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11-16-2015, 06:45 AM
Davey D's Board - Jan 22nd 2000
Zircon-
I see a lack of stamina, perspiration filtration from your brow,
Your best metaphors were used too early, pre-ejaculation you vowed,
Now, my most strengent verses are released,
Lyrical masterpieces stabbing you like thorns atop the head of Jesus,
Crisom hemoglobin i got you spitting, it was written,
That i would rule the Earth and all within,
Zircon, melancholy crusader with mics and faders,
The number one playa hater cause most of them are fakers,
Like yourself, your props are snatched right from your esophagus,
You rhyme like Snuffalupagus in an ant hill metropolis,
Feast your eyes of this, the braniac with metaphysical shit,
More than fully eqipped to rid you of your existence in a zip,
Or a jiffy, don't try to change your style now like Bill Bixby,
Cause even when you're hulking, i'll death grip you like a Vulcan,
Robert Downey, Jr. coke addicted, your mind's evicted,
Of anything that's fresh, the shit you wrote, you bit it,
I get things rolling like grandma pins on corn batter,
Just 150 pounds but every cat says that i'm phatter,
Mad hatter, i crash your whole thought processes like stock markets,
From the Atlanta border, dirty ill lyrics make me the darkest,
Phenomenal astrological deity from outer terrains,
Rack brains like dentures acquire coffee stains,
Get off me main, in your words, i even make your dialect better spoken,
No joking, battling me, you will definately get no wins,
My datas higher based, Silicon Valley CEO,
Meaning i'm Cosmically Ergometric Omnipotent, no seeing me bro,
All emceeing, so how you think a human being,
Like yourself can rip concepts and fresher disses,
The point, you missed it, follow the radius of my freestyles for a while,
As it circumcizes the Delta Quadrant like newborn male childs,
I land mine freestyle boards, if you step to me, you're dead,
Let this get to your head, have the spot you stand seeing red,
So dig me Jack, you cool but on mental planes i'm cellestial explosions,
Whole universes i'm roasting, rhyming crazily like loco-motion.
S.U.I.O.
ICU/SIXTH DERIVATIVE
Jack Napier-
We have yet to get heated
after the vote totals you will swear you were cheated
defeated handly by a word master
verb blaster as I plaster you verse because I draw faster
than most as I hit your coast with a funk overdose
then after all is said and done, you crew will know you didn't come close
but I toast you pluck but you got stuck with flows you can't duck
when I buck you hollow points because your points have no substance
I admire you persistance but laugh at you resistance
distance is too great for you to overcome
try to consume one line can indigestion
here's Maalox as you are admitted to detox
for being punch drunk, as I clamp your jaw with master locks
grill-locks permanently as you stagger, and stumble
your whole world starts to crumble
four walls of your mind closin in my friend
you're near end as your rank descends to number 10
got KOed by a heavywieght coming like Tyson
icin' competition coming soft like Peabo Bryson
but bring you flows to Holy lyrics to the battle field
and watch me blow you shit to pieces as if you were unskilled
but meet the illed for your fate is sealed
before the battles over, Zircon would have kneeled.
Jack Napier-
The Syndicate
Corporate Cilla
ICU
Zircon-
The possibilty of you coming to this battle and winning,
Is like the possibility of God sinning, what you defending,
My lyrics, claustrophobisize your whole anatomy,
Guess you stepped into the darkness quite tragically,
Emphatically i create oral bolos, your flows are major dusted,
Again your skills will be leaked like termite holes in wooden buckets,
Fuck it, i plaster kids like dry wall, so Napier is getting stuck,
To the animated interior designer with keyboardial numb chucks,
You struck the wrong nerve, get served like Bennigans,
I'm skinning dim lighted emcees to the brink of lost limbs again,
Cli-clack, uh oh, that's the sound of the gat,
Well, really that's the sound of me four point cracking your back,
You slack in this battle, thus you must lack the skills,
I reel you in like rainbow trout, then have a meal,
You best rap from a distance, cause your ability resembles an apprentice,
So your sentence is grinding your scrotum in hot rod engines,
You frolicked with danger, rearranged your pattern of rebuttle,
Got you standing idle, i'm lifting off like NASA shuttles,
With no explosion, my style holds more secrets than Toni Braxton,
So anyway you battle, you still get an unwanted reaction,
Moonshine, i burn through intestinal tracts skaving flesh,
Jack you seem to be spitting up slaiva rotten, but i'm fresh, no contest.
