[Ok, new battle up! This time we got a new MC in the house, Carlos aka Poetical Goddess as some might know him as. Anyways here goes the battle…]

[Mike a.k.a. Ursa Major vs. Carlos a.k.a Poetical Goddess]

Mike:They call you the poetical goddess/

Your shits truly shitty, and I’m being honest/

I serve lines for your malnutrition/

Prescribed by nine out of ten physicians/

I work words to get your head bobbing/

Like I get your mom slobbing/

You cant escape defeat/

It’s a leap of faith to fight fate/

I’m here battling god’s mistake/

I got your career in debate/

Don’t try to step to me/

Your whole style is k-mart cheap/

Imma buy you a first aid kit/

Cuse I know your assholes sore you fagit/

Carlos: yo yo...u needs ta slow ya role young cat/ cuz if u don't i'm gone make u step back/ u really don't realize wutchu jus got yoself into/ cuz i'm not here to battle i'm here to destroy you/ to hear these rhymes u need to read these slowly/ c and i'm gone beat u witout usin profanity/ cuz that's not my ways/ but i'm still gone stomp on you for the rest of yo days/ so jus kno fo a future reference/ u're worth absolutely nothin when you're in my presence/ cuz i'm the king of this lil rap battle/ and i'm not trippin bout my mom's slobbin cuz i got yo moms in my saddle/ and she told me about the stories of how u complained/ cuz yo mini-you had never really gained/ ne size so u scared to bone a woman/ then u say u waitin and jus chillin/ waitin for the right girl to come/ but uh yea...let me end this verse now son...done

Mike: You’re a fucking heathen/

As an mc I’m the only one you believe in/

your talent is a damn shame/

everything you spit is the same/

if it wasn’t for your ethnicity/

you wouldn’t be gettin love from this city/

imma hit you with a dictionary/

hopefully give you some vocabulary/

your tactics are imaginary/

I bring the masses sanity/

quit actin like your so damn bad/

We all know you got raped by your dad/

I’ll keep your mind on crutches/

Adam keeps your asshole in stitches/

So step back you big ass ogre/

And quit suckin dick like gogurt/

Carlos: Hey yo mike B/ u truly can't c me/ cuz i'm straight up H.O.G/ since u don't know let me break yo ignorant pod/ H.O.G stands for Hooked On God/ and by the way God never makes a mistake/ cuz He's perfect and He's all great/
He's the one that's about to deliver yo fate/ He gave me a talent for good use/ and that's to stop yo abuse/ against yaself for thinkin u were ever gonna beat me/ cuz it's not happenin ne where in this galaxy/ look dog/ these games is gettin old playa/ and i'm comin as yo lyrical rhyme slaya/ cuz u gotta have better rhymes then that to come c me/ cuz i'll eat those ones up like a delicacy/ but ne ways as far as gettin raped u bent over for marlon and then left yo mouth agape/ for anthony to come and fill it up/ and at least i'm not the one wearin a double D cup/ look dog this isht isn't gettin borin real quick/ so eat a fat d***/ i did say no profanity/ but i had to use that word so u could c/ all tho u probly already knew/ since everyday of yo life that's all u do/ suck, chew and swallow, swallow, chew, and suck/ it's a daily routine u perverted lil punk/ so i'm the ogre, then who is u...Goliath?/ must b if u stupid enough to have marlon as the one u confideth/ to everyday of yo life since he's yo savior/ now i'm givin u another turn ya wanna b major.

