Saving Elliot Brown

Main Bracket Finals: AaronB V. Deron Trilliams

It all comes down to this…

AaronB


Congrats for making it this far I never thought you had it in you/
too bad I’ll have to blast your brains past your temple/
I can see the ****** in you, your body switch like Captain Ginyu/
Too bad for you I’m more of a dikc that Banjo’s *** has been through/
and this is just another battle for me to tackle and rush/
I’ll **** in your mouth and pull your Adam’s apple to flush/
Damn it you suck, compared to what I do with a pencil/
I don’t shoot for the stars, I launch f*kcing nuclear missiles/
Ruger utencil, how could you claim to be the truest?/
You’re lying half the Time like Jimmy, Stacy and Terry Lewis/
The alliteration of my syllables plays in analog and digital/
The 21st century Tom Sawyer and smooth criminal/
Deron Trilliams sounds weaker than a midget swallowing helium/
Horizontally cut your head and half into a hollow euclidean/
Circle, you’re a baby, that *** mad incubator soft/
How about you go join NAT and suck Madliberator off/


Deron Trilliams


God’s Son, I’m a Nas to this Asher Roth/
Played the villain, Decepticon to you Autobots/
Brought life to this section you’re more like Menopause/
You see Men and then you Pause, Aaron B I know your secret brah/
On the internet chasing a pretty round brown, looking round town/
E-dating? Pathetic, it’s been following you like a dark cloud/
If you didn’t know, Aaron B dated a man posing as a woman/
“Homo Thug Police” was the name and Aaron was his husband/
They had a couple kids in the south where Achilles f*kcs his cousins/
Elton John sailor suits, leopard skin army boots/
Cross-dresser Dennis Rodman, odd men doing photoshoots/
Your Atheist gimmick is worn out like Odd Future Wolf Gang/
Nothing but a queer thang, when another man’s biting on your g strang/
Shouldve been a Satanist if you wanted to ditch your morals/
My Technique’s Immortal, giving quarrels while Aaron’s giving oral/
I won’t waste another 16, ill let the story unfold for you/
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Alternate Brackets Finals!!!!: Chuck Taylor V. S.Mental

Let’s Go!

Chuck Taylor


Finally the long awaited, who knew the most underrated would’ve made it?/
This dudes about to be done with the lyrics I created, I ended all my opponents so easily nobody even debated/
After you get terminated your gonna know how defeat tasted, I been winning since the day I got activated/
I’m Y!A’s most anticipated, Your the last and final opponent I get eliminated/
My raps are as rare like the Mona Lisa painting, This right here is history in the making/
You tryin’ to even challenge me is degrading, I got no time for failing cuz success is what I’m craving/
Man all your giving me is a headache, this is like a chess game and I just called checkmate!/
These raps are deadly like Compton’s crime rate, Bout to be crowned number one and I can’t wait/
You guys say I’m cocky but I know how I’m sounding, the truth is I always do astounding/
Compare to all the wack rappers in my surrounding, 6 bars left and counting and I already see S.Mental frowning/
Fillmore just seen my raps and he was satisfied, Ever since then I knew I would win certified/
The taste of my lyrics stay long lasting like a pack of stride, Kind of like Big’s lyrics but modified/
All the 3 rap battles I killed was a prove of my ability, Why did you even show up do you really wanna lose your dignity?/
Should’ve known all I create is brilliancy, I dont even consider this a battle just a friendly activity/
All your lyrics are garbage, they should all get censored, Dont even try putting effort especially on a expert/
I left you in the middle of no where just like in a desert, Chuck Taylor beating S.Metal will always be remembered/

