sral
11-16-2015, 05:20 AM
Feb 19th 1999
84E
Quintessential you better leave now before you FEEL my credential.
I|m blowin out yah core, nucleus & centre with my explosive potential.
Essential like a vital sign / I keep your hopes ALIVE before I crush yah spine.
Sketch yah skillz, body and mental state with a white chalk out-line.
Cosine-smooth-flows envelope like 1000 decibel sound waves demolishin yah nose.
You couldn|t siphon dopeness if yah a my head connected to a garden hose.
I compress data in headz to make minds claustrophobic, 84E is alien 2 U & your Xenophobic
Like Crystal & Hines your runnin scared from tha stage cause your MIC & DOPEAPHOBICa.
Subta Reign left you underground, 2nd round, same sound..head ringin with tha final bell skull pound.
with lyrics that astound, dumbfound, confound and compound fractures to bodies of wack line snatchers.
Virus catchers get infected with my venom and attend brain re-construction lectures.
Your so bare in this 3d world, like a flat colour poly with no textures.
The computer is my battle domain, many have been slain, you|ll end up the same as a binary blood stain.
DON|T try and close yah eye|s cause I|m pourin through yah sound-blaster speakers,
DON|T try and run, cause like poitier I|m HACKIN you off at the SNEAKERS.
Asylum seekers get locked in my brain cells with the wack rhyme teachers N| preachers.
Breachers of barriers set by the hip hip nation, I|m verbjakin with no crew collaboration.
Elaboration and evolution / of my skillz has your head meltin into a sticky red & brown solution.
If you can|t read me clear then increase the resolution, I|m fuckin up your whole contribution,
With one foul sweep of retribution to yah wack skillz institutionaaget ready for revolution.
Another 360 turn of anarchy, your gettin played like a piano key, and the pianist is 8-4-E.
Seek refuge & pray in a monastery, cause you couldn|t rule shit if you where monarchy.
Don|t yah see, Words of weakness when U sent for me, I float like a butterfly and sting like wu-killa-bee.
Con-stant-lEE I|m like coffee granules dissolvin into yah flow IN-STANT-LEEaa
Not IN-CRED-IB-LEEamy flavour|s the strongest even though the content is 9/10 you.
You think yah shine ? well I|m bringin down the huea..now what yah gonna do ?a.sue ?
You stumble without a clue to the BOOK-OF-DOPE-RAPS, but the authors name make|s you collapse.
"8-4-E" makin quaint-non-essential opponents use CAPS for PHAT text in tha relapse.
I|ll change yah gene to dead pool and call you QUINT-Eastwood, do you feel lucky ?a.GOOD.
I|ll beat yah RAWHIDE with a plank a wood like yah daddy did back in yah childhood.
Now that order is understooda..Bring tha blooda.
Quintessential
I blaze mics like infernos/with strength that's eternal
Keep records of foes I disposed in rhyme journals
Internal/ location where divine style originates
I unleash the verse,/You watch your dynasty disintegrate
Penetrate your mental state,/Have you bitchin' throwin tantrums
As I overtake your nation and turn my rhymes into it's anthem
You're cursed/ once my murderous verse bursts and gets recited
I'll change the state of your Kingdom from United to Divided
Quintessential Rhyme Lord/ Been rippin' mics since early centuries
In archives of time/ the scribes of rhyme will keep my legacy
While you stand here and spew forth useless drivel
I time- traveled/ battled/ the Sphinx and made him resort to telling riddles
Founded science and culture/ and kept the Rhythm like a metronome
Threw tyrants from thrones/and inscribed my poems in Rosetta Stones
Wonderous words, that native sons mistook for miracles
Religious experience, for every verse comes from my spiritual
Pitiful/ the adjective that best describes my opponent
I originate styles, while, like genetic engineers you seek to clone it
A moment/ of silence before I come down from metaphysical
Planes, burn you in flames and leave no trace of residuals...
