Original Thread - Avalon vs Mind Theory
Inducted into Legends on April 26, 2003.
vsQuote:
Originally Posted by Avalonyou still battlin? no wonder text is hated,
underdogs get crushed too, like pups in collapsed basements...
you're frustrated, maybe cause my rhyme scheme is flawless,
sayin like 86 times doesn't make ya verse chocked full of multis...
'aint got many secrets.. I've put several men in their coffins
but after I murder Mind he'll be the only skeleton in my closet'...
I'm on a murderin rampage, you gettin rattled in fights,
I'm killin the feline species so no cat'll survive...
despite all these words, you're nobody, don't start kid,
you're a household name, congrads! but everyone has garbage...
Damn, you lost, I won't lie, you suck and need to brighten up,
I smoked this bitch with uppercuts, just to leave him high as fuck...
It’s barely competitive how ur repetitive... time to fall
Ur lines are shopping centers.. if u’ve seen one u’ve seen a mall..
this bitch is next for the kiss of death, start cuddlin,
the only time you'll ever beat me, is if my computer started stu... stu... stu... stud... stu... s..s s..s..s stu... stud... *ERROR*... *ERROR*...
Um... one second...
*REBOOTS*
STUDDERIN..!
Ok... that's better...
I thought about this win and my ambition started to fade,
when I heard ya audio and decided you were best for micro'wav's...
So who dared you to step to, the cream that's up in here?
..I'll be pulling more strings than a team of puppeteers...
We were seperated at birth, and the threats in this thread
But when I departed, FUCK!!! you lost your competetive edge...
You paid the price of fame... and it's costing you fam
no one cares your a bitch... just take this loss like a man...
Mind's thrilled by my stats... and the fact that I rip compositions
Theory arm wrestled my dick... well he said he wanted stiff competition...
vets rapidly cease... instilled wit the will to crunch spines clearly
...makin my verses are the ONLY time I'm feelin Punch lines featuring MIND THEORY..!
PM'd you verses for battles... but first they went right where?!
bet 100-1 odds... 99% of them are in your verse... RIGHT THERE..!
*points down at Mind Theory's verse...* Well you'll see my lines soon enough...
Winner - Mind TheoryQuote:
Originally Posted by Mind Theoryyo yo yo uh-yi-yi-yo *coughhh* *wheeezzze* *clears throat* yo yo yo yo uh yi-yi-yo chicka chicka . . . *tosses mic back and forth between hands* yo yo *runs to bathroom and throws up from nervousness* aight here we go . . . yo yo You got no um . . . You got no *looks out to a crowd of blank faces* *chokes* yo yo um . . . *chokes again* fuck it . . . *walks out as a tear slowly runs down face* . . .
. . . *remembers Avalon PMed him a verse! and runs to go get it* . . . *walks back in room feeling confident* yo yo yo uh yi-yi-yo yo chicka chicka yo yo *drops the bomb* yo yo You got no, You got no . . .
"Turn up the beat"
*nods head*
*gets in Avalons face and starts spitting*
. . .
You got no Common Sense. I offered food for thought, but you're fasting/
Hip-hop . . . I Used To Love H.E.R. . . . . before you started rapping//
At least when I defeat you, your fear of loss will be gone/
Beat you from all sides, and turn your square ass into Dr. Octagon//
You claiming that you're sick? Well, this verse is a GET WELL letter/
My bars will ring ya head, and leave ya heated . . . like Bell Peppers//
Ima crash your lines like the market, so you shouldn't invest in stocks/
Fuck spittin, I'll throw you your own verse . . . then you'll really catch a loss//
My skillz makes you so nervous, you consider biting like termites/
Now your flows backwards cause all the pressure done made you right your verse twice/
Av was begging for Mind in his crew and PM'ing me every day/
I told him, "Get off my dick." . . . but he wanted to learn the hard way//
You wanna bring ruckus like Rawkus but you're pointless like Islamic wars/
Av's so dumb, he posted a text verse, and called it Sound-Bombing 4//
You're fucking with an ace, now you're dropping your hand to swap cards/
Bigheaded Av is thinking he famous . . . while I drop bars that rock-stars//
The pressure I bring in battles will limit your options like blackmail/
I'll ground your ass like coffee beans, cause in battles vote-wise I Max-well//
Your bars are all the same, I'll de-crown you and sit back in my throne/
I read your verse and coulda swore your lines were Attack of the Clones//
Av's gonna get KO'ed quick, must have been drunk to come diss the king
He put his number of votes on his finger . . . now he wants me to kiss the ring//
In battles I'm quick to takeover ya grounds like FBI house raids/
This battles an E-Z-Bake Oven, cause me roasting your rhymes is childs play//
You're trying to get in the rat race, but your wackness won't let you run far/
Fake thug . . . ass ramming my bars is the only way that you cum hard//
I'm tempted to smack you the fuck out, but was raised not to hit a bitch//
I'm constipated reading your rhymes . . . because I just don't give a shit//
I'm quick to web this cat and make him enter-nets like he's site-based/
Av's a newbie who I won't give the light of day like I'm night shade//
. . . *looks ^^ up and realizes that he has no life for typing all that bullshit before his verse and walks out feeling like an idiot as the crowd boo's him*
