GMT Semi-Finals Round 1 IceyPimp vs El Nino

[Terrell Fantastic]

Y'all Know tha rules:
Rounds 2
Max 15 bars
Min 10
I don't give a ******** bout who goes first just don't take too long to respond  

[IceyPimp15]

nino it's on u man...  

[El Nino Eduardo]

Beat: Hip Hop beat
Composers: DJ Barbosa, El Niño

Feud fuels him the energy that embraces his choices
Either I don't a ******** or it's just listening to these bitches voices
Contant on my conscience seperating science beyond belief
Whether to show this Ice Cube wannabe something brief
Around a fine neighborhood but everything is good grief
Back to the basics but I'll face it, breaking this man in 8 places
Dispite of what the case is, I'm still leaving the court taking my 10 paces
Without a glace to look back in your faces
I ain't a pimp, but I will bust a cap in a pimp though like a pimple
Having the case of sugar daddy, pure and simple
I'm not very much into S&M, but I know what to do with those SBM
It's goes from Drea, to DC, pass Kayhia, till I make it all through Asia
And I don't care if I'm on thin ice, I wanna break through something major
All up in your ear like parentage giving you a whole different flavor
Chewing on my d**k like you need a new stick of bubble gum
You're the one suppose to be Icey but I'm the one melting in some
Creating a whole league of little soldiers you can't handle them
Till police storm the scene chalk line your body outline in the street
I'm on the curb laughin so blunted I'll let 'em see the blunts
That Crip battle was so hoax I could sense it
But this round you ain't leaving victorious because I condense it
I'm so cold hearted my ***** you better watch the frostbite
Before I leave those eyes of yours shut from a cross sight
With half of your right cheek eaten
Believe it or not I don't need to remain hard or stiff
You need mousse to satisfy your women, viagra gives you symptoms
Check who you pimpin' because outta me you get sent to sitcoms
Everyone's getting a laughter outta you, I'm a conniver & con
Even this battle might be rigged, killing s**t out of proportions
So you better come out big at me
None of those Fat Boys are gonna bust a beat for you without a dish of meat
You better stick to those hoes or something
Because pimps are straight p***y whipped, WITHOUT p***y you is no MONEY  

[Terrell Fantastic]

Dis ***** Right here

Betta come strong ***** it's 2 rounds of dis

 

[IceyPimp15]

el nino eduardo, sorry lil leprechaun but ur out of luck
commercial *****, on some Flava Of Love stuff, slut ur time is up
I rhyme for such oppurtunities 2 show much superiority
But I battle real dudes, bitches like u should join a sorrority
Or form a clique that's supportin me cause right now ur just a troop
A leftover recruit, whose blind so he usually miss when he shoot <******** Chicken noodle soup I got a choppa in the coupe
Try me if u wanna and I'll show ur a** the proof
***** I'm truth! I wanna hear a ***** run his mouth
I'ma let the choppa rain and all them niggaz gon clear out
That's real talk, no lyin involved...
When faced wit my lyrical heat ur sugary sweet lines dissolve
I refuse 2 fall, I choose 2 run the HHH like an empty hall
Denzel here's ur oscar but I'm a problem ur actin can't solve
U barely made it pass southside how u gon show ur face?
U wanna b i but U don't see that I'm uppercase
This a race 2 the finish, u sprinted in the beginnin' I've learned 2 pace
He's the average rapper, he just chose the mexican template
I was so dissapointed by ur recent verses, but i found out the reason
El nino is dominate every 2-7 years, this must be ur off season  

[El Nino Eduardo]