S. Mental


I’ve seen your verses, you shouldn’t have made it past the first round/
That’s when this shieet was friendly, so you know it’s gonna hurt now/
You’ll find yourself just burnt down, I’ve never heard a worse sound/
Than you trying to spit, while my verse strikes, your verse clowns/
It’s clear you’re a beginner, rhymes are sounding like the second grade/
While I’m in a poetic phase the heavens made, won’t end till graves/
You’re rhyming shieet like “joke” and “broke”, it’s clear you’re with the hopeless folk/
Your verse to battle me is gonna choke in smoke, I hope it’s dope/
You haven’t quit yet, I’m guessing that you’re seeking defeat/
If this was Nam’ then I’m Vietnamese, I creep in the trees/
You don’t have a leg to stand on, you’re weak in the feet/
You’re a dude RhymeSayer could have reaped in his dreams/
You said that you gave me a warning shot, I fired back/
By writing an admired track, take notes before you try to rap/
I leave my foes amazed, I leave the listeners just wanting more/
You came so close but failed, so bring your @ss back to the drawing board/

Semi-Finals Results

We had some great semi-finals! These are the users who will be moving on to the finals…

Alternate Bracket

Chuck Taylor (Def. eKwelity) V. S.Mental (Def. Rhymesayer)

Main Bracket

AaronB (Def. Achilles) V. Deron Trilliams (Def. l.e.b.)

Finalists: I need your verses by Wednesday afternoon (I’ll post them on Wednesday night same time as always). I’ll accept verse between 16-32 bars.

See you for the finals! 

AaronB V. Achilles

This is a main bracket battle and the last one before the finals. The winner of this battle faces the winner of the Deron Trilliams V. l.e.b. battle (neither Deron Trilliams nor l.e.b. are allowed to vote in this battle). 

AaronB


I could talk about your heel but I’m sure it’s been done/
Or how you flip moods more often than Norman and son/
But I’ll just spit battle rhymes and stick to the story/
Consider yourself a pu**y in the “pro” category/
It’s corny, how you’re RHH’s only recording artist/
When your rhymes are sub-par and your flow is garbage/
Wasting time making videos that nobody watches/
I could waste you without thinking, rhyming solely subconscious/
Oh my god, this dudes flow is so monotonous/
Obvious, you been fearing this conflict hoping you could top it/
But it’s the opposite, I’m the prophet, and to sum it up I’m brash/
If the shoe fits I’ll wear it and then I’ll shove it up your ***/
I’m like Joe Pesci rocking SB’s, De Niro in the 70’s/
Wearing a pair of Air Max 90’s, I could have your Mother f(Eff)ing me/
And it’s definitely, time for you to bow down fag/
I’ll f*kc around and put a dent in your cowbell swagg/

Achilles

Follow the Leader Aaron B, only time I ain’t comin after ya/

Jump straight to 88, don’t need a flux capacitor/

Dump the clutch, smash the gas, peel off, squeal the tires tough/

Your lass asked smash or pass, I rolled with the ladder/latter like fire trucks/

Told the higher ups I’ll light em up, burn slow, murkin these fag*its/

I’m the type to fight till I die, you turn coat like reversible jackets/

Hurtin vag, she will ache, only old school Mickey Mantle may do this/

Have her drink my milkshake like she’s Daniel Day-Lewis/

There Will Be Blood, opposite of a pregnancy scare/

His real records 0 and 2/O(2) so I shoulda never seen air/Aar/

Still don’t feel him when/wind he flows, he blows, suckin’s the worst story/

Hot air/Aar rises but you ain’t cold neither so you’re stuck in Purgatory/

Hos slurp ya boy, a genius, feel me or get dropped first/

Named Aaron/Erin at birth cus the Doc said “It might be a pen*s, but really I’m not sure”/

This c*ck served college boy, wanna be MC with Sperrys on his feet/

Can’t stack up to this Underground King so they’ll never bury Aaron B a G/

Deron Trilliams V. l.e.b.

Welcome to the main bracket. The winner of this battle will face the winner of the AaronB V. Achilles battle in the main bracket finals (neither AaronB nor Achilles are allowed to vote in this battle). 

