W9 LW Belt: Byrdie vs. ((Mr.DS))

[Plot]

6-10 bars due on Monday,
deadline for check-ins in Friday.
Please show, match & vote.

[Byrdie]

check
8 bars?

[Byrdie]

Mr.Ds throwing punchlines hoping the sunshines, the rain aint through
I've perfected killing letters like smashing on alphabet soup
I'm the scott peterson of text b, kill- my -own just to abort a net-cee
An in front of the mirror B is the only time u can flex B
Ya being the best naw see thats like ya chest no more bragn if ya sagn
Its like i'm a racist bitch the way ya whole damn life is crash'n
How you eat a ho-ho rapn you pop more buttons or culture
Deal with lions like a poacher feed ya remains to the vultures
I'm bored heres a filler...........................................i 'll just stop yo
Get crushed if I bust like I dropped globe sized anvils on ya block yo
I splatter thugs til they glisten miss and still obliterate rosters
Splatter ya brains like ya stomach contents pasta on ya dockers

I only dropped six....cuz nine times out of ten.....u'll no show
I edited becuz i accidently put my name where his name should have been

[Mr. DS]

Sorry It Took So Long To Check In...
I Dont No Show LoL..
Computer Jus Trippin...But...

Tha Boss Is At Work....


Knockin Bustas On Dey Ass, Kuzz Ma Spits Is Pure
Theres No Cure, So Yall Want Me To Heat Tempa-Sure
You Temptin, Sure, Now You Listed For Last
Kuz, Tha Only Belt You Touch Is When Its Hittin Ya Ass
I Keep Killin Emcees, Ima Hot Kinda Star
Yall Kno Tweety, Yea, Byrds Were Meant Behind Bars
Ima Shit By Far, Like A Bird In Tha Sky
Ima Murder This Guy Leave Em Hurt When He Fly
Your A Solo Assassin, So Ima Verbal Attack Em
Quit Rappin, Lemme Turn Ya Open Mic Into Ashes
Im Lashin, For Cash, And Laughin. You Heard Poppin?
Ma Hobby Is Byrd Huntin, No Time For Byrd Watchin
Time For Byrd Clockin, Now He Gettin His Paper
Clock Dis Nigga, Leave Em Dead, Killin Tha Flava
Nah, Im Killin Em Lata, Wit Nothin But Raps
Turn Dis Byrd To A Style And Stitch Em On A Cap

[sycknin thaught]

Mr.Ds throwing punchlines hoping the sunshines, the rain aint through
I've perfected killing letters like smashing on alphabet soup
uhmm ive seen a similar concept like this before, ok
I'm the scott peterson of text b, kill- my -own just to abort a net-cee
An in front of the mirror B is the only time u can flex B
nah
Ya being the best naw see thats like ya chest no more bragn if ya sagn
Its like i'm a racist bitch the way ya whole damn life is crash'n
uhmm nah
How you eat a ho-ho rapn you pop more buttons or culture
Deal with lions like a poacher feed ya remains to the vultures
ehh
I'm bored heres a filler...........................................i 'll just stop yo
Get crushed if I bust like I dropped globe sized anvils on ya block yo
no
I splatter thugs til they glisten miss and still obliterate rosters
Splatter ya brains like ya stomach contents pasta on ya dockers
lol ok

vs

Knockin Bustas On Dey Ass, Kuzz Ma Spits Is Pure
Theres No Cure, So Yall Want Me To Heat Tempa-Sure
nah
You Temptin, Sure, Now You Listed For Last
Kuz, Tha Only Belt You Touch Is When Its Hittin Ya Ass
no
I Keep Killin Emcees, Ima Hot Kinda Star
Yall Kno Tweety, Yea, Byrds Were Meant Behind Bars
ok
Ima Shit By Far, Like A Bird In Tha Sky
Ima Murder This Guy Leave Em Hurt When He Fly
nah
Your A Solo Assassin, So Ima Verbal Attack Em
Quit Rappin, Lemme Turn Ya Open Mic Into Ashes
ehhhh
Im Lashin, For Cash, And Laughin. You Heard Poppin?
Ma Hobby Is Byrd Huntin, No Time For Byrd Watchin
ehhh these concepts are borin
Time For Byrd Clockin, Now He Gettin His Paper
Clock Dis Nigga, Leave Em Dead, Killin Tha Flava
ehhh
Nah, Im Killin Em Lata, Wit Nothin But Raps
Turn Dis Byrd To A Style And Stitch Em On A Cap
nope

oa byrdie by not much, this is by far the weakest belt battle ive seen, i vote byrd for the fact that he had 1 xtra line i liked so thats my vote

[Byrdie]

1-0 me

[Ruck]

