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sral
11-16-2015, 06:43 AM
Ashantis Tourney - Oct 8th 2000


Zircon

My theology, emcompasses microphones and knowledge born,
So worlds become torn, and sinful Hell Dwella gets scorned,
Like a bastard sun, but you're dimming, in my vision swimming,
Running amuck like lemmings, you must evacuate this freestyle building,
Cause your flows are over-exemplified, word to Cassius Clay,
Before the Mecca travels, so now i must rip out your vertebrae,
I heard you say, your style is similar to historical figures,
In concept that is true, they are dead and so are you,
In battle, you get no love, like tennis,
You're stout not phat, so i guess i'll call you Guiness,
But you ain't in no World Book of Records, you're unrecordable,
I got more to throw, so catch these radiant ra ras overflowing you,
Showing you, the way to an untimely departure,
>From Greyhound via Gate number 7, so inhale this fire starter,
I develop like Kodak prints in the minds of all reading,
Impeding your venture to the championship round, your flows bleeding,
Must have been that letter "I", stabbing you like a gang of Mexicans,
So your essays are dying from encountering that UFO,
Unidentified Freestyling Oratorical, some say my style is orbital,
Guess they didn't know, i carry rhymes like they're portables,
My skills rip-up any verse sounding horrible, i'm that demi-god unfuckwittable,
Like Jamal, plus i fade em all without clippers, yo, back of your head has bumps like pickles,
Sicking kid, get some sauce for that head kitchen,
That's why your flow is over piled, head gasping for oxygen,
And saying everything possible, plus i bet you write flows with thesauruses,
Proposterous, my skills are fully enhanced like scanned photographs of ostriches,
So protect your neck, i get open like Method on cocaine laced marijuana,
In other words Tical, so bring your best to this sauna,
And still get heated, you need it to shed that celluloid,
Like Saran wrap, i ban wack, so you should stand back,
I break free like Willy and these styles aren't premeditated,
So get my scrotum sideways like sidewinders, while standing there decapitated...