Deron Trilliams


Police brutality, battery, some lames were scared to battle me/

Bashing skulls with nightsticks, Rap Fan was my last fatality/

L.e.b. had a whole Mobb thinking his bars were Deep/

Turn the computer off, hang the keyboard up, get yourself some sleep/

43% Best Answer? Go outside kid, you need Vitamin D/

Should’ve rented out a ghostwriter and leased a decent flow/

I didn’t know, a rhyming dictionary could make you into an Edgar Allen Poe/

Those tryhard lyrics look like a Crackhead solving the Da Vinci Code/

No one knows what you’re saying, get the Aesop C*ck out your mouth/

Suck Trylemma off, vote yourself with extra accounts/

You’ll need all you can get, you couldn’t go an extra round/

Iron Mike with the iron mic, can’t handle me pound for pound/

Shots below the belt, throw in the towel, still hit you when youre down/

Punchlines leaving you bloodied with a left hook, Manny Pacquiao/

Any man, woman or child, knows i’m in a weight class all alone/

Witness a champion in his prime as you Watch The Throne/

l.e.b.

Before this question gets deleted, Imma wreck ya neck and eat it/

My intestine digests the rest of your chest, and next I’ll just repeat it/

Laughin’ hard, at your avatar, you actin’ hard, with a trannny butt/

Talkin’ smart, but you bargain bought, I’m walkin’ blocks, with annyrutts/

I’m Philly affiliated, really opinionated, kill me ya will be hated, like it or not, I’m strikin’ ya hot/

A million intimidated, diminishin’ dimly lit patients, Trilliams fill these spaces, right in the spot, of d*kes in a plot/

The plot for d*kes, is get caught and sliced, if you brought a knife, to avoid this mini-scene/

You lost ya life, for being not precise, bein’ honest right? You a boy in skinny jeans/

This is empire state, ya try to hate, annihilated, instantly/

Violate, get tied to stakes, and riots make, this visibly/

For the world to see, your girlish plea, you’re worse than me, when I was new/

Dismiss dissin’ Ritz, you’re a funt too, I’ll hunt you, punish and punt you/

Direct your STDs, to MTV, collect empty fees, on MP3s/

l.e.b., is every seed, the needed beast for this heated feed/

I don’t want no *******, go rob, a bank or flank a reg for it/

**** this f*g, I piss swag, you zig-zag to me and beg for it/

Chuck Taylor V. eKwelity

The winner of this battle faces the winner of the RhymeSayer V. S. Mental battle (neither Rhymesayer nor S.Mental are allowed to vote in this battle). 

Chuck Taylor:

My raps are a new kind of weaponry, Nas just said I’m the GOAT apparently/

Dont even try to battle and waste your energy, we all know I’ll win successfully/

Fake rappers like you trying to learn my recipe, you especially/

All I smell is jealousy from all my hated enemies because I’m beating everyone and gaining popularity/

I’m not gonna even call this a battle, it’s a meeting, this ain’t a diss either, just a friendly greeting/

Everyone knows I give a good beating, some even think I do it so good that they think I’m cheating/

Those are just all talk, God told me I’m the only real rapper left on stock/

I’m Gonna be on top till the clock stop, looking down on you ni**as like a flying hawk/

Scientist just found out I’m higher than everything including Mount Everest/

Also told me to go soft on my opponents or they’ll need a life time therapist/

You trying to battle back is senseless, all of Y!A knows I’m gonna end this/

Cuz you been f*kcing up since day one like Dennis the menace/

After you I got one opponent left, it will be as easy as the first mission on grand theft/

This battle is about to get suppressed, It wasn’t hard at all just like trying to get Vanessa Hudgens undressed/

Me being consistent is vital, these lyrics never let me down like the holy bible/ 

Its time I wipe you out my way so I can have clear view of the final, this is a warning shot to my next rival/

eKwelity:


Tomorrows blog reads “eKwelity defeats Chuck Taylor”/
Unexpected from an underdog,Underestimate me now and duck later/
As I climb up this tournament,I see you as another MK opponent/
I look at you as Johnny Cage,a typical mainstream element/
Arrogant,egoistical and a untalented character/
See myself as Scorpion,assassin with a heart full of dark matter/
Pierce a chain spear through your chest,shoutting “GET OVER HERE”/
Pull your corpse towards me as you crumble in a horrofied fear/
Followed with a brutal beating,breaking all of your Two-O-Six bones/
Ending with a uppercut,sending you flying from New York City to Rome/
Release the beast as I sit down on the throne like Julius Caesar/
Glare quietly,thinking like”Damn! This is the messiest feaster!”/
Incinerate the beasts excrements by spitting flames/
Launch it to space,blast it with nuclear weapons,”BOOM” nothing remains/
Now a bloody text appears,reading “etherality”/
Game over,you’ve just seen your fate in reality/

