Blaze Battle XXXVIII

I rock this beat like I’m straight outta Flandria
while you about as Belgian as the Three Days of De Panne
just like yo dates, it’s Dutch -
leavin you daydreamin ‘bout c’mittin crimes on TW’s wet banana

Aw jeez – your wack fantasies make me ill at ease
the way you go slack at the knees for those tighty whiteys
I’ll even give ya some of my rhymes if you just stop it, PLEASE
but I’ve got ten more in store for every one of your “get out free”s

Face it, you can’t even Ace of Bass it – your new line, might as well erase it
$hit - even Adam Ant could crush you like an elephant
I would respond to your last rhyme, but it so small I don’t even know where it went
so save it for the campfire, and git back in yo pup tent
(and since you don’t even own it, don’t forget to pay yo rent)

I’m climbin Mont Ventoux while you drinkin Yoo-Hoo and playin Charlie Choo Choo
what, is that a tear I see? Let Ice give you a frozen boohoo, B
there’s no denying I’m the lyrical master in this melee
deliverin verbal blows like a caucasoid Chuck D...

Blaze Battle XXXVIII

Now don't get jealous of me talkin about Mr. B
Much as T-Dubs confounds me, it's your skinsuit that astounds me
into harassing and sassing yo fine a$$ almost daily
Well, that, plus your knowledge of ancient IT

Commodore 64? Shut the door and dim the lights!
I'm easy like Sunday morning for a guy who can play International Karate all night--yeah, right
You busy fiddlin witcha joystick while I'm busy takin a hike
out the door and into the night on my bike

You think you left me in the dust once? Trust this--I wasn't even trying to keep pace
RFTF is a ride, it ain't a race
We hit the streets for real, face-to-face?
Aww hell, you'd never show for it cuz you know I'd put you in your place

You say you like history, well that's what you'd be to me
when I spin back to the future to hook up with my Lady Atomic posse
Won't need no flux capacitor like Doc Brown and Marty
I'ma pedal thru the eigth dimension with Buckaroo and Perfect Tommy

Blaze Battle XXVIII

Casio, Tandy, Apple IIc -
that may be all it take to get you randy, but just 'tween you and me
I'd say TW's got you whistl'in tweedle-e-dee
much as you talk about that guy, I'ma haveta rename him Mr. B

If you really want samples that'll drop yours to the floor
let me dig around the closet and dust off my Commodore 64
same as I'll dust you on my bike, just like I did before
leave ya ped'lin nothin but yo a$$ just so you can buy painkillers at the drug store

Don't even talk about sharp - I'll cutcha like a mothaf*ckin Ginsu
so what if it only cost $2.95 - can't talk smack 'cause you know I'm gonna win, too
I'll scalp ya like Carradine from Kung Fu
launch a sneak black ninja attack while you trying to memorize "Best of Wu"

Blaze Battle XXVII

Ice, I see your rhythym is bout as sharp as your rhyme
so let me put in line breaks to help you visualize the time
the beats are unleashed while I spit tight lines
or are you so dull you need me to pantomime?

Now I thought you said I'd be quotin the founder of The Damned
But you the one droppin "Say what" at the start of your jam
You sure you readin me right? You know these ain't anagrams
maybe you need a little help from Sam-i-am

to keep up wit my numerous references
I'll give you time to think on 'em while I snack on elevenses
Unless maybe you finally comin to your senses
And recognizin Who's the Boss--your girl Britney Gears is

Blaze Battle XXVII

Say what? If you lookin to surpass my stella hella
best hook a motor up to yo Bianchi else it's ciao, bella
I don't know why you gotta harass me
even though you ain't close enough to see my ass, G

spoutin cryptic knowledge like you straight outta Middle Earth -
unicorns and chain mail, I'd say you on home turf
if you had hair on your toes, you'd almost be a hobbit
but instead you swingin crazed blades like a lycra-clad Lorena Bobbit

let's face it - my rhymes are the dopest
they straight make ya dirty, leavin you scrappin for Soap on a Ropest
and you might wanna work on yo meter, like Tony Danza's
so they ain't an inconsistent number of lines in yo stanzas

Blaze Battle 6.x

If you call that a fury
I think you in too much of a hurry
to pat yourself on the back
for the clever way you think you rap

Only way to say it--Ice, your rhymes is wack

And don't be bustin on my Tandy from Radio Shack
when you know my candy-sweet samples keep you comin back
like Barry Manilow to Mandy or Whitney Houston to crack

Either that or you want to come here to me
and play D&D wit B and sneak peaks at the notes I make in my Mead
about the kinda speed you gonna need
to beat me when we hit the streets on our velocipedes

Which is to say more speed than you got
Yeah, I know you think you hot
with your XS skinsuit and your high-tech cue sheet microdot
But you not--you lost the plot--
granny-gearin' it thru the land that time forgot

Blaze Battle 6.x: After a rejuvenative weekend Ice is back with a fury:

Like a dog after a bone, your tongue be wig-waggin
32cc tires movin bout 32 rpm - why they call you Big Draggin
gimme a forty of Colt and I'll raise you a flagon
'cept you more interested in potions you mix while playin Dungeons and Dragons

And when it comes to beat - sound like you been samplin on a TRS-80
I'd say yo street cred's got about as much currency as Haiti
I continue to hit 'em off the turf like Arnold Palmer
while you grubbin for Meals on Wheels in Balmer

Bustin plays on words with my girl Latifah?
you think that's original you MUST be smokin reefah
I'll axe ya like this once again - why you gotta be rap burglin?
so much detritus comin outcha mouth, it look like you turd-gurglin

I know you laughin while you crappin over my rappin ability
this here MC bust moves while he cappin from sea to shinin sea
so don't expect yo editin skills to provide you with answers
to why the heat from my mic leave you Iced like the Black Panthers