(PAUSE)
There's no question as to who represents perfection in this session
84E/step to me and get broke down like digestion
Suggestion/ Forfeit the title, you paper- thin champ
Before I get all up in your skin, like a bio-chip implant
Like the Mark of the Beast/ my rhymes ingrained in your brain, permanent
Confiscate your lyric manuscripts/ first, ban the shit/ and then I'm burnin' it
Infinite rhyme capacity/ Supreme with vocal mastery
Impressive/ Oppressing 84E with fierce audacity
Thought you could see Q/ but got deceived by rhyme mirages
Regardless/ your style is way overrated just like NAS is
Collages of lyrics will leave you lost like your innocence
I'm damn good,/ slam hoods/ and take your manhood like IMPOTENCE
In a sense/I'm chill natured but in battles I get sadistic
Dennis Rodman on mics,/ kickin' "E" in his BALL-istics
My syllable sword sharpened/ time for slicin kids
You just lost your intimidation factor like Mike Tyson did
When he lost to Holyfield/ Holy Shields/ can't even protect you
I see no reason to, /so punk, I don't respect you!
Just for competin' with me your sorry ass should give apologies
Or my rap right hook/ will leave you shook/ like seismology
Contemplate suicide, best way to end the pain/of defeat, your obselete and simply can't maintain
In the mic marathon/ every verse becomes a paragon
Turn you slave when I control Black Minds like Louis Farrakhan
If you're not Black,/ get slaughtered like lambs/ the mental dead flock
In rhyme you look out of place, like a whiteboy with dreadlocks
Head shots/ crumble your physical, crush your cerebral
Body left on floor/ curled in a position known as fetal
With real MC's your juvenile style shouldn't be mingling
Put down that cyber- mic and jet your ass back to En-ga-land
Make sure that in rhymes your crusty lips never be mentionin' me
Give your first title/to it's rightful/ owner, Empty Emcee
You're done, finished, period, end of story
Cuz 84E/ to me/ sounds more like E-40... WACK!!!!
84E
Quintessential you better leave now before you FEEL my credential.
I|m blowin out yah core, nucleus & centre with my explosive potential.
Essential like a vital sign / I keep your hopes ALIVE before I crush yah spine.
Sketch yah skillz, body and mental state with a white chalk out-line.
Cosine-smooth-flows envelope like 1000 decibel sound waves demolishin yah nose.
You couldn|t siphon dopeness if yah a my head connected to a garden hose.
I compress data in headz to make minds claustrophobic, 84E is alien 2 U & your Xenophobic
Like Crystal & Hines your runnin scared from tha stage cause your MIC & DOPEAPHOBICa.
Subta Reign left you underground, 2nd round, same sound..head ringin with tha final bell skull pound.
with lyrics that astound, dumbfound, confound and compound fractures to bodies of wack line snatchers.
Virus catchers get infected with my venom and attend brain re-construction lectures.
Your so bare in this 3d world, like a flat colour poly with no textures.
The computer is my battle domain, many have been slain, you|ll end up the same as a binary blood stain.
DON|T try and close yah eye|s cause I|m pourin through yah sound-blaster speakers,
DON|T try and run, cause like poitier I|m HACKIN you off at the SNEAKERS.
Asylum seekers get locked in my brain cells with the wack rhyme teachers N| preachers.
Breachers of barriers set by the hip hip nation, I|m verbjakin with no crew collaboration.
Elaboration and evolution / of my skillz has your head meltin into a sticky red & brown solution.
If you can|t read me clear then increase the resolution, I|m fuckin up your whole contribution,
With one foul sweep of retribution to yah wack skillz institutionaaget ready for revolution.
Another 360 turn of anarchy, your gettin played like a piano key, and the pianist is 8-4-E.
Seek refuge & pray in a monastery, cause you couldn|t rule shit if you where monarchy.
Don|t yah see, Words of weakness when U sent for me, I float like a butterfly and sting like wu-killa-bee.
