Gud luck

-Check In By: 2 days after tie-sheet it made
-Due By: 2 days after verse is dropped

Ok Emcees you can either check in or drop your verse straight...You have all together 4 days 9th Feb 2009 Monday 24:oo hrs

Aiyo!!where u at illusionist???

ayoo checkin in.illusionist where you at?

aiyo i m rite here?
wud u like to do honour mr.rise
drop on yur verse..
ayte...
may the best motherfucker win
see ya

r u dropin first or may i...
rise..
peace

hmm..i haven't exactly finished mine yet,so i'll let you drop first

ayo wat da fuck young bloods......
tiesheet was out on 2nd feb and ya all aint ready with ya shit.....
n wat u pussy scared .....u drop 1st u drop 1st fuck dat shit....

damn...calm down yo...they will soon...i hope...igth..peace yo..catch!!!!

Do ur thangs homie!!!

Hou hou hou just chill homie.......
Hit ur rhymes....Tek ur times.....
......................give ya best performance
shake a leg........

let da game begin>>
hope toughest one will win>>>>besta luck MCs

hollaback>>>>>
imp is wack>>>>>
peace>>>>>

it's rise,steppin up,to murder weak emcees/
causing a masked 'illusion' as i bring yall to your knees/
on the verge of destruction,create mass discripancy/
surreal homosexuality,is illusions true identity/
as i,cut through phases,to tackle the time/
i shrugg n penetrate da pain,to fix ya spine/
leave spots droppin deadly thoughts projectin da boss/
crucify ma verse to bow ya head or ya left wif worse/
chanelling through screen as i escape like a beam/
knuckle,buckle n i chuckle as i repeatedly squash ya dream/
attack you wif twin blades scrush wif spades/
haemorrage you totally n let u r existence fade/
and that's how i finish ma drill/
coz i was born to kill/
releasing this curse/
i imberse true immortality,like it's a technique/
it's my own sense of morality/defeating the weak/
standing tall roaring to all ma disciples/
sayin it's da time to smell victory makin soul concrete/

yo ma verse................

it's rise,steppin up,to murder weak emcees/
causing a masked 'illusion' as i bring y'all to your knees/
on the verge of destruction,create mass discrepancy/
surreal homosexuality,is illusions true identity/
as i,cut through phases,to tackle the time/
i shrug n penetrate da pain,to fix ya spine/
leave spots dropping deadly thoughts projecting da boss/
crucify ma verse to bow ya head or ya left wif worse/
channeling through screen as i escape like a beam/
knuckle,buckle n i chuckle as i repeatedly squash ya dream/
make it seem like it's pictured as boxing scene/
but da real tactics begins as i expose ma instinct /
by attacking you wif twin blades crushing wif spades/
hemorrhage you totally n let u r existence fade/
and that's how i finish ma drill/
coz i was born to kill/
releasing this curse/
i immerse true immortality,like it's a technique/
it's my own sense of morality/defeating the weak/
standing tall roaring to all ma disciples/
sayin it's da time to smell victory makin souls concrete/