Mr.Ds throwing punchlines hoping the sunshines, the rain aint through
I've perfected killing letters like smashing on alphabet soup
doesnt rhyme to me
I'm the scott peterson of text b, kill- my -own just to abort a net-cee
An in front of the mirror B is the only time u can flex B
ehh
Ya being the best naw see thats like ya chest no more bragn if ya sagn
Its like i'm a racist bitch the way ya whole damn life is crash'n
what?
How you eat a ho-ho rapn you pop more buttons or culture
Deal with lions like a poacher feed ya remains to the vultures
decent
I'm bored heres a filler...........................................i 'll just stop yo
Get crushed if I bust like I dropped globe sized anvils on ya block yo
no
I splatter thugs til they glisten miss and still obliterate rosters
Splatter ya brains like ya stomach contents pasta on ya dockers
eh

vs

Knockin Bustas On Dey Ass, Kuzz Ma Spits Is Pure
Theres No Cure, So Yall Want Me To Heat Tempa-Sure
no
You Temptin, Sure, Now You Listed For Last
Kuz, Tha Only Belt You Touch Is When Its Hittin Ya Ass
eh decent
I Keep Killin Emcees, Ima Hot Kinda Star
Yall Kno Tweety, Yea, Byrds Were Meant Behind Bars
decent
Ima Shit By Far, Like A Bird In Tha Sky
Ima Murder This Guy Leave Em Hurt When He Fly
nope
Your A Solo Assassin, So Ima Verbal Attack Em
Quit Rappin, Lemme Turn Ya Open Mic Into Ashes
nope
Im Lashin, For Cash, And Laughin. You Heard Poppin?
Ma Hobby Is Byrd Huntin, No Time For Byrd Watchin
nope
Time For Byrd Clockin, Now He Gettin His Paper
Clock Dis Nigga, Leave Em Dead, Killin Tha Flava
ehhh no
Nah, Im Killin Em Lata, Wit Nothin But Raps
Turn Dis Byrd To A Style And Stitch Em On A Cap
alright

v- byrd. less wack.

please return favour on my topical

[Byrdie]

Ya being the best naw see thats like ya chest no more bragn if ya sagn
Its like i'm a racist bitch the way ya whole damn life is crash'n

tha second line is about the movie crash.....it was about different races

2-0 me
will return the favor

[Mc Free]

How you eat a ho-ho rapn you pop more buttons or culture
Deal with lions like a poacher feed ya remains to the vultures
I splatter thugs til they glisten miss and still obliterate rosters
Splatter ya brains like ya stomach contents pasta on ya dockers

vs.

You Temptin, Sure, Now You Listed For Last
Kuz, Tha Only Belt You Touch Is When Its Hittin Ya Ass
I Keep Killin Emcees, Ima Hot Kinda Star
Yall Kno Tweety, Yea, Byrds Were Meant Behind Bars
Nah, Im Killin Em Lata, Wit Nothin But Raps
Turn Dis Byrd To A Style And Stitch Em On A Cap

vote - close but Ds takes it with more lines that were ok.. pretty weak battle tho i was disapointed both have come better so step it up.. and bryd work on your rhyming doing the whole stop yo block yo makes you look stupid textwise...should have just taken out the yo


both need to step it up and get more creative


stay up

[Byrdie]

2-1 byrdies way

[Beyond]

Byrdie

Mr.Ds throwing punchlines hoping the sunshines, the rain aint through
I've perfected killing letters like smashing on alphabet soup
This is a played opener, self hypish as well.
I'm the scott peterson of text b, kill- my -own just to abort a net-cee
An in front of the mirror B is the only time u can flex B
This is ok, stop using B to rhyme like that.
Ya being the best naw see thats like ya chest no more bragn if ya sagn
Its like i'm a racist bitch the way ya whole damn life is crash'n
This is ok I guess, I haven't seen the movie Crash.
How you eat a ho-ho rapn you pop more buttons or culture
Deal with lions like a poacher feed ya remains to the vultures
This is decent.
I'm bored heres a filler...........................................i 'll just stop yo
Get crushed if I bust like I dropped globe sized anvils on ya block yo
That yo rhyming ish was eh, the punch was ok, pretty generic.
I splatter thugs til they glisten miss and still obliterate rosters
Splatter ya brains like ya stomach contents pasta on ya dockers
This is an ok closer.

Overall: You didn't really have much played material, but none of your punches were above average. Your rhyme scheme wasn't very good at times and your punches were more generic than they should be.