Mike: If I hit you in your stomach/

A person would come out from it/

Look here you little bible school kid/

Get with it or get hit/

Doesn’t matter how high the fall/

But either way I’m breakin your jaw/

Get off slobbin my nuts/

Cuse imma be bustin your moms guts/

Its how I break the truth/

Your Dad hittin your mother’s stomach before givin you birth/

Leavin you mentally challenged/

On the mic I’m furthering your brain damage/

So bend over and take this/

I’ll be #1 on your hit list/

But I couldn’t give a shit/

I got your mom on the cock doin the splits/

Its just how things work out in life/

Every friend you ever had was only acting nice/

Because no one is actually H.O.G/

They were never borne hooked on gays/

Carlos: mike i'm gone give u props cuz u alot better than i expected/ but yet still all your life u've been rejected/ neglected/ but never ever perfected/ so stop bein mad at the world for yo own miscues/ bcuz yo whole life u was misused/ by ya pops and ya brotha/ don't deny it/ i know marlon's yo lova/ u truly needs to raise up off my turf/ cuz each time u step you shake tha whole earth/ regardless of what ya say it accounts as null/ simply cuz your lyrics are simply dull/ i'm demolishin u with somethin so simplistic/ i'll even let these white cats beat u called Limp Bizkit/ i'm pretty damn sure they'll stand a better chance/ cuz i think you're too busy wit marlon doin the "give up the booty" dance/ so don't hate tha playa but hate the game/ cuz i'm still dissin yo name/ puttin u ta shame/ ya rhymes is lame/ you'll never find fame/ so just give up and find a new hobby/ u mite wanna go back to the weak rappers lobby/ and wait ya turn to watch some 8 mile/ so u can learn a lil bit about rap styles/ how u gone end wit "hooked on gays"/ u know i've heard bein raised by 'em it rubs off and stays/ but mike for reals each verse is gettin worse/ your losin ya grip/ and i'm gone watch u slip/ to the fate you have that's undeniabe/ bcuz i'm unreliable/ to those who try and step to the plate/ but didn't notice the slate/ of armor that God has given me/ to destroy every single wack MC/ such as yaself and soon to b miguel/ so go back to bn a wetback witcha fruity lunch pale/ cuz yo rhymes are growin stale/ so just tuck in ya tail/ like a frightened lil dog/ you're so far down the chain i could drop a pog/ and it'll gather so much velocity by the time it reaches you/ you'll b split more than infinite x2/ dog this battles gonna end/ and as far as u talkin bout a friend/ the only friends u had were ones who could depend/ on u for ne thing especially BJ's/ since you're the best guy dick sucker these days/ by the way thanks for that one u gave me junior year/ a cock in ya throat as big as mine was once ya fear/ so instead u bent over for marlon/ but then u started starvin/ so u turned to anthony/ and sucked him up til he gave u HIV/

