Are you Ice? Well, I'm the flamethrower
Melting your buzzed rhymes until you turn sober
I can't even understand your temp user name
Gitaroo, Guitar-roo? No wonder it's lame
I changed my name once to rid the Wire
That was my second album, my second desire
Now I'm working on number 5, 6 songs in
In a mere two months, what a silky sin
I brought rap battle justice to the Maggie crew
I'm still number one, and my rap is through.

Finally Bonanza doesn't annoy
by constantly mentioning his love, Soulja Boy.
You'd think he's the only rapper Bon ever knew,
but maybe tis true, 'biblically' fool.

Your laughable lyric "...equates to a turd"
was stealing a word that you just overheard.
Can't you originate rhymes on your own?
Hold on a sec, let me answer the phone.

The call is for you, from a guy named Rakim,
Calm yourself down and just listen to him.
He asks "Is this the best that Bon can make?"
And says your approach is all a big mistake.
Cause the only word Bonanza just seems to know
Is ironically the one he seems to lack control (of).
Over and over he beats to death"flow".
Enough regurgitation, quit the faux show.

Like the Raven who only new "nevermore"
Bonanza's repetitions are still a bore.
Unlike the Raven STILL sitting there,
I got to fly my man.

I'll admit it; your verse was good
Riddled with punchlines as hard as wood
But it still won't net you much respect
Because when I flow, I'm quite direct
You keep on doing philisophical stuff
Are you NLY's twin or hooked on snuff?
Socrates could best you any day of the weak
You make one good verse, but the rest is weak
I'm just getting warmed up; start the roar
I'm looking at your name, and I'm clearly bored
My name means a source of great prosperity
Bo must be short for boredom, which is terribly
Ironic; You've had enough of the pain?
Not even Advil can cure your headache train
You seem distorted; have a seat in the dunce chair
Think about my verses and don't act like you don't care
I write innocuously because I'm born with a gift
You dared to cross paths to give your ego a lift
Well, I shattered it; better think of something better
I'll be on top of this rap game FOREVER.

I want new blood. Everyone is wussing out
What, are you dame? Got a baby pushing out?
Ice was better than all of you clowns
But Bon is number one, so let's get down!

You won't stop it
So I'll drop it
Bust out an Pop it:
YO
It all started fine,
when da beats was just mine
No challenge for mah rhyme
But then I must admit
Yer one that won't quit
But I won't split, or submit
And while, you gots' da flow ta show
ya know though, ya mojo's low, ho
Ya beatz might be stale
Might be made of fail
But don'cha dare wail
You ain't goin ta jail
SEE
When I rhyme I weave a mesh
And my beats pop it fresh,
My sh*t's hot, like Marakesh
So ya' don't have ta guess
At who'll pass this test
In 60 seconds or less
Put yer feet to th' sod
An' check my method
Cus ya can't slice DJ-ROD

DJ Who? DJ You?
DJ Lame cause your life is through
Thanks for the revival, but those lines were whack
If you were Asher Paul Roth, I'd be fine with that

Just warming up
So back up the truck
Sit down and get stuck
Your claim that I'm lame
Is insane cause the aim
Is to to sharpen your edge
And that sh*t's the pledge
So what may seem whack is
Just for your practice
My talkin' smack is
Frontin' and fact is
DJ-ROD Represents
"Bonanza Presents"
With flow heaven sent
So don't be takin' to heart
Any one part
From this here up start
Now drop on the craft
And beat down wit da Staff
Might get a good laugh
And hone up with a blast.

Tick Tock
Stop the glock
Bon has a glock
With a couple shots
Aimed at competitors'
Messy Mops
The ones on their brain
And I won't swap
This don't make sense
I'm making it up
You don't like it,
I don't give a wha???

A different approach
Might burn like a roach.
Ridin' first class?
Get sent back to coach.
Flow about life,
Maybe some strife.
Bustn' caps in some ass?
Cut it out like a knife.
Rhymes need a purpose
Not a beat circus
Got a shortie?
Well f*ck her cuz
I got more up in store
gonna make ya sore like a whore
FORE! Got a hole in one!
But sure ain't done,
gonna keep going son
Get the posers ta run
Sick of recycled beats
They smell like old feets
I want fresh meats
That send noobs in retreat.
Layin' down tracks
That have more impact
Then a club or a date
I want rhymes with more tact
Sure, I don't mind love
I like the push and the shove
But some words about fate?
Well I've had enough
Maybe I should wax on
About mowin' a lawn
Trimming a hedge or filling a plate
Naw, to country! Roll on.
It's not that hard
to rhyme about bars
'Cept if they're a prison
But I'll brake out and go far.
I got more in my mind
And hey, this time you'll find
Rhyme! A full on success
cause I did my best
threw down on the rest
made em sorry they messed
with the layer of beats
Soft and smooth like some teats
And just like them treats
It's what I want when I speaks.