Beat: Hip Hop beat 2
Composer: El Niño, DJ Sonic


Don't think for a second that you gonna gain publicity
Because talk is cheap, and receiving death it's free
Iceypimp? Man, he's just Mr. Softee, he can't deal with heat
Thinking he can pack pistols, but why do I see a retreat
So how does it feel to be discourage, bleeding, and 2x nervous
Dealing with a former recruit, I don't need your armed service
When the team don't even know when to take the Safety off
I can't roam with freshmens, I'm now Twenty,
No number with Teen, but you're still soft
You might had came tough, but put a little more muscle
Ain't no poodle in the coupe gon' do anything, remove that muzzle
I can run my mouth, because I run these tracks
I could run your hood, because I ram your packs
Ask your family, I ran through the entire Tree with my pants slack
Gaining the only guaps, noway now you can Top pass that
I've read better lines better than any veteran
Chain letter in, send this PM'ed or it's for failure bin
There must've been a typo, Uppercases are for newblets
I'm not putting much effort into this because I knew best
Never to put hurt in an adolescent's heart because I can stoop less
To swell a *****'s lip more bigger than he can actually do after liquor
You tussle, but I can catch a mark at a point to end any quarrel quicker
I wasn't raised with my father to box, but I picked up gloves in the street
Slap-box the s**t out your face like this is your sport for basketball
I'm a well-balanced competitor, you better filled with hope or your a** will fall
Better yet, I laugh at y'all, past tense at you all
Shipping your bodies across shipments in a ******** Uhaul
You're s**t but a janitor, you're suppose work through empty halls
I work for the dirty work, so everyday I'm cleaning my filthy paws
Everything is a game for you, but nothing else pause
I like seeing how a black man loves his chicken
Till I have a Mexican decendant come and run you for your food
Literally eat your food in a scuffle
Wouldn't hesitate to snuff you again with swollen bruised knuckles
A strict Rican for ya, representing product of Goya
I don't care how I'm calling myself out for ya
I'm not afraid of niggas from Atlanta, Georgia
I'll send you into the infamous Atlantic
Fantastic hispanic negro from Puerto Rico
I'm also half spaniard and that's all you need to know
I'll rep your flag and desecrate it intentionally
Because you ain't hard rocking it from a house window
Definitely taking synonym lines like leprechaun with luck
Young buck, you chamaco(kid), you just a copy cat
Only trying to fit in the empty spaces that you cannot stack
I blew out the Southside, that's why I rep the North East
Why else would I show my face, I'm above you at least
Straight eminence built with outstanding excellence
Attributes that will obilterate your lyrics to a whole new sense
It's like I lost my whole sense of touch & smell
Because I ain't feeling any of your s**t
You better get back to the drawing board, Johnny boy
Either Georgia don't like your noise, or it plainly don't play your noise
And it's the cold season, I'm never laid off I stay employed
Just to stay hot, I don't need to go into hibernation, you have had to
The grounds are too slippery, but I never lose a step
That the rhymes are so sick they've cought a common cold except
When I spit the mic chokes, and with that they need to accept
That the lines come out straight common sense
But yours are incongruent they always intercept
I'm like a new drug that hasn't been manifested
You lucky I'm your ******** Heimlich when you come to chokin'
Doing a maneuver that screws up your intellectual motion
I think swift like a rabbit
Bust shells like a turtle bandit
When you think of me you're thinking of a new phobia
Hit you more faster like a scientist came up with a new formula
I ain't a gangsta, but I cannot let a man put fear in my heart
How can someone be tough talking off in a song from the start?
Guess no one knew they were pussies all along from that part
Not even a Ghostwriter can help you be the hardest
You couldn't sniff 'tween the lines to feel how marvelous
The affects are, that's why you under everyone in how the chart is
You small fry, I'll digest you
With linguistic terminology to shut your vocals to suggest you
War is an option on the ground you just crossed upon, may God bless you
For I have blades of words to do procedures on your chest
Pistols are for the weak, that's why I might cause you cardiopulmonary arrest
Such childish metaphors that you speak to me to address
So be like a dog and lick the 's**t off the a**' to ingest
Or you trying to play with two balls with interest
Sucking on something of mine that's more than 6 inches
You bark and I'll give you two whips from the buckle
Give you something to have juggled
Maybe two hacksaws and a muzzle
Whether this s**t's a game, you're bluffing your name
Got hoes shooting shells in the spot of your brain
That could be hex on your life expansion
And it wouldn't even take five fingers to your face, dawg
I got a sawed-off shotgun that could dust your shoulder's off
Like bad stories, this ends out to a story horror flick
I scared kids like you back when there was "Goosebumps" novels, this is a Stephen King pick
You better hold your piss bag or you might s**t in it
I see you found your death, look at what ya ********' got into
The THC ups your high to get ya split in two
Have you curled up in a ball like ******** sissies do
Once again it's The Boy, I attack s**t strategically
Moment of truth, and that always seems to have been the key
Through trapped doors, I always unlock s**t down repeatedly
Let them diss me first, and tactically respond back immediately
In the compartmentalization of essential war - don't start no war
I've done scared them off, there are no more
Like I've left your spirits eternally broken inside
Because the desire of 50 million people wished you die
To concoct crutial damage onto your tissue characteristic
Unnotice my flow can hit walls to bring brawls so supercalifragilistic
And there's no brick wall you can run behind to obtain resistant
Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
This little pig, so fat, and so plumped and juicy
But there's something fishy going on around here, no wonder I smell p***y.