Mike: You rhyme like a fuckin retard/

Is putting two lines together that hard/

did you even read what you wrote/

The only dicks getting sucked is mine in your throat/

Takin it from adam wasn’t good enough?/

Because he’s the only one that fucked you rough/

It’s to easy to exploit your weakness/

To seek the penis/

In your mind I’m a genius/

Because you have yet to see this/

Got your tactics failing/

I battling like gorillas grappling/

Let me demonstrate rhymes/

I obliterate minds/

Verbalizing immaculate designs/

Time you resigned/

My ordinance is divine/

So step back and take breath/

Each line brings death/

You couldn’t win this battle/

Because your minds hallow/

Your shits weak and your skill depleted/

Digest my words, you’re already defeated/

Let me throw a one eighty/

Your ability to speech is fading/

Quit spittin nursery rhymes/

Writing uneducated lines/

Pay attention to how I school/

Class is in session for you/

Lesson one be intelligent/

Write something relevant/

Here’s your first activity/

Watch how I defy gravity/

My flows make sense like mathematics/

My skill is an exact science/

Your life on the mic is diminishing/

And first is where I’m finishing/

Sorry if you couldn’t understand/

So lesson two’s the back of my hand/

Carlos: try to raise up on me wit a backhand/ and c if i don't drop u where u stand/ i'm the ruler of this MC land/ cuz you can't withstand/ the rhymes from me man/ o i'm sorry i forgot... you're like juwanna man/ except you're a woman tryin ta b a man/ but it's not workin...ya disguise has deceived u/ but i'll tell u wut ima do/ that last verse u spit was kinda tight/ but let me who yo ass how ta do this shit right / puttin 2 lines together is obviously a tactic that's weak/ but it's cool wit me cuz they still showed u defeat/ so since this is the last verse/ let me stop this slow shit and just dispurse/ the true talent i saved for this moment/ how much do u wont it/ it don't matter cuz i'm the one that owns it/ you'll never take it even when i'm dead/ just get it through yo thick ass head/ i could go all day with this shit/ so y don't u jus chill and keep suckin my dick/ unless you'd rather get a face full of balls/ while u cowerin in a corner gettin raped in bathroom stalls/ dog your mind has you thinkin your #1/ but let me show u the truth/ i just won/ you're garbage mike/just face the fact/ for one/ you're the one with the wetback/ and there's more of ya'll here than there are blacks/ so if i'm gettin luv cuz my ethnicity/ u should feel real dumb right now cuz u tried to diss me/ but it backfired and u caught yaself so y don't u go back to bn marlon's slave elf/ and u talkin about adam and my pops rapin me/ but u havin flashbacks from the times with marlon and anthony/ they was really of them and u tried to say it was me and my dad/ dog tryin to put yo pain on some1 else is all bad/ u suck not only dick but also in rappin/ and i think i'm gone send u packin/ cuz i came through with the words/ that made u study verbs/ cuz yo rhymes was absurd/ haven't u heard?/ i'm the best there is the best there will b/ and every body knows my name "Big C"/ and i said "Big C" on purpose to leave u wishin u had another turn/ but u don't so that line was just a burn/ cuz i'm gettin u even while i'm wastin my time/ u one illeterate nigga that can't even read between the lines/ yea i got that from 50 but that don't matter/ cuz i'm the lead off batter/ and you're the bat boy/ but yo bats is really dicks u treat as a chew toy/ so let me spell this out for u mike/ I J-U-S-T B-E-A-T Y-O A-S-S W-O-R-S-E T-H-A-N T-I-N-A D-I-D B-Y I-K-E/ i cut off ya life support/ cuz ya rhymes didn't work/ cuz ya mind was twirked/ in the wrong direction/ u tryin ta teach me a lesson?/since this is my last turn/ i'll save the rest of yo lesson for another day so u could really learn/ scratch that shit ya first class reject/ i'm gone finish this mothafuckin project/ and that's to teach u the simplest thing/ u step up to me just to bow down to your #1 king/ u look up to who rules yo everything/ i ran this battle mayb not from the start but close to it cuz all that shit u talked really didn't accomplish u shit/ you're loser mike just get used to it

 [ well that was the battle… its in my opinion, Carlos wrote like a novel but its all good, its his battle flow so you cant hate I guess, but anyways hope you enjoyed reading or tried reading it. We should have another battle being set up between Carlos and Anonymous (for those that caught on to it in the other battle you know who), so I’ll post that shit up as soon as its fresh from no man’s land. I might start putting down regular flows instead of just battles…we will see]

[The battle vs. ninos… was ended short because ninos left but oh well… here goes]

Me: Ninos you belong in Guantanamo/
I drop rhymes like Geronimo/
You idolize and ritualize my styles/
Takin you verbally that extra mile/
Can’t hold on as a survivor/
I dismantle jaws with a screwdriver/
I defeat mc’s in degrees/
The sun and you have nothing on me/
Invading your mind/
Faster than the patriot act was signed/
Terrorizing you mentally/
Hijacking your reality/
Burning your ego like a plain explodes/
Making your mind Implode/
Like chemical weapons reactions/
I defeat all your actions/

 
NiNoS (11:24:10 PM): are u writing essay trying to make u words
NiNoS (11:24:13 PM): say somethin to me
NiNoS (11:24:16 PM): but they aint nothing to me
NiNoS (11:24:32 PM): ill take ur life with da knife
NiNoS (11:24:36 PM): no time to breathe
NiNoS (11:24:48 PM): u act like flowing an English class
NiNoS (11:25:07 PM): i aint with all that im just bout droppin bombs on mc dat kiss ass
NiNoS (11:25:16 PM): aite
NiNoS (11:25:51 PM): it was all kewl when me and mike chilled in school
NiNoS (11:26:09 PM): but what happend to u
NiNoS (11:26:26 PM): cause my rap just took u up like da flu
NiNoS (11:26:51 PM): now without a due id like to say my last words
NiNoS (11:27:30 PM): u cant be like me cause u aint seen what ive seen
NiNoS (11:27:55 PM): cause u still comin up and ive been makin the scene

Me: My rhymes are infectious/
No cure for this virus/
Take my advice, and end life/
Do yourself a favor and use a knife/
Jealousy will get you nowhere/
Battling me aint even fair/
Its unanimous, you cant handle this/
My spider sense are tingling/
I felt your career ending/
Not even a one hit wonder/
No wonder you went under/
If it wasn’t for you cheep ego/
And store bought tactics so feeble/
You wouldn’t be here/
But in this game I’m your greatest fear/

