Beat
Eedee;DGAF
Grab a solid object, repeatedly bash
Against ya head, Catastrophic felt the need to be back
We snap brackets in half till we get a W,
You bet we're here to kill, we spit with thunder too.
Planets collapse when we rap, smashing other groups
Yes you fear the skill of Catastrophic but that's nothing new.
Let you feel the chill, hey D-GAF, wasn't it us?
That perfected the back and forth in this section? Nothing to fuck -
With, session one is finally back to work again
Moving in, killing presence, we Slaughter house warming gifts
This is your warning, kid, we carry the whole section,
Burying those questioning stepping to known legends.
We're cursing you guys to lose, hurting your mind,
It's tournament time, our verses defy the turning of tides
You're burning alive under how worthy of limelight
We are, looking sour that our verses will shine bright?
We turd on your jive, we formally back break,
No feelings hurt for our crimes, we're not morally that way.
Performing our rap name on numerous paths
Hurricanes hurling flames while the two of us laugh
Moving us past the competition with a certain skill
Workin' till we get the perfect thrill to make our verses ill
You're hurt and peel the scrapes from the wounds when we're away
Then emerges new groups, but these two are back and here to stay.
Spyder = Bold Just Silver = Reg
Just ready to bust? Fuck a tourney I’ve been in it for the sport of it
Spit crack or snortin shit, fresh to death… abortionist!
I can’t afford the shit I grab the whore, force a split
Fold that baby up and shove it back up like a contortionist.
Get ya to the morgue quick snappin out ya organs
Take your spinal cord to my mic when I’m preformin!
Its my time I own it, my zone, fine components
I line up opponents smoke o's like donuts – Go nuts
I’m a overdose of composure and over flowin
These hoes get no emotion Butt some dick in their Colon – oh Shit!
Live in your moment before I take it erase it and blow it
Fuck your penny loafin throw your two cents in the ocean
Im spittin the wrath, this aint lyrics its syllable math
Yo Just Silver, guess who else is Just Silver, Who? Mr.DGAF - ouch
Who are they? Bunch of Cartoon Punches like Toonami
I’m throwin more money shots than Bukkake’s in Tsunamis.
Sketchy fuck, gravedigger, crooked shirt your man be shook
You sayin you put in work? Nah I put em in dirt when I throw Sandy Hooks!
Too soon? Stay steady focused hey Spyder they don’t know us – Oh Shucks
We are flyer than hang gliders and ready to blow up… So what
You sayin I should… go… slow. No bro ima go rough.
Ruff ridin while im muff divin and double time –
So fast I go past any kind of flow, and get so tongue tied –
I Swallow the knot and throw up till I blow chunks… yuck
ROUND 1 VOTING SHEET: Back'N'Forth
[5] Chemistry (How well did they work together. Important for this round)
[3] Rhyming/Multis
[2] Complexity (How complex were the thoughts/rhyme schemes?)
[1] Flow
[1] Vocabulary (Word choice and lexicon)
[1] Structure (How presentable and easy to read was the verse?)
[1]* WOW! Factor (A particular phrase or rhyme that stood out)
* This point can be added at judge's discretion, but is not mandatory.
Note: By writing to a beat, flow can be better achieved and may help the judges vote for the Flow point.