-hold like this was a Rampage fight
With the power of a rhythm gun and a lyrical a-bomb, I’ll leave your toy soldiers in flight

I’m the five fisted animalistic devastator of outside the know bitches
The hellacious, ingenious killer of hack mc’s and two faced fag snitches
I’m the innovator of violent prose and the guardian of these rap riches
I’ll go upside your head for even thinking to take me out in your most surreal visions

Leaving two bodies for every fool that step
So step away son don’t step to me
I’ll leave ya silent and sick like your throat got strep
I’ll merc your crew, your aunty uncle and that facade known as D.E.

Bludgeoning your ass with the blunt side of my mind
I don’t need to use the sharp edge cause your rhythmic armor be made of twine
You aint got the steel or sand to step to me shit
I’ll leave you looking old broke and ugly like a dried up drag queen on the sunset strip

But this aint no blockbuster, buster it belongs on Real T.V.
Stepped to the Five and ended up dead before the age of 18
Lil homie never saw it coming, thought he had the strap
Didn’t know I roll with the lyrical four/four and the rhythmic tiger trap

I’ll go Vietnam on your bitch ass
Drop napalm for fun and hide in the bushes waiting for that cash
You be dead for you even see my eyes
Never had a chance to respond with your broke ass lies

It’s O.K. son at least you died young
This way noone will know what a sister you would have become
Right now they can forgive you for your weak as shit
But at 21 you woulda been labeled as a southern fried baby back bitch

I pay my rhymes up front and you frontin on credit
This is a battle son, hell no we won’t except your debit
You shouldn’t a left home without your American express
Cause right now you looking broke and that shit makes the judges depressed
You gotta dress to impress if you expect success
Can’t come in here looking like Kurt Cobane or you’ll regret the judments

Enough of this simple talk lemme spit something that splif bitches can’t inhale
I talk two tones a hood but I got the mental stake that impales
I leave suckers like you wishing for jail
Cause round here it’s safer that way, only way you living is if I hit ya asshole and elbow while you trying to bail

We drop clips of this shit in fucks that don’t know the strip
And they don’t come back around talking bout walking with a limp
This shit is over the second the heat hits,
And all in the streets they be singing, ahh yo, they finally killed that lil bitch

Cause nature don’t celebrate weakness and mankind don’t either
You can think about that shit when you lying there breathing through a mask, and listening to a heart monitor

Talkin bout American Exprees whats in your wallet bitch,
If you need somthing to fill it up I'll hand you two cents,
Make the jump, Hurdle the fence, No offense,
But how am I supposed to battle someone who has to be taught common sense,

If you had micanical robot arms you couldn't reach me,
Even with the extention your still coming up weak,
Buried below the creek try to stay in sync,
Give up now, You've already been beat, Last week,

Can't you feel the chemical burns,
An animallstic killer who never learns,
Giving up when its your turn,
You could even fake an ejaculation if somone handed you a cup full of sperm,

Don't drink that shit, It is strictly for a bitch,
Better yet, I'm sorry I interupted you, continue to suck that dick,
Make me sick, Make this quick,
Make you wonder why, you wanna die, see how much you've been split,

Enter the sandman, and make you stupified,
Get down with the sickness and let the free bird fly,
Feel my urge of a Violence Fetish,
Stop the conflict and show you the Meaning of life,

I suppose its time I stop the devour,
Seeing as it is your final hour,
I'm the one who made the worlds collide,
With all that said... Bye
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I would like to thank Disturbed, Lynard Skynard, Metallica and Powerman 5000

Everything is good with me if a match is conducted in my absence. I tried to make the rules and stuff so that if I wasn't here, there isn't much left to question. I really don't need to be here besides to announce the beginning and end of a match, change the title of the thread and give dps.

I've been a bit busy d00ds. My daughter started crawling about a week ago so, I'll be here, but right on the floor with her alot. heh...so cute lol


Good job Neo, I wasn't dodging your win man....and you should feel good about yourself cuz it ain't gonna happen again. heheheh.. I'll challenge next time.

You could even fake an ejaculation if somone handed you a cup full of sperm,....

I can't let that go for some reason...it's just contiually funny everytime I read it. lol

I vote DE.

Content wise between you two puts me on the fence, So I had to look at the best punch-lines and that one got me. lol
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EDIT: You know what? I want another Round from you guys...

Can I get my wish?

Yes you may. Just tell 5animals since he would have to go now.

I'll put a verse up A.S.A.P.

Whasup manchild
What you thought the last verse a kill me
You thought your cursed the Five like you brought it wild
Like you twisted the shank and left me to bleed

Listen here ma lil duke-a-hazard outlaw got some news for ya
You don't need to quote Freedbird cause we already know you keepin it real in your sweet home Alabama
Your daddy called and said the trailer was on fire
Better piss that shit out before his meth lab expires

Dude shoulda stuck to making sigs
Cause in this game a punk like you'll get filled with more verbal lead than Bigs
Better pack some lyrical heat insteada bittin metal gurus
I aint surprised your scheme is so simple with that radio edit shit you listen to
Hell the last seven lines weren't even written by you
Your whole life story like the spinger show, cept noones watchin you

Don't mistake my words, I meant what you heard
You calling me fake is like Jordan gettin styled on by bird
Like Mathew Mconoughey getting cock blocked by Carot Top
Like a six nine Impalla with 14 inch rims, and a one inch drop
Just a straight work of fiction and ignorant slander
Kentucky fried fools like you be doing nothing but finger licking in the slammer

Man this cat is far gone he can't even be called ubsurd
He aint even hard enough to be from the burbs
I bet the worst five years of his life were during fifth grade
Thinks a record label is on the cover where you print the bands name
His momma only got two teeth and she sold em both for toothpaste
Thinks Nas is something you put in your ride before a race
I might not go down in history but I'll go down on your ho
Least I would if she wasn't a midget with buck teeth and an armpit fro

Stop diggin for treasure jack
Cause you just diggin your own grave
I've already lived a thousand brutal tragedies
And you aint even had to shave
I'll carve my name in your fucking forhead so the welfare office knows who to thank
Your like a urinal mint, so I'll I piss on ya corpse to decrease the stink

No particular phrase, your just fucked up,
I bet I knock your teeth out and see if you get up,
Take it reversal and cross the line,
Independent verses that are sublime,
I see it sudistic, make my words artistic,
There was lessons in sig making I must have missed it,
But if you took em' things still come out lookin like shit,
5animals has five reasons why he is my bitch,

One, take the low blows,
Throw in the headbutt cause I've fractured your elbows,

Two, Throw out respect,
Its like I'm beating a child, with a broken neck,

Three, You lyric has no reason,
I'm tired of listening to a lyrical treson,

Four, You have no rythme,
And thats the answer for why the bitches be killin him,

And Five, I stolen you pride,
On the side of the street waiting for a ride,
Falling deeper into depression when you get passed by,
Slit you wriste, Who was the bitch who died,

And why, can't remember the name,
Some fool jumps in and thinks he can play my game,
Runs back out with a heart full of shame,
And in the end only one person to blame,

You, What the fuck you gonna do,
Sittin there with no one to talk to,
Needing someone but the question is who,
You couldn't get respect from a rejcect that has no remembrance of the injected artificial mind that could keep the rythme of simple lyrics, Cowardly noob,
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Thats mine... Damn, I'll prolly lose with my lack of convidence but. 5animals did damn good.

Nice battle bro. I like your style. It is real smooth and easy to follow.

Thanx man. I like your style too. Its like... I dunno, But you are good.