 
NiNoS (11:33:40 PM): aint nothin in this game to fear but me
NiNoS (11:33:53 PM): my nose and rymes is all niggas can see
NiNoS (11:34:09 PM): i aint trippin about u and ur wack ass rymes
NiNoS (11:34:28 PM): r u tryin to battle or be really kind
NiNoS (11:35:03 PM): u took me for granted just like otha mcs
NiNoS (11:35:48 PM): but ima serve u like a waiter
NiNoS (11:35:52 PM): aint no waitin for later
NiNoS (11:35:58 PM): my shet come direct
NiNoS (11:36:03 PM): in ur face like mase
NiNoS (11:36:18 PM): thought i was gone but that aint the case
NiNoS (11:36:40 PM): while u were sleepin
NiNoS (11:36:44 PM): i was out creepin
NiNoS (11:36:54 PM): u thought ur lady was ur baby
NiNoS (11:37:01 PM): to bad shes havin my baby
NiNoS (11:37:17 PM): and lately u been actin really fly
NiNoS (11:38:21 PM): but ill make sure u leave this game
NiNoS (11:38:28 PM): and i;ll tell em u said goodbye
NiNoS (11:38:40 PM): thats it
NiNoS (11:39:56 PM): goodnight ya'll
NiNoS has left the room.

 
[well that was the end of that too bad ninos didn’t stay long enough to finish it, I wonder why he left …oh well]

Me: I can paint a picture with a thousand words/
But painting yours needs one, absurd/
Your skills aren’t as defined/
Like how my speech is refined/
You spit sesame street basics/
Your flows are elementary just realize it/
Let me speak down to your level/
I’m rubber your glue; what ever you say bounces off of me and sticks to you/
I’m the mc taking your milk money/
Its just payment for the time you waste to battle me/

Robbz: u just a spec of dirt on the ground,ur chance with me is so profound. bitch u aint got a splinter of a chance, its as cold as ice compared to me and Jens romance. together well stomp on ur rotted ass corps u be beggin me to stop cuz u cant handle anymore. ur rhymes are wack so try again next time i grow free while its your soul I bind

Me: I got your girlfriend on the Atkins diet/
My meat rubbn on her pallet/
Digest my acrimony/
This battle is gettin lonely/
I topple the basics/
Face it you need to learn it/
Got your mic on training wheels/
Being the worst mc tell me how it feels/
Ill let your barrow a rhyme/
It’s the only way you wont waste my time/

Robbz: man ur ass is smoked retarded, keep on tweekin on that meth, ill strangle u with my ryhms to the point of death. soon to be, ur soul will belong to me, ill wipe my floors with it, it aint worth shit, not even to clean up miguels drunken vomit. u just need to stop while your ahead, sign ur will cuz ill get all ur shit wen your dead

Me: don’t get your girlfriend in this/
we know you cant win shit/
Lead dick holdin you down?/
Get out of hip hop and discover your R&B sound/
Hey, the beats are lonely/
Cause your flows are phony/
Generic, dialogue of a porno flick/
Suckin mc’s dick to embrace/
Their hot juices on your face/
I deflate dreams/
Turn you into another feign/
Begging me to spit another/
Truth is I’m your father and your girlfriends’ my lover/

Robbz: dont bring my girl in this, u ugly ass wanna be grimmice.dont talk shit about me or my peeps, ill make u suffer, bow down and kiss my feet. your too blind from the fagit fog. at least i got a girl, u be in the back fuckin your dog.u sick ass wanna be rapper, u a bitch, close your legs its smellin like red snapper. keep bringin it if u wanna get defeated, ill leave u in pieces, completely depleted

Me: hey stupid, look at your first verse…
You brought your girlfriend into it/
I’m glad that you did/
Because we don’t need a third wheel/
So go home and jack off and just deal/
Cause battling you is hurting me more/
Than these words leaven your asshole sore/
Its time that you understand/
I’ll let you be my right hand man/
But never speak of battling/
I keep your mind rattling/
Worse than Vietnam veterans/
Shooting up mental medicines/
My flows pressurize beats/
Keeping you defeated/
So tell me how it felt/
How you took second because you got delt/

Robbz: your right i did bring my girl into it, cuz together we kill, ruling like ahlizha muhamed. but i dont need her help conquer u, ill leave u on the ground like u stuck with glue. u b crying like a new born, ill convince u that ur a fag, go hop into gay porn. u wish u could be half of the man that i am, u still a lil punk reading green eggs and ham. u aint nothing ill leave my dog to baby sit u, id had enough of this so im through with battling u. u can never be on my level, mikey b is a innocent angel, im a mass murderin devil

Robbz: all right mig. ur gonna die so prepare to dig. ima ripp off ur fuckin face, u aint nothing but a disgrace ur fuckin brains are gonna b all over the place

Anonymous: On the mic i'll make you fester; your the type to grow up into a child molester; robbs likes to suck dick till his neck hurts; on the mic i cant even be tested; the only thing ima dig is your mom with her legs split

Robbz: miguel u a sorry ass bitch, ima charge u to hear my ryhms with a tarrif. u aint got a chance, this is gonna be over like a quick glance ur gonna be destroyed like the aztecs, u aint got any insite on my ryhming aspects, this shit is over and done, guess who wants to hear ur wack shit?.........NOONE!

