Text Battle Archive: -Orion- vs IceC **100 BARS OF FIRE (rd 2)

Lol, anotha keystyle...here we go

In the beginnin....

Bitch got lucky that I accidently wiped my verse
But I guess voters can call that a pre-writers curse
So how do I reimburse, murder while im writin it first
Interupt the funeral just to fuckin snipe at the hurse
Describin ya demise n see Orion lyin dyin in a ditch
See his mothers crying askin why I had to kill this bitch
Its evident, top of the ranks but not a shread of evidence
That he moved to relevance from a dickrydin residence
Bringing death to the rest of these pests till no-ones left
Top of the rankings but Orion knows he aint the best
So does he mean King Jehu? Thats less than likely
In reality the only one close to Perfect is IceC
So how do u think this battle will go? Rattle ya prose
Type in small casin to see which way ya capital goes
I type the truth, 100bars of fire - I'd hate to edit
Actin like bank managers so Ima come take ya credit
And give you my record but never my skills
Coz I mean how could I possibly sever and kill
with this veterans quill, I'll better him still
Hold so much shit I think you need a pelicans bill
Son the Renegades are the twin towers of rap
Built up ya reputation but witness the power collapse
Keystyle for this child who was once the centre of trade
But all this backstabbing aint hom ya meant to behave
Got me to enter the warfare like Bush and the draft...
But wit all that bullshit you should have ma back
I guess not, now you worried I mite be leavin the site (lol)
Guess what bitch, Im out as soon as Im beatin ya right
Which is never in a sense coz uno how the notion goes
Wrote Heart Attack only for morons to quote ya prose
And why you crying to me, I aint even trying to see
Wah ya text is coz every second ya lying to me
And there aint nothin I hate more than a snake
But it doesnt matter coz Im bout to readdress ya fate
I'll crush u, the site, and then laugh at its patrons
Coz you bout to be 5, 2 - 3 like soccer formations
Mite think its a pre-write coz Ima stop at a hundred
But so wah, ya plundered and logic is blundered
Coz I got the ability to challenge anyone lyrically
Could be in hospital and wudnt have anyone visit me
No get well soon cards coz they hate my mastery
I dont give a shit about voters, you aint surpassin me
No talent faggot - no u love wins but its really hopeless
Bitchin be like "mite as well put it to seas of voters
Since scotty worked so hard", see the tear in my eye?
Rip out ya heart so ya chest is where fear can reside
And let it eat away at ya torso, the cavity crumbles
Ok, you reached ya peak now watch the clarity tumble
No longer relevant, son you even a factor
This aint the academy awards but Im beatin this actor
And all through my lyrics is where the evidence lies
Only won Raw Tactics because I never applied
So we know he's a coward, I pay my dues
Coz he wanted no flips, tryna make me one too
And that'll never happen, he aint achievin that
Lets jus sed im superior and just leave at that
So dude can PM me whenever he needs a rap
Disciple bitch follows me, used to have Jesus back
Then he turned his back and renounced the bible
The path took him to LA to get trounced by rivals
But survive still, and have a record thats a crownin glory
Kept his past buried behind hopin no-one found the story
His Genesis doesnt include tales of adam and eve
No, jus backstabbed his rival...left adam to bleed
But Adam received the backing of a higher power
And was blessed with a flow of thirty miles an hour
So as Orion cruised through the fable, dude was able
To single-handedly rip his Renegades production label
But Orion isnt realisin that this is the end of his days
Otherwise, I surmise, he wud really spend in a way
That wud give his defences he cud put in the way
To keep so-called gluttons at bay that strut in a way
That their words are felt throughout the valleys of strife
While Orion riding me so bad he shud be marrying Ice
But back to the tale, u can guess Orion will never prevail
Demean with an Al-Qaedia flow meanin my terror assails
A modern day martyr in the book of Orion
Adam arrises from the side n theres no way ya survivin
No way ya revivin, thats jus the way it was written
Crafted in a way that in dismay this bitch is smitten
With a lyricism thats deeper than any cataclysm
Callin me out, trust, that was ya last decision
Thought you could somehow possibly limit the scars
Coz how the fuck can you match me in unlimited bars?
Only in length son coz u dont got the weight or clout
You'll win thru votes of hate no doubt, contemplate this bout
Coz I've destroyed you like Osama did the USS Cole
Destroyed you like Bush has to America's soul
You rap like ya America's own, discredit ya show
Now you see I drop 100 you'll have to edit and hone
Ya terrible blows and possible change the emphasis
Coz theres no way me and u r parenthesis
Tremendous wit means that me and u r opposite
Im droppin wit and theres no way ya stoppin it
Ya jottin it down but you'll never be hot in this town
Droppin this clown like it was ethical policy
Ya jus anotha ArgoNAUT at the end of an odessey
Coz as ya book turns over and finally closes to finish
Even your faggot ass will fukin know ya diminished