I skipped your post
It wasn't worth reading
Cause when I took a glance
My eyes started bleeding
I'm sick of just saying
That you're out of my league
So I'll break your neck
And put you under siege
Like Steve Segall
Does it appall?
I don't really care
So eat this ball!

Ok Ok Time out.

"So eat this ball?"

Dude. What the ever loving f*ck was that?

Yeah. I'm outta you league all right... :rolleye

I just came in here to help you stay sharp, but damn man, I guess you need more help then I thought!

Lay back and observate:

Funky fresh is out
So don't you even pout
When I make a shout
Ya need ya flow ta show
Hot beats my bro
Keep up the rhythm
To stay with em.'
Don't forget to rhyme
And all in good time
You'll hit em in the spine
With words so sublime
You'll attract ladies so fine
You'll make Snoop Dogg jealous.
Drop it on time
And lay it on the line
Yeah it might get hairy
It might get scary
But study up prime
In your dictionary
Then you'll lay beats that'll tell us
The new age, next wave,
A shout out shoot out
And get shot out- into space
One thing that I say
For I end the lesson today
Is that implying rhythm and beat
is quite a feat
When all you have is text
It can get ya perplexed
So why even battle
Or get in the saddle
When our thoughts are stream
We paddle, rattle,
Then up and skedaddle
I know sayin fresh is hard
Gotta keep from bein' a tard
Keep your flow from bein' marred
But buck up and stand bra
Slice up a new stanza
And ya homes'll che-ah
Masta B 'Nanza.'

Master Bonanza, flowin the word
And his rival Staffy with a Lyrical sword

Two men, at the top of their game
Spittin rap battle Justice, claimin their fame

Rappin and fightin, manana tu noches
Better watch ya backs cause a
NEW CHALLENGER APPROACHES.

KAJAK HAS ENTERED THE BUILDING!

Look.

It's not a hard concept
just to run a steady flow
But this is Rap Battle Justice
and there's something you should know

So take a break, shut up and park it
Today is the day, go ahead and mark it

You guys have something to learn
and I'll teach ya
So while I take the field
you guys hit the bleachers

Rap Battle Justice is more than just a Rhyme

I ate some lime and some thyme, did my time for the crime of killin that mime with a big ball of slime.

See what I did thar? That's not how it goes.
You have to have purpose, direction for your flows.

No need to be searchin, it ain't hard to find
Your opponents right here, not up your behind

So get your heads out your asses
And pull up your pants
Pay attention real close
And maybe you'll stand a chance.

Master Bonanza, King of the school
Walk on up here, you're first fool.

*pause for transit*

WELCOME TO THE STAGE BONANZA.

The lion roars huh?
You got me pretty scared
I'm shaken in my boots
Claws all out with my throat bared.

But let's cut the crap
Ya little kitty cat
Your manes been shaved
And your rhymes are whack

King of the arcade?
It's been ages since you've ruled
It's 21 to 7
Looks like you've been schooled

You haven't been back in a while
Look, the milk has soured
And we all know the reason
The Lion's a coward

So turn tail a run
Before you get hit
Back where you belong
Latched to Dorothy's tit

Big baby p*ssy.

Leo versus gemini?
It ain't a competition
Sit yo busted ass down
You out of commission

*pause for transit*

Wordsmith Staffy, Looks like it's your turn
Walk on up here, it's time for the bird to burn.

WELCOME TO THE STAGE STAFFY

So Staffy
I can see you're all about the flow
Keepin it real
Go for the feel
Just so you know

I can flip it up
Turn it round
Slow it down
Take it all the way across town
It ain't hard
When I'm versus a clown
Like you

I ain't gotta keep a steady beat
I can rap to the
tap
tap
tap
Of your feet
As you scurry round

Like a chicken with ya head cut off
Or a magpie, sittin in a tree
With yo
Cry
Cry
Cry

Marrakesh! You ain't gonna force feed me that sh*t
Eat it yourself
After I puke on the pile
With a smile
Fit for a child
That will be crowned KING
Of the Lyrical World

You can be my jester
We'll put you in a tie and a suit
Give you a line or two
So you can rap that old sh*t
And get ordered around by the new

And just to prove
That I can take it down a notch
I gonna slow it up
With my hand on my crotch

YYYYOOOOOUUUUUUUUU!

Suck.

Exit the stage, birdy boy
And keep that Dj-Rod crap to yourself
Ya filthy sod
Your only place here is as my help.

*Pause for transit*

You all a bunch of suckers
But it's ok, I'm here
Gonna make things sweet like Smuchkers.

