This is a grudge battle in the blind 32 vs 32 format between Mark Johnson (formerly known as Emergency to any oldfags) and Teqneek. The beat is custom produced by AxTekk and the vocals were mixed by AxTekk. Right after voting for a winner, go and throw money at AxTekk.
------ THE EMCEES HAVE AGREED TO GIVE THE LYRICS (SEE BELOW) ---
I ain't even wrote, I'll record next week,
Cause from birth I heard don't sweat the Teqneek
Man drop the Neek, and then Drop the T,
And for the first time ever make it to Round 3!
Battled Nick first round, no punchlines,
Battle Nick again, still no punchlines,
Multis here, and some generics there,
And that's cool and all, but personals are nowhere.
I got no life man? Practice what you preach,
You're whiter than a Wii and you live on a beach.
Somebody give this crazy dude some medicine,
Guys, quick! Quick! Teq thinks hes BigRed again!
Dude walks around, thorn up his ass,
I think you need some pussy Teq, why you so mad?
Want more talent up in HDC?
Alright, first things first, get rid of Teqneek.
It's no exposure, its over, you're so wack!
Dropped 20 Tracks, then flopped, Money Back!
Can't even master his own, no hirin,
Like family, all I hear is BYRON!
So raw, Sunra hit on you, dawg!
Get over yourself. Ya heads blown right off!
Lost to War Spawn, wait, won by 1 vote,
From a bias fan, what a fuckin joke.
That entire battle, you wouldn't shut up,
About bias votes and how its all just luck,
Unless they're in YOUR favor, right Teq?
Smack you with my left and then ask am I right yet
Lyin to ya friends, claimin I started this,
I know about that but sure as hell finish it,
You want HDC? That's just fine with me,
Between the lies and guys, fit in great with mickey!
You just a fucking Kentuckian Fried Chicken
You whine and you bitch at Glitch as you hiding behind women
You made a mistake and angered a massive attack master
Who came to erase the name of a Vagisil ass-clapper
Complete with a bad habit deceitful and mad wack
And creating a reputation of fleeing from rap battle
Emergency is a natural at tricking a lyricist
Into battling while you magically disappearing from it
And I will commit a hate crime,
If your gay lines ever try to escape the state line,
Then you may find Teq outside waiting with 8 nines,
Waving a gang sign I'll- certainly murder a nervous virgin who can't rhyme
This amateur couldn't damage a damn snail
Man you should prolly abandon command of ya damn label
You can't book a damn gig and you can't sell a damn record
You aint being taken seriously for a damn second
Teq is doin' it and doin' it well
Evirgincy Recording Studio is burnin' in hell
You need to double up your Midol dose
Instead of crying all the time while ya vagina flows
And it's egregious you believing in Jesus
While reaching for penis and I aint even being facetious
How the fuck, you claiming morals and charity can't exist
Unless the bible is involved you an ignorant ass bitch
An Emotional rollercoaster the shittiest battle host
An' you calling on me for tournament tips when you got in over
Ya head so you beggin' Teq to help you run your own show
You disregarded me now ya tournament blows goats
You literally said you were gonna verbally murder me
Now Evirgincy deserving some Emergency surgery
Better- plea to the devil to be on the level Teq is on you-
Feeble illiterate hypersensitive leprechaun