Micatastrophe : Hall of Fame

Hall of Fame

As picked by a committee including Common himself, we present the winners in the Micatastrophe for the period beginning March 2, 1998 and ending May 2, 1998.

Best Peace Rap: Dj Scooter
Most Wins: ANonymouS
Most Conscious Rhyme: ANonymouS
Most Creative Rhyme: Sarad Davenport
Best Flow: Dee Phunk
Winners will receive a Common T-Shirt, publicity on the site and other prizes from the Common Website. Congratulations to all who made it to the Survivor's Scroll. If you didn't make it to the Hall of Fame this time then we urge you to keep trying. Currently, winners are announced every 2 months, but if we get more traffic, we will reduce it to every month. If you have questions regarding the Micatastrophe please direct them to .
Peace,

Best Peace Rap

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Name: Dj Scooter
From: Chicago
E-Mail: sziebell
April 24, 1998 at 18:21:53 (EDT)

Well I might blow up but I wont go pop
when I grab the mic I dont ever stop
not even when the crowd is on my side
and wack Djs and Emcees run and hide
I dont have Beef with you Dezert Demon
and you can take the way I use the word nigga anyway you wont but i have had respect for every race since i was semen
theres no reason to get upset
you lost a few battles and all the sudden im the threat
Im just here to rhyme and express my
style
to chat with derelict buy some of commons clothes and read ANonymous rhymes for a while
Im not here to fight with you
dont vote for me if you dont like what i say and do
but saying im just a white boy show no respect at all
All that matters is who stands tall
so before you shoot off ya mouth about a battle again
go read about me in the survivors scroll and im sure that i will win
But before this gets out of hand
listen to the one called KRS ONE from the BDP band
and give me relief squash all beef don't let these arguments destroy us

Most Wins: 18 Since March 2, 1998

Most Conscious Rhyme

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Name: ANonymouS
From: Bronx
E-Mail: rug1
April 23, 1998 at 10:28:32 (EDT)

A sour drug deal, led to a steal shoot-out in a park/The clip sparked a five-year-old in his heart/He was at the start of his life,but the price wasn't enough/Rough yells sound tough from an apartment/To those that dwell at the market,didn't seem to matter/Another women being battered by her lover/Kids watch their mother getting beaten/This treatment leaving her scared,life's hard with no assistance,including the persistent attacks/Ungiven slack,so much on her back/So on the last hour she climbed into the shower trying to forget/Life's full of regrets,with a Gillette she slit her wrists/But the twist,was she was alive to see,her man come in and kill the family/Death before dying-eyes,hed his mouth-wide,placed the gun inside,then committed suicide/Inorder to escape trial/Meanwhile,another frail juvenile was thrown on the third-rail/Cause he failed to give-up his apparel/Fell victim to the barrel,another broken-arrow/Stickup-sons, bums with change-cups,getting stuck/It's fucked-up when reality erupts,policies corrupt for money washed-up/It all seems absolute through weed and liquor/the quicker our roots keep getting sicker,destroying scriptures that once held a foundation/Our whole-nation needs salvation/A million-grave-march be our destination/Modern-day-slaves trapped in a ghetto-plantation/With no escape/So peep the mindstate,before it's to late/And we all fall victim to fate.

Most Creative Rhyme

Name: Sarad Davenport
From: Charlottesville, Virginia
E-Mail: SDaven
March 23, 1998 at 20:56:58 (EST)

Rappers 16 bit,
Im 32 and automatic/Lyrical Miracles, Listeners Think its magic.
More than your ears can behold, is in my scroll/ More than a psycic can profess is in my soul.
Too many getting money, don't know who to thank/ too many intelligent minds are locked in the clank.
Heating me up like a kettle, Rock like heavy metal/ brothers orthodox, Niggas thinking like rebels.
Im like Bobby Knight when I spit/Or like Lawrence Taylor, Crushing Rushers when I hit.
Suns Going from Negitive to Negitive,
Who wanna Live/ Say what I wanna say, its my Perogitive.
Haven't got to the R AP polls/ went Komakazi like Japs in the Survivor Scrolls.
Ima stimulate like Chris Tuckers Mental State/ on my stolen bootleg, black market Friday Tape.
Got gimics,
Plus got mimics/
Players in the wrong game, like Tiger Woods trying Tennis.
Butchers back stabbing,
Phoney rappers rapping/
Witnesses lose they mind,
Don't know what happened.

Dedicated To all Them Wanna Be Emcee's.

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Best Flow

Name: Dee Phunk
From: Strong Island, NY (take us seriously)
E-Mail: deephunk
April 27, 1998 at 16:03:26 (EDT)

Words hit hard as soon as they touch the looseleaf,
Packin' powerful punches leavin' men with loose teeth,
Known to make wax climax when I'm in sex mode,
Put my shit in your tape deck and watch it ex-plode
Bet against Dee, you'll never get that money back,
Keep you hungry for more like you smoked a 20-sack,
Damn I'm nice! Well, at least that's what my friends say,
Most other rappers got more jokes than the WB on Wednesdays
Battles get me amped like speakers, and I love it when I get support like ankles when I lace ya'll like sneakers,
Flow like liquid but deliver the soild way,
Every time I rip it's declared a national holiday,
So think long and hard before you attempt to attack me,
Cuz chances are I'll retaliate and get all in your face like acne.

Peace to Techniques (reppin' LIU) and XXX just because he's nice and from Strong Isle. PEACE. -dee ph!*upstarts

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