OWNED!!! rofl  

[IceyPimp15]

El Nino Eduardo

Beat: Hip Hop beat 2
Composer: El Niño, DJ Sonic


Don't think for a second that you gonna gain publicity
Because talk is cheap, and receiving death it's free
Iceypimp? Man, he's just Mr. Softee, he can't deal with heat
Thinking he can pack pistols, but why do I see a retreat
So how does it feel to be discourage, bleeding, and 2x nervous
Dealing with a former recruit, I don't need your armed service
When the team don't even know when to take the Safety off
I can't roam with freshmens, I'm now Twenty,
No number with Teen, but you're still soft
You might had came tough, but put a little more muscle
Ain't no poodle in the coupe gon' do anything, remove that muzzle
I can run my mouth, because I run these tracks
I could run your hood, because I ram your packs
Ask your family, I ran through the entire Tree with my pants slack
Gaining the only guaps, noway now you can Top pass that
I've read better lines better than any veteran
Chain letter in, send this PM'ed or it's for failure bin
There must've been a typo, Uppercases are for newblets
I'm not putting much effort into this because I knew best
Never to put hurt in an adolescent's heart because I can stoop less
To swell a *****'s lip more bigger than he can actually do after liquor
You tussle, but I can catch a mark at a point to end any quarrel quicker
I wasn't raised with my father to box, but I picked up gloves in the street
Slap-box the s**t out your face like this is your sport for basketball
I'm a well-balanced competitor, you better filled with hope or your a** will fall
Better yet, I laugh at y'all, past tense at you all
Shipping your bodies across shipments in a ******** Uhaul
You're s**t but a janitor, you're suppose work through empty halls
I work for the dirty work, so everyday I'm cleaning my filthy paws
Everything is a game for you, but nothing else pause
I like seeing how a black man loves his chicken
Till I have a Mexican decendant come and run you for your food
Literally eat your food in a scuffle
Wouldn't hesitate to snuff you again with swollen bruised knuckles
A strict Rican for ya, representing product of Goya
I don't care how I'm calling myself out for ya
I'm not afraid of niggas from Atlanta, Georgia
I'll send you into the infamous Atlantic
Fantastic hispanic negro from Puerto Rico
I'm also half spaniard and that's all you need to know
I'll rep your flag and desecrate it intentionally
Because you ain't hard rocking it from a house window
Definitely taking synonym lines like leprechaun with luck
Young buck, you chamaco(kid), you just a copy cat
Only trying to fit in the empty spaces that you cannot stack
I blew out the Southside, that's why I rep the North East
Why else would I show my face, I'm above you at least
Straight eminence built with outstanding excellence
Attributes that will obilterate your lyrics to a whole new sense
It's like I lost my whole sense of touch & smell
Because I ain't feeling any of your s**t
You better get back to the drawing board, Johnny boy
Either Georgia don't like your noise, or it plainly don't play your noise
And it's the cold season, I'm never laid off I stay employed
Just to stay hot, I don't need to go into hibernation, you have had to
The grounds are too slippery, but I never lose a step
That the rhymes are so sick they've cought a common cold except
When I spit the mic chokes, and with that they need to accept
That the lines come out straight common sense
But yours are incongruent they always intercept
I'm like a new drug that hasn't been manifested
You lucky I'm your ******** Heimlich when you come to chokin'
Doing a maneuver that screws up your intellectual motion
I think swift like a rabbit
Bust shells like a turtle bandit
When you think of me you're thinking of a new phobia
Hit you more faster like a scientist came up with a new formula
I ain't a gangsta, but I cannot let a man put fear in my heart
How can someone be tough talking off in a song from the start?
Guess no one knew they were pussies all along from that part
Not even a Ghostwriter can help you be the hardest
You couldn't sniff 'tween the lines to feel how marvelous
The affects are, that's why you under everyone in how the chart is
You small fry, I'll digest you
With linguistic terminology to shut your vocals to suggest you
War is an option on the ground you just crossed upon, may God bless you
For I have blades of words to do procedures on your chest
Pistols are for the weak, that's why I might cause you cardiopulmonary arrest
Such childish metaphors that you speak to me to address
So be like a dog and lick the 's**t off the a**' to ingest
Or you trying to play with two balls with interest
Sucking on something of mine that's more than 6 inches
You bark and I'll give you two whips from the buckle
Give you something to have juggled
Maybe two hacksaws and a muzzle
Whether this s**t's a game, you're bluffing your name
Got hoes shooting shells in the spot of your brain
That could be hex on your life expansion
And it wouldn't even take five fingers to your face, dawg
I got a sawed-off shotgun that could dust your shoulder's off
Like bad stories, this ends out to a story horror flick
I scared kids like you back when there was "Goosebumps" novels, this is a Stephen King pick
You better hold your piss bag or you might s**t in it
I see you found your death, look at what ya ********' got into
The THC ups your high to get ya split in two
Have you curled up in a ball like ******** sissies do
Once again it's The Boy, I attack s**t strategically
Moment of truth, and that always seems to have been the key
Through trapped doors, I always unlock s**t down repeatedly
Let them diss me first, and tactically respond back immediately
In the compartmentalization of essential war - don't start no war
I've done scared them off, there are no more
Like I've left your spirits eternally broken inside
Because the desire of 50 million people wished you die
To concoct crutial damage onto your tissue characteristic
Unnotice my flow can hit walls to bring brawls so supercalifragilistic
And there's no brick wall you can run behind to obtain resistant
Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
This little pig, so fat, and so plumped and juicy
But there's something fishy going on around here, no wonder I smell p***y.

