Battles Roane vs Sir-Real
RULES
BYOB Tournament IV: Round 1 - 90 seconds
Max of 64 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Ayo, it's surreal being back in BYOB after all this time.
- Feel like a knight at King Roane's round table with all the sirs keepin it real with rhymes.
- Woke up, and began to stir this pen until we reeled in lines
- But here, I'm feelin deja vu like, "Sir, the reel, did you rewind?"
- Aight, so as far as starts go that was a bit Rocky
- See my Creed is putting Tommy Gunns to cats that think they can stop me
- Pull a Drago on James Lang hiding the fact he gone cross me
- When the time stops, ding ding ding, Roane for real caught a body
- But in all honesty, the caskets ain't quite as big as they used to be
- No Mike Parker, no Funkatron, no Hyde, no Offtrack, just a bunch of highkey newbies
- I mean, we still got Saint and Hank holding it down for the vets that used to devour cats like a Chinese foodie
- But outside of that? Nobody in this competition can even THINK about causing a result that would find me losing.
- I spent 15 seconds looking up my opponent today.
- Found that I could win with bringing bars softer than clay
- I mean, he sounds like he bought a hand me down mic from Saint James
- It's ok though, I understand why your bank stays low
- You entered my art competition for String Theory, and then ghosted when Remo took home the payload.
- I mean, im sure you tried your best but your artwork is on the same level of your rapping, kinda lame tho
- I mean, im sure you tried to compete, but even 1729 could help your "flame flow"
- Now onto round two, Im gettin tired of battling third wheels
- Psycho matched me up with a nigga that breathes like he on his 33rd meal
- Ain't nobody getting Lucky, I Charm the Flaky cats to help me get this bird killed
- It's already dinner time, which means I've already eaten my cereal//Sir Real.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Yo.. its time to start the show, funded by a psycho
- don't know where he got the dough, but whatever - here we go
- on intro - its time to impose , for this rhyming limey to dispose
- of all those whiny flows, so i be toe tagging roane
- cleanly, like eeny - meany - miny - moe
- washed out like a photo - he's been over exposed
- i'ma puncture your soul, with untold pinholes
- blight like a torpedo, load and locked at your ego
- overblown it seem so, but i'm to shrewd to lose to you
- viewed two tunes and paused......... bored
- this should be underscored - please do not record
- pour water on your keyboard, abort all lines stored
- walk toward a sword, then cut your own vocal cord
- too easy to ignore ya, i caught ya then i floored ya
- dorks with disorders, applaud your cause for torture
- stop.. yeah you oughta, now watch em prop your slaughter
- Sir. just taught ya, a lyrical lesson to observe
- sesquipedalian, to you - that sound absurd
- i often confuse americans, by using long Words
- the lines were learned, then rhymes were heard
- emergency, your verses need corrective surgery
- you really hurting me, please thats just a fallacy
- an apt analogy would be, that you're a phallus ...see
- your string theory cover, clearly lacked originality
- ironically name your next EP, cause of it's struggle to sell three
- for real, your flops are mediocrity, in all honesty
- your mic was a nice price, but you never be a prodigy
- your monotony, filling up the forum- every day
- "yo it's another upload from roane"… erm…. yay
- no delay look away, and don't bother press play
- he's got nothing to say, your online - go have a fap
- yo go jack to tori black..after you Vote for this rap...