Anonymous: i wouldnt get destroyed like the aztecs; cuz on the mic i come with lyrical tactics; your ass needs practice; cuz i keep shit lit like matchsticks; on the mic you'll never rap sick; in the end you'll be the only one with his ass kicked

Robbz: i will murder u into u until ur spirit is screamin, u cant beat me, im like a exorcised demon. rippin u up and smashin ur ryhms, come on bitch bring it! so u can get rolled one more time! im like ur master, i can write ur future, ima make it a disaster. dont fuck with me hoe, cuz ull truely die, u so sad u aint even a twinkle in my eye

Anonymous: On the mic you'll get depleted; you couldnt roll on me if you were a paraplegic; so eat dick you weak shit; i hope you lock your door right; cuz you couldnt see me commin with foresight; this isnt even a challenge; cuz your flow is off balance; i drop true talents; with true addicts; who bruise faggots

Robbz: yea ill have to lock my door on myself, from keeping me away from u, cuz this battle is too easy, ima have another trophy on my shelf. u just a lil boy in a big mans world ima make u dizzier than a tilt-a-whirl ur a bug getting smashed under my converse, ur writin gay ass ryhms, ima throw em back at u with a uno reverse.this shit just aint no fun, ur blinder than a bat starin into the sun

Anonymous: i cant believe you had the nerve to battle me; on the mic you'll get fucked so bad you'll question your sexuality; the only trophy in your lifeline you'll ever retrace; is when you lost to me and won second place i dont even have to finish these 2 bars; i'll just do it so you'll have metal scars

[Anonymous vs. Mike aka Ursa Major]

Mike: My dog has a higher IQ/ at what age did your mother drop you/ its not healthy to battle me/ So your doctor prescribed me, a hot mc/ In this game you'll never earn props/ Cuse the way you flow your gonna get shot/ So back off, your rhymes are appallin/ You got those who listenin ballin

Anonymous: My mom dropped me at age five; when she would stage dive; but on the mic i stay tight; and i still deprive; any MC of his live; or their mind capacity; you probably think your hip-hop cuz you watch rap city

Mike: In this game im the president/Your getting your rhymes vetoed/And the mic repoed/Because your style is feeble/I got your whole crew in debate/so step off the mic and listen to fate/ cuse im assaulting you worse than Kuwait/surrender now before its too late/You feel that earthquake?/its me dropping shells on a mistake/

Anonymous: Fuck kuwait; on the mic you'll get raped; fuck with me and you'll get a nuclear bomb; like vietnam; use tactics like the viet cong; fuck being the president; its pretty evident; that on the mic im hevensent; you can be the puss bush; i'd rather push; the limits and say im god; so apperently on the mic youre just a fraud

Mike: I created god that means your mine/Because at heart I know you pray to my shrine/So here's my gun/this battle is already done/you couldn't digest my lyrical talent/ your like slug trying to find a balance/so I'm your motivation/beaten me through masturbation/don't get caught in my wrath/or your family be writin on your epitaph/

Anonymous: fuck it after my flow you'll be drowning; cuz it my lyrical style you'll be downing; you just take a frequent; dive into the deep end; your not even lettin my rhymes seep in; fuck the epitaph; you'll just get it back; with your name on it; your style is vomit; that will always recieve a negative comment; on your graves stone; it'll say lost to Anonymous on the micraphone

Mike: I battle with the force of obi won kanobi/You spit rhymes like white ass moby/Your rhymes are shallow/Your whole style foul/You will never have skills to relate/No one listens to a wack ass who's 2nd rate/ My flows hit like blitzkrieg/On your gravestone spells defeat/So hush, and shut your eyes/My tact can never be denied/Because your skills are inept/That's the same reason you still make your bed wet/

Anonymous: if your obi won then im vader; if you remember the movie, im the main eliminator; even if my skill is shallow; you still lost this battle; you'll be the first to get my cd when it drops; you should fuck with me it'll end in a loss; if you need evidence just ask robbs; so dont doubt my skills to get props