...BoOm...

*1 Owen Hart was a wrestler, and he fell from the top of the arena makin' an entrance and died, Owen is Ice's name
*2 Hotspur, Tottenham Hotspur... football team who've recently appointed Martin Jol as replacement manager for the manager who just left
*3 Mission Green is a huge Windmill

Now I'm back it's on, motherfuckeeerz...

It's a fine evening, facin' Orion, what does this Heathen think
Off the top, crushin' spirit from ya bars, an' I don't even drink
See ya shrink an' shrivel an' quiver wit' fear
When I drop the sacred scripts you feel Deliverance near
Sibilance sears, splittin' scars in ya skin
This faggot acts indifferent, but he's harpin' for wins
Startin' to whinge an' bitch you'll never even singe my clique
You wouldn't have flames round ya assets if ya had a ginger dick
Just face facts, I blaze raps, ya never gon' slay me son
Ya weakness never diss-Crete an' you ain't even Medditeranean (hahaha...)
Ahead of ya game, beyond your highest capacity
This bitch-made, bitter little overhyped guy is a travesty
Act a fuckin' ignorant child, so watch me beat an' smack him
I'm constantly givin' ya props 'cuz pity keeps me laughin'
You fuckin' clown, it's a joke the way you think you know ya shit
So the Chink smacked the shit outta ya processed raps, get the fuck over it
You achin' an' raped, I'm beratin' ya state
Beatin' you outta Convenience an' I ain't celebratin' the date (7/11)
This fucker's fooled, thinks he's dope 'cuz I deceived him
I'd cuss your crew, but you might start cryin' again an' try to leave it
Look at Ice perceivin' repetitive lines as real rap
But ya bars flow ain't risin' unless they came out a beer tap (risin'/yeast/beer)
Anyone can sit an' add filler to pre-written punches, that's fool's play
Ya scripts' full of vernacular terms an' I ain't talkin' about school breaks (WHOO!)
Dude's raged that he hasn't beat me
Come on an' out all the same shit like Parrot faeces
Ryder this, mod that, an' nothin' that I ain't heard before
Try to diss, fall flat, I fuckin' annilate herbs wit' force
Attackin' too fast, leavin' ya keys slaughtered clown
We know anythin' Ice touches immediately becomes watered down
You oughtta frown at yaself kid, you suck at text
Only time kids chantin' "Watson" is when they dunno what you fuckin' said!

WHAT SON?! Hahaha... Now focus...

faggot, SPEAK AN' DIE, i'm spittin'-to-the-trash that i've BEATEN TWICE, leave ya writtens-lookin'-rash when i bring the HEAT TO ICE!/ (hot/cold makes you rash) try-all-you-like, but i'm DISSIN' YA UNSTOPPABLY, defiled-an'-spiked, i'm out-of-control, CRIPPLIN' YA PROPHECY, when Ice about-to-unload he says "ill shit" but it's MISSIN' AN APOSTROPHE!!!

Why even bother tryin' to even write somethin' down son;
When ya own initials spell out the battles fuckin' outcome? (O-W)
To son ya, I get round ya home an' take out a whole set
Put ya pops to the ground an' I ain't talkin' 'bout a rose bed (poppies)
But it ain't about the moment, an' you know it too
'Bout to kill you off the top, 'cuz between us you'll be Owen-2 (0-2)*1
You fuckin' misfit, Orion pumpin' ya clique
Think you a real dawg jus' 'cuz the vets jumped on ya dick
All these faggots waitin' for my loss but it won't happen
Ya throat's strapped an' hands across ya chest like you the Pope rappin'
I left the most flattened and you're no exception
You only come as second best in Hot Spurs, like Jol's erection*2 (lol)
The fuck you tellin' stories for, this is a battle bitch
I've always got the best of Ice an' I ain't no bandit kid
Random in ya attackin' me, because you know you've lost
Biased votes? Fuck that Lawless battle that cats rode you on...