OWNED!!! rofl

How many bars iz that? I wonder...this ***** nino wanna make a novel.  

[CripNiccaFoLyfe]

lmao damn this aint 300 bars and runnin  

[IceyPimp15]

CripNiccaFoLyfe

lmao damn this aint 300 bars and runnin

especially considerin a 15 bar limit. I wonder if there's a penalty 4 breakin a rule... stare doubt it. Nino I gotchu 2morro when I get outta school.  

[CripNiccaFoLyfe]

IceyPimp14

CripNiccaFoLyfe

lmao damn this aint 300 bars and runnin

especially considerin a 15 bar limit. I wonder if there's a penalty 4 breakin a rule... stare doubt it. Nino I gotchu 2morro when I get outta school.

damn would be a disqualifaction sweatdrop  

[El Nino Eduardo]

Yo, what's really good with this tourny? Am I disqualified or not dammit? stare  

[IceyPimp15]

El Nino Eduardo

Yo, what's really good with this tourny? Am I disqualified or not dammit? stare

iono...strife ain't told us nothin'  

[Graphitty-King]

El Nino Eduardo

Beat: Hip Hop beat 2
Composer: El Niño, DJ Sonic


Don't think for a second that you gonna gain publicity
Because talk is cheap, and receiving death it's free
Iceypimp? Man, he's just Mr. Softee, he can't deal with heat
Thinking he can pack pistols, but why do I see a retreat
So how does it feel to be discourage, bleeding, and 2x nervous
Dealing with a former recruit, I don't need your armed service
When the team don't even know when to take the Safety off
I can't roam with freshmens, I'm now Twenty,
No number with Teen, but you're still soft
You might had came tough, but put a little more muscle
Ain't no poodle in the coupe gon' do anything, remove that muzzle
I can run my mouth, because I run these tracks
I could run your hood, because I ram your packs
Ask your family, I ran through the entire Tree with my pants slack
Gaining the only guaps, noway now you can Top pass that
I've read better lines better than any veteran
Chain letter in, send this PM'ed or it's for failure bin
There must've been a typo, Uppercases are for newblets
I'm not putting much effort into this because I knew best
Never to put hurt in an adolescent's heart because I can stoop less
To swell a *****'s lip more bigger than he can actually do after liquor
You tussle, but I can catch a mark at a point to end any quarrel quicker
I wasn't raised with my father to box, but I picked up gloves in the street
Slap-box the s**t out your face like this is your sport for basketball
I'm a well-balanced competitor, you better filled with hope or your a** will fall
Better yet, I laugh at y'all, past tense at you all
Shipping your bodies across shipments in a ******** Uhaul
You're s**t but a janitor, you're suppose work through empty halls
I work for the dirty work, so everyday I'm cleaning my filthy paws
Everything is a game for you, but nothing else pause
I like seeing how a black man loves his chicken
Till I have a Mexican decendant come and run you for your food
Literally eat your food in a scuffle
Wouldn't hesitate to snuff you again with swollen bruised knuckles
A strict Rican for ya, representing product of Goya
I don't care how I'm calling myself out for ya
I'm not afraid of niggas from Atlanta, Georgia
I'll send you into the infamous Atlantic
Fantastic hispanic negro from Puerto Rico
I'm also half spaniard and that's all you need to know
I'll rep your flag and desecrate it intentionally
Because you ain't hard rocking it from a house window
Definitely taking synonym lines like leprechaun with luck
Young buck, you chamaco(kid), you just a copy cat
Only trying to fit in the empty spaces that you cannot stack
I blew out the Southside, that's why I rep the North East
