Disqualification Archive: The Rap Daemon vs DjFlame

Vs. Djflame (Round 2) *** Draft Bars
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Just to get it straight, I'm not doing an essay list of expos here. If there's something historical or a personal that you don't get for some reason, just research the site or Google it, because it's all there, and the expos are unecessary. I will bracket some stuff at the ends of lines, but it'll be small and only used when needed. It's a long verse, and I'm not expo-ing every bar because that'd be ridiculous. Also, there's a lot of double-meanings and things relating to the focal diss, so please make sure you understand every line and the punch it has. * Indicate you may need to get reference a certain page on the site to understand where the punch truly came from. Also, maybe go back to the bracket expos after reading/rapping the verses, as to not hurt the flow unecessarily. I put a lot into this, so I wanna make sure you get as much out of it as I put in (or at least tried to)...

VERSE 1:

Think you're hot flaming me with your wild suggestions?//
All the while I'm guessing, you're the child in question// (Age)
You don't want another loss, that'll make your mother cross//
Take another mic test before you try to mess with// (*OM)
Just quit the flaming, you know you can't carry heat//
Stop acting like the "man" to beat when you're a crappy teen//
Saying you have to beat me and it wasn't fair I bashed you weak//
Bitch you're not strong enough to come attacking me//
After that K.O., I'm supplying murder punches// (*Last battle)
So I'll be killing you and not just hurting dumb kids//
The only time you have bars is when you have a sweet//
It'll be months and years before you can rap a treat// (wrap a treat)
Come back in November once you know the rule// (*Call-Out)
You should learn from your elders until you grow some pubes//
No holds barred? Well grab your hairless dick//
And realise that everything here is as fare (fair) as it!//
You're just a careless kid, giving me some tasty food//
I mean your 'bars' I eat for breakfast just to take me through//
The 'blazing heat' of the days and weeks when greatness sweats//
From my veins wasting energy ending faker kids//
I really hope that this isn't too much to hand//
And that I won't have you crying to your mum and dad//
But this detailed intro's for you to understand//
What's gonna happen to you now I go FUCKING MAD!!!//

VERSE 2 (MORE AGGRESSIVE IN TONE):

This kid is stuck in the past, well that's a fucking blast!//
I'll break your raps like a tornado how the fuck is that?// (*Tornado in NC - 1984)
That's the only true memory you'll have from '84// (*Open-Mic)
'Coz I've been hot and destructive before 'the flame was born'//
And you're just a fuckboy hater right? 'Straight' elementary// (*His posts)
And the way you hate me is evidence to me, you claim me//
As the gay G, when you're the fuckboy gay crook//
Choosing No Holds Barred to give you reasons to spy my Facebook//
Secretly a wannabe, you wanting me as the closet b//
But you're the one who fucks boys, so you've gotta be//
Kidding me when you try to twist that shit at me// (*Topical Suggestions heat)
When it was my friend posing, but YOU made that written seen// (scene)
But drop the 'act', you ain't getting a W//
Unless by W you mean willies from the toons//
Two straight wins for me, I'm heading in the 'right' direction//
While you heading to the Ls with your frightful record//
You must be desperate for some action or to clear the 'losses'//
Playing 'games' with me, even though you fear the 'bosses'//
And what you're parents gonna say when you lose it all//
Ironically, Djflame will lose his cool//
Still playing these games bitch? Now I see the flames kid//
They turn me to plain crisps as soon as you rage quit!//
You going totally bezerk over your miniscule fault//
But this is a rap site, not physical assault!//
Your angry fists the only time you'll make a decent punch//
But I hope that ain't the reason for your recent 'hunch'//
How many kid jokes I have to say for you to see the crunch?//
You ain't fit for the G's you haven't seen enough//
You just think it's violence, combined with rhyming//
You're not L.A. you belong in a lyrical asylum//
You utter call outs like tourettes you just remain a kid--
Who thinks he has the right to right a wrong with a wrong and get away with it//
Your mistake was messing with me--
I'm not your bedroom you can't just get in me and throw shit around in a fit, and leave me iffy//
He's 16 but his 'file says he's 15, OH FUCK!//
More evidence to prove that he just won't grow up!//
But age aside you have no balls under your cock boo//
Or more like pussy the way you pussied out at Von Doom// (*VD beef)
That's even worse than a loss too, your frikkin' fault//
Only applying skill with a pinch of 'salt'//
So don't moan and groan that you're 'bout to get 'grounded'//
This ain't a day out with the town kids your down with the 'hounds' bitch//
And I'm 'barking' orders, for you to leave//
Because your immature shit is bad news to me//
And when 'headlines' hit me, I go so hard//
So imagine what it's like when no holds barred// And
If you're pissed with this kid shit go grow up a bit mate//
And come back for Mo-vember, wait that's a piss take//.

DJ gets an N