Last Man Standing: Rnd 1 - Battle 7: Illa [vs] -Orion-

checkity check.....

checkin in

yo u ready son.....

and if u dont get da wordplay dont vote homies....

check-it....yo yo


chump...imma punish this bitch whose name looks like a 'film production'
imma eat him away like pac-man and his whole verse is just  'word consumption'
cus i twist this punk round my mic.....like forks-with-spaghetti
and imma leave him slippin off cold flows(floors) like he a god-damn-yetti
hell yeah i got him stingin more than emergency plane exits (splash)
even if he was an american express card'.... his rhymes couldnt 'cheque-dis
so rep dis... i leave mc breathless....eat all ov em up....1 by 1 fo breakfast
and ya got wack rushed 'indian' flows....ya just teletext to me....spittin 'fast'-text*
and imma leave him howlin like a werewolf...but i smacked him like a pup
with his regular punches that hav been played out mo then da phase whats-sup?
but yo im tricky dawg....da '?question sign?'  in rap.......
cus i be spittin riddles that leave u no-clues...leavin no room fo-fools....
who cant rap....and come to dis site basic-ly....chosin to-lose
so focus....
but dont watch me in my text...cus 'eye to eye' my thoughts is enuff to kill u
cus i 'screw u screws' like a screwdriver...
suck u in like air!...u jus breathin space like if ILLA was a scuba-diver
and damn homie! i heard da only sets of nines u hold are a set ov golf-clubs
and u got a none-hearing flow..ya words move but ya text got-dubbed
and dis punks just food to me...il cut him up fo bbq meat thats prime fo da hood
and why is he trippin?!?...he knew we were tight i always called him 'blood'??!
wow....da illsta leaves tongues touchin da floor like fuckin slides in public-parks
and when ive 'beat' u once imma 'beat' u twice...cus in this game i be packin like 2-hearts
but yo u just aint-ready...with flows so-heavy....arnie couldnt lift them without legs-unsteady (lmao)
yeah u shakin like alcoholics with-out liquer....and crack heads with out-crack
but i still drill ya.....and pursue to-attack
draggin' u around my lines like this whole 'lot ov words' is a fuckin dirt-track
but in the end i took ya name and roundhoused it off planet earth!!
to back were it belongs..so officially orion merked...he got dissed...tossed and turffed

*sum indian religions have to fast (not eat food)

peace.....

drop son!

how u work that 1 out when i didnt spit late....

punk

What the hell.. here ya go, in for the proper deadline, just so Illa don't complain as I can kinda see his point (even tho I didn't actually prepare anythin', I guess I could have).

Enjoy, especially the carnage to close, which was spontaneous.

Votes, please

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Sucka it�s a sin that you a favourite to win
You hussle petty cash while I�m bringin� the Gs in
Why you wheezin�, can�t smoke chronic like you used to?
You freezin� up Illa, you past it, you gon� lose too!

You're sacrificin' yo' reputation by runnin' up in this battle
I'll whip the icin' off yo' cake an' slaughter yo' crew like cattle
My rhymes rattle like a gat, an� it�s acid I spit
So don�t put up a fight, sit back and revel in it
Yo' rhymes're full-a filler an' you ain't �ILLA� than shit
I'm the daddy of rap, an' you the killer of it

You may be champ like Lennox Lewis but I'm psycho like Mike Tyson
You can pack punch like Balrog but I'm still boss like Byson
I'm enticin' an' you whack like Vanilla Ice
I only shoot once but my raps�ll kill ya twice
Ain�t no bullet-proof vest that can sustain this test
My conquest is blessed / bringin� pain an� leavin bloody mess

No more, no less.

{Carnage...}

I'm a one man army bustin' into yo' section, flexin' Mack 10s without no protection
Thugs get ripped up, an' pimps get popped an' then they drop holdin' they cock for dear life
I bring strife to yo' life in the form of a flick knife
Gashin' yo' tyres an' startin' fires no strings or wires attached
All tricks dispatched -- 'cuz you my target
This one battle's between me an' you, FUCK THA REST OF THA MARKET!
I spark it, smash through yo' tinted windows an' grab you by the scruff of yo' neck
An' flash the Tech / Bitch this war ain't 'bout respect
You can't connect, yo' punches flailin' like toilet tissue
Quit cryin' an' wailin', ain't no one really gon' miss you

Can you FEEL THA HEAT son, sweatin' round yo' collar?
Yo' crew ain't here to help you dawg there ain't no need to holla
Motherfucker I don't take bribes so put that dollar back in the wallet
Pussyin' out? Yeah, I think that's what they call it
The blade's inchin' closer now, TIME FO' YO' LAST WORDS
There's only one end to this battle, so FUCK WHAT YA HEARD
Now feel the blade pierce and sever - you gon' remember this forever
Blood gushin' from yo' throat an' there's more gore than ever before
You try to escape dawg but this is a bloody supernova
Fuck you'd need more luck than a four-leaf clover
Illa it's too late, you're out dawg, it's over�

Reali good spit  from both of ya...

Orion really impressed how you tackled the battle and had some real good ideas in the way you set it out,

Illa nothing to complain about on dis one, i reali enjoyed reading it to say the least...

Dis 1 was close which suprised me, but for enjoyment wise is how i will tell dis apart it will hav to be...

Vote:Illa

But orion b proud of dat spit, dats ya best so far i reckon i jus enjoyed reading illa's a bit more...

peace

ok...

flow: orion
wordplay:illa
multis: orion
punches: illa
most like: orion

vote: orion

peace ~1~

big fan of wordplay in battles, and i liked orions more dan illa's, but illa i can see y u got that many wins, and next to no loses... genius from both of ya

vote goes to orion

OK

illa took this one with a more hard hitting complex flowing verse!

Good Battle People!

uppin...

and perfecto dont even think about it dawg