Why else would I show my face, I'm above you at least
Straight eminence built with outstanding excellence
Attributes that will obilterate your lyrics to a whole new sense
It's like I lost my whole sense of touch & smell
Because I ain't feeling any of your s**t
You better get back to the drawing board, Johnny boy
Either Georgia don't like your noise, or it plainly don't play your noise
And it's the cold season, I'm never laid off I stay employed
Just to stay hot, I don't need to go into hibernation, you have had to
The grounds are too slippery, but I never lose a step
That the rhymes are so sick they've cought a common cold except
When I spit the mic chokes, and with that they need to accept
That the lines come out straight common sense
But yours are incongruent they always intercept
I'm like a new drug that hasn't been manifested
You lucky I'm your ******** Heimlich when you come to chokin'
Doing a maneuver that screws up your intellectual motion
I think swift like a rabbit
Bust shells like a turtle bandit
When you think of me you're thinking of a new phobia
Hit you more faster like a scientist came up with a new formula
I ain't a gangsta, but I cannot let a man put fear in my heart
How can someone be tough talking off in a song from the start?
Guess no one knew they were pussies all along from that part
Not even a Ghostwriter can help you be the hardest
You couldn't sniff 'tween the lines to feel how marvelous
The affects are, that's why you under everyone in how the chart is
You small fry, I'll digest you
With linguistic terminology to shut your vocals to suggest you
War is an option on the ground you just crossed upon, may God bless you
For I have blades of words to do procedures on your chest
Pistols are for the weak, that's why I might cause you cardiopulmonary arrest
Such childish metaphors that you speak to me to address
So be like a dog and lick the 's**t off the a**' to ingest
Or you trying to play with two balls with interest
Sucking on something of mine that's more than 6 inches
You bark and I'll give you two whips from the buckle
Give you something to have juggled
Maybe two hacksaws and a muzzle
Whether this s**t's a game, you're bluffing your name
Got hoes shooting shells in the spot of your brain
That could be hex on your life expansion
And it wouldn't even take five fingers to your face, dawg
I got a sawed-off shotgun that could dust your shoulder's off
Like bad stories, this ends out to a story horror flick
I scared kids like you back when there was "Goosebumps" novels, this is a Stephen King pick
You better hold your piss bag or you might s**t in it
I see you found your death, look at what ya ********' got into
The THC ups your high to get ya split in two
Have you curled up in a ball like ******** sissies do
Once again it's The Boy, I attack s**t strategically
Moment of truth, and that always seems to have been the key
Through trapped doors, I always unlock s**t down repeatedly
Let them diss me first, and tactically respond back immediately
In the compartmentalization of essential war - don't start no war
I've done scared them off, there are no more
Like I've left your spirits eternally broken inside
Because the desire of 50 million people wished you die
To concoct crutial damage onto your tissue characteristic
Unnotice my flow can hit walls to bring brawls so supercalifragilistic
And there's no brick wall you can run behind to obtain resistant
Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
This little pig, so fat, and so plumped and juicy
But there's something fishy going on around here, no wonder I smell p***y.