Mr. DS

Knockin Bustas On Dey Ass, Kuzz Ma Spits Is Pure
Theres No Cure, So Yall Want Me To Heat Tempa-Sure
Cool nameplay opener. Kind of forced, but tolerable.
You Temptin, Sure, Now You Listed For Last
Kuz, Tha Only Belt You Touch Is When Its Hittin Ya Ass
This is played, seen used in a lot of title matches.
I Keep Killin Emcees, Ima Hot Kinda Star
Yall Kno Tweety, Yea, Byrds Were Meant Behind Bars
This is a cool nameplay.
Ima Shit By Far, Like A Bird In Tha Sky
Ima Murder This Guy Leave Em Hurt When He Fly
This is weak and fillerish.
Your A Solo Assassin, So Ima Verbal Attack Em
Quit Rappin, Lemme Turn Ya Open Mic Into Ashes
This is even more fillerish.
Im Lashin, For Cash, And Laughin. You Heard Poppin?
Ma Hobby Is Byrd Huntin, No Time For Byrd Watchin
I'm not sure if you meant it the way I perceived it, but it's cool.
Time For Byrd Clockin, Now He Gettin His Paper
Clock Dis Nigga, Leave Em Dead, Killin Tha Flava
This is played, used/seen the clock/Flava Flave comparison before.
Nah, Im Killin Em Lata, Wit Nothin But Raps
Turn Dis Byrd To A Style And Stitch Em On A Cap
This is a decent closer.

Overall: You definitely had a few some what standoutish lines, but you also had a lot of filler and played punches. Your consistency lacked here and it was pretty much hit and miss with your punches.


Rationale: This is a pretty close battle. I feel that Byrdie came more consistent, but with nothing that really grabbed my attention. DS on the other hand, came inconsistent, but with some actual stantoutish punches. In the end, I don't feel that either did enough to win the battle.

Vote: Tie

[Byrdie]

3-2 me

[7th Crescent]

this was a very close battle in my opinion..both came with some decent ish but both had some holes in their armor..the problem i have what with straight up text battles is that it is extremely hard to find lines that havent been used..so i will not tell u that the lines where played..i will tell you that ya'll both should step up your game..for text battles...

Byrd you came with some decent lines..but rhyme scheme could be a alot better in my opinion..but since this text i dont really worry about that because I take accents and ability into consideration..just cuz the line doesnt work the way im saying doesnt mean you cant spit the way you intended it..i felt your verse was somewhat creative..u could work on that..


DS your verse flow was tight i could hear this in audio and it would come out straight..but this is not audio..you need more content to make your punches hit home a little better than they did.

overall both need to work on complexity..this was a hard battle to choose..buit in the end i got to go with Byrd..he had a little better punches...just take the time to put in the work and maybe extend the verses....

Vote= Byrd

[Byrdie]

4-2 me

[Pembroke]

Byrdie

Mr.Ds throwing punchlines hoping the sunshines, the rain aint through
I've perfected killing letters like smashing on alphabet soup

Decent effort, no hit.

I'm the scott peterson of text b, kill- my -own just to abort a net-cee
An in front of the mirror B is the only time u can flex B

Eh.

Ya being the best naw see thats like ya chest no more bragn if ya sagn
Its like i'm a racist bitch the way ya whole damn life is crash'n

Not working.

How you eat a ho-ho rapn you pop more buttons or culture
Deal with lions like a poacher feed ya remains to the vultures

Bad set-up.

I'm bored heres a filler...........................................i 'll just stop yo
Get crushed if I bust like I dropped globe sized anvils on ya block yo

K.

I splatter thugs til they glisten miss and still obliterate rosters
Splatter ya brains like ya stomach contents pasta on ya dockers

Cool image, but no impact.

Mr. DS

Knockin Bustas On Dey Ass, Kuzz Ma Spits Is Pure
Theres No Cure, So Yall Want Me To Heat Tempa-Sure

Not bad.

You Temptin, Sure, Now You Listed For Last
Kuz, Tha Only Belt You Touch Is When Its Hittin Ya Ass

Played.

I Keep Killin Emcees, Ima Hot Kinda Star
Yall Kno Tweety, Yea, Byrds Were Meant Behind Bars

This came off as weak to me.

Ima Shit By Far, Like A Bird In Tha Sky
Ima Murder This Guy Leave Em Hurt When He Fly

Kind of funny.

Your A Solo Assassin, So Ima Verbal Attack Em
Quit Rappin, Lemme Turn Ya Open Mic Into Ashes

K

Im Lashin, For Cash, And Laughin. You Heard Poppin?
Ma Hobby Is Byrd Huntin, No Time For Byrd Watchin

It's okay.

Time For Byrd Clockin, Now He Gettin His Paper
Clock Dis Nigga, Leave Em Dead, Killin Tha Flava

Eh.

Nah, Im Killin Em Lata, Wit Nothin But Raps
Turn Dis Byrd To A Style And Stitch Em On A Cap

Soft.

v/ Mr. DS

I felt that he did more with his ideas and had a flexible rhythm. Both lacked direction and efficiency with wording and punchlines.. the nameplay attempts were weak. Keep battling, guys, you're getting better.

Stay up.