Dying for attention, IceC must've spent hours on his "key"
Fuck beef, I butter up this cat jus' to devour him quickly
Like veal on a plate, when I win you'll be screamin' it's hate
Bangin' hard at ya past Ls like dope-fiends bein' raped (...)
Me, Jehu, ILLA an' Hangin' beat the kid so he marred the voters
Jus' 'cuz this faggot can't distrait yet he's far from focused!!! (diss-straight)
You beat around the Bush kinda like the Kerry campaign
An' I don't need no wrestlin' obituaries to bury ya name
Leave you warier mayne, my punches tearin' ya frame
You scan over each-a ya bars more than security on American planes
This fake can never admit cats have skill to sever his spits
You lack the loyalty devotion or realness to ever be sick
I'm a Veteran in, disposal of self-glorifyin' bastards
Lacin' wit' razors an' chainin' ya face till ya torn an' lyin' smashed up
You fuckin' wack fuck, I won't acknowledge ya key
'Cuz you'll only win if the fuckin' haters can't be bothered to read

Kill this shit...

You're mundane an' so are ya beaten boys 'cuz
the only feedback you get is funny speaker noises
You an' ya crew must be rappin' enviromentalists
'Cuz I've seen hella of 'em recyclin' their better spits
An' you're no exception bitch, I saw the verse for Masked Reaper
Gotta call Animal Rights 'cuz I ain't never seen a cat weaker
You're a fake an' a fraud, my bare hands breakin' ya sword in combat
This faggot loves the rounds of applause but can't thwart the gun clap
'Cuz my verses blast an' pierce an' haemhorrage ya brain
Reincarnation of Peter Legate 'cuz we know you won't Everest again (ever rest)
Better tests for me will be the pity votes you get
Ice is scared-a beef but I'll still leave his tofu red (hahaha)
I'll break your neck like a rusty door
Each bar pickin' you apart like you a crusty pore
Never live to see the light of day again
You're a faggot without a prayer so don't even say a-men
Even my crew side you, but I could give a fuck bitch
Break it down to categories? I still win wordplay an' punches
This herb's sprayed his substance en masse an' it's still flat
Sonnin' ya still, could own Mission Green but still have run of the mill crap!*3
C is jus' a fraud, abort this an' cut ya loss then deny it
All ya keys are underhand an' I ain't talkin' about when you typin'!!! (under hand... THINK)
You ain't proved shit kid, all you do is self-gratify
Don't need biological tests to see that you don't matter guy
Slandered by each line, regret the day you trash-talked
Put so much in ya types, you left limp-wristed wit' a fag walk
You know I've beat you, son, no one can hit like me
Like ya idol, it's just business, no need to quit, IceC! (Ice Cube)
Bastard's floored, trash ya talk, you brash an' fraught
This win is undisputed, IceC is smashed wit' force
Last resort, think of anythin' you can to own me
You may as well call me a biter, considerin' the way I control C!!!!!

...It's Over...
Renegades

WHOA...

no really...whoa...

well, here goes

flow: IceC
punches: Orion
Personals: Orion
Multis: IceC
Wordplay: Orion
Structure: IceC
Opener: Orion
Closer: Orion

Overall: Orion

Definately props to both...GOD DAMN...this battle was sick...but orion....you KILLED IT.

icec- hot flow, kept the multies comin which made it easy to read, punches where pretty good coulda been harder, nice concepts throughout but overplayed the whole bush/al quaeda shit i thout, nice shit all round

orion -flow was ill, multies were nice as was wordplay, punches were decent i loved the ginger dick line, good concepts nice creativity

hard shit to call but i'ma vote for orion i think his had the edge on punches and as its a battle its punches that count.....plus thats the only way i can actually choose between the 2 verses lol. props to both of y'all on this shit