OWNED!!! rofl

WTF? U need to shorten this s**t man.......being too long takes away credibility cuz it gets boring  

[Graphitty-King]

El Nino Eduardo

Beat: Hip Hop beat
Composers: DJ Barbosa, El Niño

Feud fuels him the energy that embraces his choices
Either I don't a ******** or it's just listening to these bitches voices
Contant on my conscience seperating science beyond belief
Whether to show this Ice Cube wannabe something brief
Around a fine neighborhood but everything is good grief
Back to the basics but I'll face it, breaking this man in 8 places
Dispite of what the case is, I'm still leaving the court taking my 10 paces
Without a glace to look back in your faces
I ain't a pimp, but I will bust a cap in a pimp though like a pimple
Having the case of sugar daddy, pure and simple
I'm not very much into S&M, but I know what to do with those SBM
It's goes from Drea, to DC, pass Kayhia, till I make it all through Asia
And I don't care if I'm on thin ice, I wanna break through something major
All up in your ear like parentage giving you a whole different flavor
Chewing on my d**k like you need a new stick of bubble gum
You're the one suppose to be Icey but I'm the one melting in some
Creating a whole league of little soldiers you can't handle them
Till police storm the scene chalk line your body outline in the street
I'm on the curb laughin so blunted I'll let 'em see the blunts
That Crip battle was so hoax I could sense it
But this round you ain't leaving victorious because I condense it
I'm so cold hearted my ***** you better watch the frostbite
Before I leave those eyes of yours shut from a cross sight
With half of your right cheek eaten
Believe it or not I don't need to remain hard or stiff
You need mousse to satisfy your women, viagra gives you symptoms
Check who you pimpin' because outta me you get sent to sitcoms
Everyone's getting a laughter outta you, I'm a conniver & con
Even this battle might be rigged, killing s**t out of proportions
So you better come out big at me
None of those Fat Boys are gonna bust a beat for you without a dish of meat
You better stick to those hoes or something
Because pimps are straight p***y whipped, WITHOUT p***y you is no MONEY

hmmm...I have no idea what to say. I never really understood dis nigg's way of rapping but um....as far as my knowledge goes....this was aiight. For a diss I didn't sense much hard hitting word played punches. Still good I guess..  

[Graphitty-King]

IceyPimp14

el nino eduardo, sorry lil leprechaun but ur out of luck
commercial *****, on some Flava Of Love stuff, slut ur time is up
I rhyme for such oppurtunities 2 show much superiority
But I battle real dudes, bitches like u should join a sorrority
Or form a clique that's supportin me cause right now ur just a troop
A leftover recruit, whose blind so he usually miss when he shoot <******** Chicken noodle soup I got a choppa in the coupe
Try me if u wanna and I'll show ur a** the proof
***** I'm truth! I wanna hear a ***** run his mouth
I'ma let the choppa rain and all them niggaz gon clear out
That's real talk, no lyin involved...
When faced wit my lyrical heat ur sugary sweet lines dissolve
I refuse 2 fall, I choose 2 run the HHH like an empty hall
Denzel here's ur oscar but I'm a problem ur actin can't solve
U barely made it pass southside how u gon show ur face?
U wanna b i but U don't see that I'm uppercase
This a race 2 the finish, u sprinted in the beginnin' I've learned 2 pace
He's the average rapper, he just chose the mexican template
I was so dissapointed by ur recent verses, but i found out the reason
El nino is dominate every 2-7 years, this must be ur off season

That's real talk, no lyin involved...//
When faced wit my lyrical heat ur sugary sweet lines dissolve//
But anywayz, yeah. A little average also, not enough great lines. Still even between the two raps...