Hell Dwella

Coming with Ill Terms, Terminal, destroying your internal//
To the external, as I come tight with lyrical, empirical//
My MIC'S Hell, Micheal, but I never fake JAX-Son//
That's left up to you, instead I be the Angelo of MIC'S//
Creating masterpieces on checks, leaving you running in your imitation NIKE'S//
Trying to "just do it", but you can't against a real emcee//
Who Drops more Gems to diamonds then the stars in the galaxy//
And when my MIC Shine's like galactic stars, it explodes like Supa Nova's//
Incinerating all opponents, and blinding all on lookers eye's//
Breaken em down to the demise, now realize//
When any emcee gwon tess, they only lose their lives//
An the next victim is Zircon, a mineral USED in the industry//
So in Cracker terms, a bitch to hiphop, who get's dissolved by my lyrical acidity//
Cuz minerals only get dissolved by Hell Dwella's acidity//
And even so called "hard", metal minerals, melt, at the degree's, I flip lyrically//
My Vocabulary burns, you down, quick like ferns, Hell's Fire flame's intense//
Like infernos, rapidly, steadily, prolifically, and fiercely, plinth of my concrete foundation//
My propensity for burning down opponents intensely, burns for all eternity, lyrical emulation//
Of Catastrophic Phenomenons Naturally, every time I spark the M.~~I.~~C.//
Analyzation's of Zircons mineral anatomy, be, tha molecular structure can't withstand the heat intensity//
Transforming to a liquid state, like "Terminator" in "II", self destruction//
When exposing yourself to lava flows, My Style, and lyric's are sooo damn hot, They evaporate every single atom of your mineral composition//
Til your essence is nothing, and your weak lines are no longer slurred//
It's a lyrical 187, don't even call the paramedic's, cuz Zircon's existence just got blurred//
Erased, now only chalk fragments, mark the spot of decimation, and evaporation//
Your weak water flows, which carry your eroded mineral physical aren't even competition//
Against Hell Dwella's Lava Flow, kid, no offence, but seriously, face it, it's clear like day//
You've been smoked, every which way, by this one man "Militi" army//
Kid I'll call you MICHEAL cuz you DOUG your LAS Grave, while trying to be Brave//
Kid I'll Call you CARL-SON (Carlton) cuz your style's so wack it can't be saved//
Hell'z I'll even call you ROBBEN HOOD cuz your skills can't pay no bills//
Fuck it, I'll call you Ru-Paul, cuz your style DRAG's, like a faggots Dilz//
Nah, wait I'll call you planter's, cuz your peanuts got no butter, nor are they smooth//
Hmmmm, hold up, I'll call you STATION-HAIRY PALMS (Stationary, PSALMS) cuz your flows don't even move//
XXXXX-ED out XXXX-ED, Kid you just got Wrecked.............................
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~REBUTTALS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~
Zircon, your theology is inaccurate, "emcompasses"?//
No such words exist, (M to N), therefore your microphones, and knowledge are false images//
"Bastard suns" stand strong alone, while shining bright//
In lyrical fights, while using depth perception of the third sight//
The only thing that gets torn are your molecules//
You wouldn't know gems if you worked 24/7 with Jewels//
As a Jeweler, your definitely not a physicist, cuz hell's fire can't be scorned//
Kid your the one dimming, mentally dull, who can't swim in water's warm//
Where great white predator, sharks engulf the weak prey//
Or the suicidal lemmings that run off the cliffs cuz they//
Can't take the heat, hmmm, your obviously not a teacher, cuz lemmings don't run amuck//
They actually harmless creatures, so I guess your the lemming, and I am the lyricist amok//
Which means the same thing as amuck, that I flow in a violent frenzy//
On microphones, I don't know of any emcee, who dares to test me//
So in rebuttal, if we talk skillz, your the weaker and should "Evacuate this freestyle building//
Go back to OZ where you cross play the lion, and scare crow, always running//
Off with the mouth, with incorrect knowledge cuz your brainless//
And cowardly, cuz I know you screaming, "Make this death painless"//
But fuck it, true warriors never show mercy/ nor do they show and sympathy//
What? I'm "Over-exemplified", you mean I like to show examples, yeah, it gives understandability//
To all who imprint my words into their retina, computed by their mentality/
memory//
It's called coming "tight", words you do not understand//
Who's Cassius Clay? Hmmmm, it seams your the one who's getting turned to sand//
By the lyrical heat of the degree's/ I flip vocabularies/ On the regular//
Your gonna rip out my vertebrae?, WoW!, that's original!, I'll slice your jugular//
With just a glance, cuz my looks strike fear, and leave heads speechless//
Bringing night terrors, leaving them tossed and turned, sleepless//
You can't escape this Mecca that travels through minds only to enlighten//
And destroy emcees who test, when I twist my verbal storm, and spark lightening//
I'm Similar to historical figures in spiritual characteristic's//
Not physical essence, hmmm, add another idiot to the nations retard statistic's//
And kid, I'm still alive, your view's are retrospective, cuz your the one who's dead//
Portraying historical figures in physical essence, "Douglas", cuz you've just lost your head//
So proclaim's the guillotine/ germs like you get washed away with lysterine//
Hmmmm, and you don't like tennis, I guess you prefer to lust, and hit real balls//
Bouncing off your chin, you must suck big cock, and bounce huge balls//
Cuz your fucked up mentally, what kind of word is "Guiness"?
A name of a book your in? Hmmmm, how interesten
"O" I see, your the worlds biggest ball sucker, with the cheapest ass to bums, affordable//
Striking up world "faggotism" records, with numbers are un recordable//
And your right my numbers in lyrical execution are so astronomical//
They are un recordable with a space, coming correct, with tight flows lyrical//
"ra ras"? Hmm, you need some school? Hells read though the lines, you've already been schooled//
Beat down, melted, dematerialized, evaporated, with lyrical hits so hard, your whole family got scarred//
So it's you "timely departure", cut the "un", cuz you + your weak lyric's equals your time to die, being now//
Hmmmm, "Greyhound", I thought that was a bus, and busses are normally slow, so I guess your telling me I will be here forever, wow//
Thanks, Now I know you realize my lyrical prowess, you should have said, ~light-speed via space and time~//
Kid, most of your rhyme lines, are false, or stupid, if heads really read what your saying, check this line//
"Impeding your venture to the championship round", hmmm, your saying your hindering//
My lyrical prowess which is phat enough to make the finals, but your not stopping nothing//
Why not say, ummm, ~Lyrical techniques stop, and incarcerate your styles like traffic patrols for freak violations~//
Or "I develop like Kodak", how many times have I herd that shit, Quintessential, we got a shark bitting, pride deterioration//
Kid your skillz only orbits real heads like flies, looking to taste, and feed off their %100 pure sugar//
Kid, you just got flipped "360 degree's, and shot down like that head packing twin luggers//
I, ring up more rhymes, then a sex line, phone line, I rhyme more then nursery nannies, but more graphic then hieroglyphics//
Not needing oxygen, cuz Lyrical God, are everlasting, and cannot be stopped, wounds are not able to penetrate my anatomic presents//
No need for thesauruses, maybe that's what you use, but lyrical gods, got supreme mental abilities//
So go "Free Willy" from the zipper up your faggot ass, kid, I blast, lyrical procreation of enhanced styles, that impregnate your mothers fetal shaft//

~~~~~~~~~~~BoOm~~~~~~~~~
Hell Dwella, Wins Another.............

P.S. learn how to fucking spell, and stop fucking making up words.....
My knowledge is enhanced the greatest, proving you cannot even beat me with false words.....
Or real words, kid, you rock same sex, willies, while I blow up entire worlds to galaxies
On mic checks........