Just take it in and learn
And don't try to fight back
This ain't a battle, it's a murder
And Suicide's like crack

I don't need a bunch of addicts on my back.

Peace.

Bonanza, I think we may need to call a truce for a moment...

*Ahem.*

Whose the whack one
when you're attackin'
The one whose packin'
Sweet beats and rappin'
See, you're just detractin'
But with you I ain't done.

Ya' just baby lil' poser
Who want's his own poster
And thinks hes a flowster
A speed rhythm toaster
A smooth rhyme boaster
But sit an' take notes, sir

So you wanna be a "Big Boy?"
'Cause I seen all ya big toys
And I think it's just a big ploy
That you drive up in you're Envoy
And as you're crap load deploys
All you'll do is make us an-noyed!

A slap in the face
Is not a about this race
So put away ya mace
It's all about taste
Flow and Rhythm be laced
And good times embraced

But if you want vitreous vile
Well sir, I can deliver in style
Put you're teeth to the tiles
And I'll rap on for miles
Kick your ass and then smile
Make the pain will last for a while

Ya see, I was charging up fast
A tremendous rap blast
For Bonanza's back lash
Was gonna turn him to ash
Stirred up an' mashed
Busted up and then trashed

But you sauntered along, Gus
With you're scrub-ass rap song-us
You must have been hittin' da' bong-is
A little too long, sis
To think you could pawn this
sh*t flow down upon us

So sit down and prepare
For the flow millionaire
Hey, blink and don't stare
And then enter my lair
Where your asshole will tear
While I insult you with flair

This topic is tarnished
With beats that were varnished
Broke more rules than I'll list
And it's not to alarmist
To say that we're pissed
And you'll answer our fist

So why don't you split
And suckle a tit
Or go throw a fit
You malodorous twit
At your flow I will spit
So just give up and quit.

TAKE IT AWAY BONANZA!!

I'm jumpin' in the cut,
who said what?
I'm about to cut up much butt,
leave you with a messed up gut.

I'm a lil too busy to give it my all
Working in the morning is part of the call
Plus I'm reading manga, so I'll retreat
Battle away, you freaking geeks.

Battle? You shook.
Reading a cookbook while we all look
at a the big dump called you that Santa took.

Why must you instigate, Ixz?
You can't teach an old admin new tricks
Can't Finish Acre Age or your new LP
Cause you thinking that you gotta need help from me

I'll lend you a hand, but you gotta strip for it
Beg me like a big blob begs for the forklift
Planet's in orbit, finished my core list
But in all truth, your LP? I am FOR this

Forum's kinda quiet with no one around
Laziness acquires and it's so unfound
Where's the staff-man? Where's Kajak-chan?
Where's Duel so that I can put his face in the sand?

Big in demand, Penrage is coming up slow
Lack of motivation to record ish, yo
But when it does come back, I'll be better than ever
And I'm gonna bless y'all with a marvelous treasure

Light as a feather, flow with impeccable prowess
You, Talvarius, have to allow it
Now my rap's done, and I'm feeling amazed
It'll be quite a while til my hair gets braids.

Dems was some sweet beats. Good flow Bon.

Allow me to digress;

I write a rhyme
I step in time
with you
I Watch a frame
Though just the same
it's true
A little mocking bird is sitting there
Absorbing all the black despair
Disposes of it burden, not care
but blue.
While a tepid beatnick flows
inside his black woolen clothes
I see
Forlorn widows return them all
Far beyond an eastern wall
To free
Blue and purple smoke
curls up from underneath my toke
is that why I heard you spoke
to me?

to me?

to me.

Sorry, I know its not rap but I was feeling in a poetic-y psychedelic mood.

A B A B A repetitive by nature
AA BB ad inifinitum drilled in by culture
I would have to agree with the Bo
you just ain't fly
and I don't have to show you the reasons why
every other line drips with lack of imagination
but don'tchu worry I got enough to go around
you see it's not always about enjambment, rhymes, nor alliteration
so why don't you use process of elimination
and see that mentioning the same things over
and over
and over
and over
just don't do it for the soul
for the flow
but seem to do wonders for your ego
so I tell you now you got a long way to go
throw in a stop
punch in pause
I promise if you time it right
they echo with applause
this goes out to all who think in order to flow
you must glow with an obvious tone
mono in nature
with ways set in stone
just slow down your rhythm
and throw down your gloves
I swear to you
it's over.

EDIT - That was my 420th post.

Damn, Mitch, could you post more often
Let go ya girl's rack 'cause she's coughing
I stickied up your poetry thing-a-ma-jig
It's gotten quite big, like a boar or a pig

Vernacular is quite spectacular
And you guys frankly don't suck like Dracula
I'm still a bachelor, but not lonely
I just rely on the bonds with my homies.