Anaktix vs. Angel vs. Razorbrain
This was the final round and I won this battle so I'm the Audio Champ at bboy.org.
Livin this life of hip hop steady elevatin. Droppin dope tracks that have a meaning, puttin out music then everybody else, true art.
For our tracks click the blue "music" link above.
The underground hip hop (not rap) group Profetik Voices is Anaktix and Counter Teknology but Counter Tek doesn't have any music up yet so it's currently just my tracks (anaktix).
I'm a positive person and am always striving to make music with a meaning 'n message. I wanna make original tracks that the listener can relate to and just feel. So check out my tracks and drop a comment in the message board (if you leave a link i'll check ya tracks).
Peace
Story behind the song
the deadline motivated me haha, i wrote 95% of this 'n recorded all of it the day of the deadline, ran outta time.........shoulda started earlier.
Lyrics
At Angel:
you've dropped three albums, you should be unstoppable/
but that's not the truth, somehow you ain't got no flow/
in text or audio.....learn ta spit shots/
or keep ya lips locked, quit rappin, you'll never be hip hop//
and that's a fact, i'm just presentin the truth/
i mean ya name's angel, we know you're a feminine dude//
and every track you do seems ta prove my point/
wit ya corny ass singin, ya think that ya movin joints
like hips, necks 'n heads thinkin "fuckin sick"
ya only get heads bobbin when ya suckin dicks//
admit it kid, you weren't made for this amazing spit/
ya tracks are wack, just like razor's shit//
you gonna get smoked, and there's no XScape/
so know it's fate, my flow is great, but you ain't holdin weight/
and never will, that's a promise from me dude/
ya woulda got last place even wit no dq///
At Razor:
ya crack me up cuz you wack as fuck but think you spit fear inta this ear....
it's funny cuz i'm better then you, i been rappin fa two, you been spittin fa six years......
when i first came ta the site, ya verses were blessins/
but nowadays it's like you get worse every second/
how can you spit so long without one good track?/
just realize what we all know......ya done with rap
you act so cocky like Razorbrain is righteous/
but with ya nerdy ass voice, ya sound like a white bitch//
'n how you the nicest? I'm ignoring you cuz....
both ya freestyles and tracks, are boring as fuck
but ya think you're tight, think ya rippin it nice
well that must be in real life cuz ya shit with a mic/
i'm fuckin sick of this dyke this little bitch from the site/
we can all hear, you weren't born with a dick in this life//
admit it i'm right (kid), ya music is hella gay/
This cat Dez sounds like he used ta be Desiree/
then ya got rid of ya tits 'n changed ya clit to a dick/
bitch start switchin ya pitch cuz you still spit like a chick
so just quit...stop whinin on tracks/
you sound like my little sister tryin ta rap/
nobody vibe's ta ya tracks, i'll write you a tally/
And prove the only one in the world that likes you is bali/
well if ya feel lucky, you could say awe dio too
but if ya heard him last round, he just feels sorry for you
and so ya he joined ya little Broken crew audio team
but he's still dope, i'm glad he didn't follow your lead
actin like you gonna eat me? it's not ya lunchtime/
ya might be hungry but you'll never win with those punchlines
they don't even make sense, ya need ta get smart/
awe's a pebble in a tank?....uhhh, you think that hit hard?
open ya ears 'n listen son: "ya not tuff"/
ya like a message in a bottle....dawg, ya washed up/
so i'm runnin this shit, sit back in the passenger seat/
how ya reppin florida? ya just some trash from the beach/
so reality check, ya wack when ya spit on a track/
actin high 'n mighty, your the fuckin midget of rap/
and that sword don't help, you need ten prayers at least/
not ten pics of ya ass lookin gay in ya gee//
and about ya last comp, the evidence is damming/
"is this too personal? naw i'll reveal the standings/
you showed up 'n got 4th from the people you'd beaten/
that woulda been dope, but there were only 4 people competin//
ya say you got a Razor Brain, ya fuckin full of it/
unless you talkin about a rusty razor that's dull as shit/
somebody told me you're smart, i'm wonderin who said it bro/
cuz ya had it for a year, but still can't use cool edit pro//
people ask "is razor dope?", "naw that cat's dumb"/
"why's that", "every one of his tracks is the same as the last one/
so he spits the same shit, but he thinks that he can beat me"
"but i still don't get it", "he's like a cd stuck on repeat"/
razor listen up now, ya boring when ya free dawg/
so like a down feather matress, ya easy ta sleep on
'n ya delivery's dead, verses like some road kill/
ya tracks like some flat rollercoasters....they hold no thrill
this battles costin ya dawg, like i