Con-stant-lEE I|m like coffee granules dissolvin into yah flow IN-STANT-LEEaa
Not IN-CRED-IB-LEEamy flavour|s the strongest even though the content is 9/10 you.
You think yah shine ? well I|m bringin down the huea..now what yah gonna do ?a.sue ?
You stumble without a clue to the BOOK-OF-DOPE-RAPS, but the authors name make|s you collapse.
"8-4-E" makin quaint-non-essential opponents use CAPS for PHAT text in tha relapse.
I|ll change yah gene to dead pool and call you QUINT-Eastwood, do you feel lucky ?a.GOOD.
I|ll beat yah RAWHIDE with a plank a wood like yah daddy did back in yah childhood.
Now that order is understooda..Bring tha blooda.
Quintessential
I blaze mics like infernos/with strength that's eternal
Keep records of foes I disposed in rhyme journals
Internal/ location where divine style originates
I unleash the verse,/You watch your dynasty disintegrate
Penetrate your mental state,/Have you bitchin' throwin tantrums
As I overtake your nation and turn my rhymes into it's anthem
You're cursed/ once my murderous verse bursts and gets recited
I'll change the state of your Kingdom from United to Divided
Quintessential Rhyme Lord/ Been rippin' mics since early centuries
In archives of time/ the scribes of rhyme will keep my legacy
While you stand here and spew forth useless drivel
I time- traveled/ battled/ the Sphinx and made him resort to telling riddles
Founded science and culture/ and kept the Rhythm like a metronome
Threw tyrants from thrones/and inscribed my poems in Rosetta Stones
Wonderous words, that native sons mistook for miracles
Religious experience, for every verse comes from my spiritual
Pitiful/ the adjective that best describes my opponent
I originate styles, while, like genetic engineers you seek to clone it
A moment/ of silence before I come down from metaphysical
Planes, burn you in flames and leave no trace of residuals...
(PAUSE)
There's no question as to who represents perfection in this session
84E/step to me and get broke down like digestion
Suggestion/ Forfeit the title, you paper- thin champ
Before I get all up in your skin, like a bio-chip implant
Like the Mark of the Beast/ my rhymes ingrained in your brain, permanent
Confiscate your lyric manuscripts/ first, ban the shit/ and then I'm burnin' it
Infinite rhyme capacity/ Supreme with vocal mastery
Impressive/ Oppressing 84E with fierce audacity
Thought you could see Q/ but got deceived by rhyme mirages
Regardless/ your style is way overrated just like NAS is
Collages of lyrics will leave you lost like your innocence
I'm damn good,/ slam hoods/ and take your manhood like IMPOTENCE
In a sense/I'm chill natured but in battles I get sadistic
Dennis Rodman on mics,/ kickin' "E" in his BALL-istics
My syllable sword sharpened/ time for slicin kids
You just lost your intimidation factor like Mike Tyson did
When he lost to Holyfield/ Holy Shields/ can't even protect you
I see no reason to, /so punk, I don't respect you!
Just for competin' with me your sorry ass should give apologies
Or my rap right hook/ will leave you shook/ like seismology
Contemplate suicide, best way to end the pain/of defeat, your obselete and simply can't maintain
In the mic marathon/ every verse becomes a paragon
Turn you slave when I control Black Minds like Louis Farrakhan
If you're not Black,/ get slaughtered like lambs/ the mental dead flock
In rhyme you look out of place, like a whiteboy with dreadlocks
Head shots/ crumble your physical, crush your cerebral
Body left on floor/ curled in a position known as fetal
With real MC's your juvenile style shouldn't be mingling
Put down that cyber- mic and jet your ass back to En-ga-land
Make sure that in rhymes your crusty lips never be mentionin' me
Give your first title/to it's rightful/ owner, Empty Emcee
You're done, finished, period, end of story
Cuz 84E/ to me/ sounds more like E-40... WACK!!!!