RhymeSayer V. S.Mental

Official Winners From Round 2

We had a good number of close battles, with a lot of ties. It was hard for me to decide whether to count some votes, but all decisions are final (I think I’ll leave the battles open, but voting has officially ended). If you are moving on, send me your battles by Saturday afternoon. The semis for both rounds will begin tomorrow. 16 bars, same rules.

Alternate Bracket: 
eKwelity Def. Masta Stunna (There were some questionable votes on this on this one…)
Chuck Taylor Def. E-Real
RhymeSayer Def. RealNi (by one vote)
S. Mental Def. Mic Messiah

Main Bracket:

l.e.b. Def. ItTakesANation
Deron Trilliams Def. Rap Fan
Achilles Def. WuTangClanStan
AaronB Def. StillFlyUp

The Semis:

Alternate:
eKwelity V. Chuck Taylor
Rhymesayer V. S.Mental

Main: 

l.e.b. V. Deron Trilliams
Achilles V. AaronB

Official Main Bracket: http://betterbracketmaker.com/#!/5ea12249267f4

Official Alternate Bracket: http://betterbracketmaker.com/#!/7ca2a18a267f4

Day Three Tourney Wrap Up (Note On Voting)

So we had some great battles tonight and a couple of them are pretty close in the voting. This being said, it should go without saying (despite me saying it) that if a vote comes from a user who only joined within the last couple days and has only answered questions with battles or from battles prior to voting…that vote won’t be counted.

The official winners will be announced tomorrow night. Tomorrow will be an off night, but I can post some open mic verses (so send me some stuff). This will take place early though due to the weekend and the need to get outside! 

The semis will begin on Saturday, meaning I will need everyone in the semis from both brackets to send me their verses by Saturday morning/early afternoon. If you’re not sure who you will face if you win, check the brackets.

AaronB V. StillFlyUp

This is a main bracket battle and the last one of the night (I’ll have the nightly wrap up as well as a note on voting). The winner of this battle will face the winner of the Achilles V. WutangClanStan battle. 

AaronB

It’s Aaron B, once again, fa**ots acting surprised/

I just traded my soul for a big mac and some fries/

Crumbled the receipt and threw it to the back of my mind/

I could crush this little Fly with only half of my rhymes/

You fronting in Palringo, bragging on your benchpress/

You juice like Tupac, your d*kc shrinks with every ten reps/

Nah, we all know you know you’re just a anorexic with a death wish/

Only time he strong is on COD screaming into his headset/

Little insect, I’ll burn you with the end of a cig (Sig)/

You look more like a ***** than Elm did in a wig/

Plus twice as sensitive as when he hid his own vid/

Estrogen prone b**ch, time for your atonement/

I’ll sacrifice this dude in a battle or a cypher/

I’ll pop the Springfield so bad cats willl call me Jebediah/

And right when I send you up to meet Elisha and Elijah,/

I’ll rip your f*kcing wings off and see if you can Still Fly Up/

StillFlyUp

Aaron B, another original Nas stan/

I see you walking down Memory Lane with Illmatic in hand/

Well the Genesis is this, I’m StillFly/

I Represent your mother who’s still dry/

One Time 4 Your Mind, I brand you with ill rhymes/

Wielding a sword swift and quick like a samurai/

Off with your head if you don’t comply/

You mad cuz your b**ch at my bedside/

F*kcing her with my fist clenched, One Love then off I went/

You stuck at home bent, fondling in your tent/

It Ain’t Hard To Tell that I’m heaven sent/

And yes, The World Is Yours to vent/

So don’t be so discontent when I happen to bury you in cement/

Your life’s a b**ch, and I just f*kced it/

It ain’t even Halftime, got you already saying “F*ck it”/

Because nothing’s equivalent, to the Detroit State of Mind/