S.U.I.O.
ICU/SIXTH DERIVATIVE
Zircon-
The transition that i was flipping, left kids wondering why submissions,
From the Jack man wasn't happening, he got ignored like PBS shows on
fishing,
Listen, my criteria is always steering the masses,
Napier received a thousand lashes leaving your back sagging like molasses
, Your rhymes are past tense, i got the phat dense lyrics for your diet,
When i XL like Chino, my soul burns through ice causing riots,
Your head i flied it, i mean flew, phlem in throat hock pew it,
Yeah you knew it, that you'd fall off like Howard Hewett,
I receive more accolades than Broadway plays,
And amaze kids like Ringling Brothers circus acrobatics in a lion cage,
So, you get props for stepping to the ill demigod,
But get them taken away like Luke's manhood in the state pen getting anal
scarred.
S.U.I.O.
ICU/SIXTH DERIVATIVE
Jack Napier-
Kept zircon close in the slow chase
now time to hit 2 second gear in the race
make haste before I lay demigods to waste
forever chaste due impotency, leaving zircon in emergency
call the clergy, zircon's death is a gurney
tried to warn me that lyrical homicide is addicting
why ripping emcees heating them up like Kendalling
as sting Hornets with Supersonic phonics while crushing zircons Ebonics
Miracle tonics needed after I leave ya Smoking and stranded like swiss family
Robinson
I know I got you head bobbing son, wiping the boards clean as if I was
Dennis Rodham
steading got zircon sobbing, animated demigods get played like the Hobgoblin
by Peter Parker but watch as you future gets darker
death becomes you like the career of Bob Barker
but the Price is Right on you soul as I consume it whole
exhale the you spirit and let the story be told
of how a mortal man defeat a subnatural perpetrator of wackness
you need practice before you even try to attack this
coming up against the phattest thinking you're the baddest
as I'm more on point that a three prong catcus
draw your next scroll and watch the rise of the death toll
the battle is heating up but a the rebuttal is best served cold.
Jack Napier-
The Syndicate
Corporate Cilla
ICU
Zircon-
I see a lack of stamina, perspiration filtration from your brow,
Your best metaphors were used too early, pre-ejaculation you vowed,
Now, my most strengent verses are released,
Lyrical masterpieces stabbing you like thorns atop the head of Jesus,
Crisom hemoglobin i got you spitting, it was written,
That i would rule the Earth and all within,
Zircon, melancholy crusader with mics and faders,
The number one playa hater cause most of them are fakers,
Like yourself, your props are snatched right from your esophagus,
You rhyme like Snuffalupagus in an ant hill metropolis,
Feast your eyes of this, the braniac with metaphysical shit,
More than fully eqipped to rid you of your existence in a zip,
Or a jiffy, don't try to change your style now like Bill Bixby,
Cause even when you're hulking, i'll death grip you like a Vulcan,
Robert Downey, Jr. coke addicted, your mind's evicted,
Of anything that's fresh, the shit you wrote, you bit it,
I get things rolling like grandma pins on corn batter,
Just 150 pounds but every cat says that i'm phatter,
Mad hatter, i crash your whole thought processes like stock markets,
From the Atlanta border, dirty ill lyrics make me the darkest,
Phenomenal astrological deity from outer terrains,
Rack brains like dentures acquire coffee stains,
Get off me main, in your words, i even make your dialect better spoken,
No joking, battling me, you will definately get no wins,
My datas higher based, Silicon Valley CEO,
Meaning i'm Cosmically Ergometric Omnipotent, no seeing me bro,
All emceeing, so how you think a human being,
Like yourself can rip concepts and fresher disses,
The point, you missed it, follow the radius of my freestyles for a while,
As it circumcizes the Delta Quadrant like newborn male childs,
I land mine freestyle boards, if you step to me, you're dead,
Let this get to your head, have the spot you stand seeing red,
So dig me Jack, you cool but on mental planes i'm cellestial explosions,
Whole universes i'm roasting, rhyming crazily like loco-motion.
S.U.I.O.
ICU/SIXTH DERIVATIVE
Jack Napier-
We have yet to get heated
after the vote totals you will swear you were cheated
defeated handly by a word master
verb blaster as I plaster you verse because I draw faster
than most as I hit your coast with a funk overdose
then after all is said and done, you crew will know you didn't come close
but I toast you pluck but you got stuck with flows you can't duck
when I buck you hollow points because your points have no substance
I admire you persistance but laugh at you resistance
distance is too great for you to overcome
try to consume one line can indigestion
here's Maalox as you are admitted to detox
for being punch drunk, as I clamp your jaw with master locks
grill-locks permanently as you stagger, and stumble
your whole world starts to crumble
four walls of your mind closin in my friend
you're near end as your rank descends to number 10
got KOed by a heavywieght coming like Tyson
icin' competition coming soft like Peabo Bryson
but bring you flows to Holy lyrics to the battle field
and watch me blow you shit to pieces as if you were unskilled
but meet the illed for your fate is sealed
before the battles over, Zircon would have kneeled.
Jack Napier-
The Syndicate
Corporate Cilla
ICU
Zircon-
The possibilty of you coming to this battle and winning,
Is like the possibility of God sinning, what you defending,
My lyrics, claustrophobisize your whole anatomy,
Guess you stepped into the darkness quite tragically,
Emphatically i create oral bolos, your flows are major dusted,
Again your skills will be leaked like termite holes in wooden buckets,
Fuck it, i plaster kids like dry wall, so Napier is getting stuck,
To the animated interior designer with keyboardial numb chucks,
You struck the wrong nerve, get served like Bennigans,
I'm skinning dim lighted emcees to the brink of lost limbs again,
Cli-clack, uh oh, that's the sound of the gat,
Well, really that's the sound of me four point cracking your back,
You slack in this battle, thus you must lack the skills,
I reel you in like rainbow trout, then have a meal,
You best rap from a distance, cause your ability resembles an apprentice,
So your sentence is grinding your scrotum in hot rod engines,
You frolicked with danger, rearranged your pattern of rebuttle,
Got you standing idle, i'm lifting off like NASA shuttles,
With no explosion, my style holds more secrets than Toni Braxton,
So anyway you battle, you still get an unwanted reaction,
Moonshine, i burn through intestinal tracts skaving flesh,
Jack you seem to be spitting up slaiva rotten, but i'm fresh, no contest.
S.U.I.O.
ICU/SIXTH DERIVATIVE
Zircon-
The transition that i was flipping, left kids wondering why submissions,
From the Jack man wasn't happening, he got ignored like PBS shows on
fishing,
Listen, my criteria is always steering the masses,
Napier received a thousand lashes leaving your back sagging like molasses
, Your rhymes are past tense, i got the phat dense lyrics for your diet,
When i XL like Chino, my soul burns through ice causing riots,
Your head i flied it, i mean flew, phlem in throat hock pew it,
Yeah you knew it, that you'd fall off like Howard Hewett,
I receive more accolades than Broadway plays,
And amaze kids like Ringling Brothers circus acrobatics in a lion cage,
So, you get props for stepping to the ill demigod,
But get them taken away like Luke's manhood in the state pen getting anal
scarred.
S.U.I.O.
ICU/SIXTH DERIVATIVE
Jack Napier-
Kept zircon close in the slow chase
now time to hit 2 second gear in the race
make haste before I lay demigods to waste
forever chaste due impotency, leaving zircon in emergency
call the clergy, zircon's death is a gurney
tried to warn me that lyrical homicide is addicting
why ripping emcees heating them up like Kendalling
as sting Hornets with Supersonic phonics while crushing zircons Ebonics
Miracle tonics needed after I leave ya Smoking and stranded like swiss family
Robinson
I know I got you head bobbing son, wiping the boards clean as if I was
Dennis Rodham
steading got zircon sobbing, animated demigods get played like the Hobgoblin
by Peter Parker but watch as you future gets darker
death becomes you like the career of Bob Barker
but the Price is Right on you soul as I consume it whole
exhale the you spirit and let the story be told
of how a mortal man defeat a subnatural perpetrator of wackness
you need practice before you even try to attack this
coming up against the phattest thinking you're the baddest
as I'm more on point that a three prong catcus
draw your next scroll and watch the rise of the death toll
the battle is heating up but a the rebuttal is best served cold.
Jack Napier-
The Syndicate
Corporate Cilla
ICU