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11-16-2015, 06:50 AM
The Verbal Vortex - Jan 22nd 2000
Jack Napier-
Step up J-Roc and watch you Jaw Lock
as I Jack Rookie Orators Constantly(J-ROC) on their own block
as I rock non stop making each member of your crew drop
telling ya to avoid water down hip hop as I blow up you spot
battles fought and won under the sun
by nightfall, another emcees done
run when you hear vocals of Napier as I smash you bi-focals
leaving staggered when judges count the vote totals
a blow out as I rout another emcee in a lyrical bout
step up like a warrior and get knocked out
loss of clout for your flows resemble a drout
broken and dry with no movement as the crowd is still
while I hold lyrical steel, I put ya to sleep like NyQuil
ya get ya fill, as I Drill more Regiments than Paris island Sergeants
stand on block and witness the bombardment
reckless as I make you sport a twine necklass and make you bungie jump
for trying to bring funk with an emcee similiar to Prf. Clumb
phat to exact as mic and my mind make contact
refract lenses of vision and you still couldn't see Jack
wack vocalist fall victim to vicious lyricist
taking it serious as I bomb you chin, don't feel delirious
hear this so you can fear this off line
in your real world you mental is still mine
comtemplating on the terror of my rhyme
J-Roc eliminating before his own time,
laid to rest by one of the Best
lyrical hot ones melted you vest to penetrate you chest
exposed heart connects with a poisonous dart
making you dome like the Red Sea, prepare to part.
Jack Napier-
The Syndicate
Corporate Cilla
ICU
J-Roc-
hat first one was a fuck up, anyway--------
I get up in that ass quick fast with a verbal blast
Hit the stash-don't rhyme a check that ass can't cash
Slash--your soul's on ice like rass kass
Fuck internet-meet me on the ave-I'll curb that trash
We take stands-box in hand-me and my fam
You came at me--but your best man's hollerin DAMN
Cause he heard that shit I just said-had his neck red
From the steady flow from his ears-throbs his head
Your next--the NAPPIER the better-flood your sweater
As you get your shit pushed back in letters-get redder
From embarassment--I'm gunnin dope like heroin
Like the mobb you shook as fuck as you starin in
My eyes-visualize your death, your last breath
You gave your best, lyrics hit your chest, eternal rest
I'm callin the bluff-I said you didn't weigh enough
So rough, so tough--come with fluff and get scuffed
Like leathers--I'm hittin fifties while you huff
The aromatic vapors of my sublime rhyme
You eat swine while I'm on time with verbal crimes
While you think mines is lockin-I'm tappin your jaw
I'm shinin without flaws-who wanna battle-draw straws
None of your crew wants a suicide mission
Freestyle expidition,dome hittin, rhymes never bitten
Needin oven mittens for the hot shit I'm spittin
Rockin hats like I'm fishin-go out this way-it's fittin
Like Nas it was written-endless flows you gettin
Receivin-callin retreat-y'all cats is fleein
Tryin to be what I'm bein-the illest in MCin
Soon you'll be in my camp-crew screamin treason
My rhymes are head-squeezin, fatal mental diseasin
Lyrics addicting like crack-while you slack
I blow your back-hit the road JACK
Jack Napier-
You chances are slim as-
Mike Tyson getting into college
the US goverment release true knowledge
a Puff Daddy concert on the West
you surving the battle with a lyrical vest
Larry Holmes pushing Jenny Craig
Al Bundy being happy with Peg
A gansta rapper who is a real gun clapper
Giving normal names to children by Frank Zapper.
Now that you know you have no chance....
Breaking off competitors as they step in my sector
eating emcees you alive, hence the name MC Lector
Like Brotha Lynch welcome to your own death
more tragic than Magic starring in Macbeth
Did you forget that I break pricks who come with wack shit
death explicit like C-Bo its murder he writ
lyrical 187 as I vocal cords a murdered on rap boards
claiming you naming emcees you gaming but you take it up the ass like Traci Lords
in hoards you lack for Napier only to find destruction
all the phatness couldn't be took out by lyposuction
reduction of emcees like as I hypnotize your own crew
with but a few Jamming Recitals Oblivously Cutting(JROC) you
to pieces when I releases blowing you to feces
every man on your team is scattering like reeses.
Jack Napier-
The Syndicate
Corporate Cilla
ICU
J-Roc-
You say you're Jack Napier but you really Jack Inoff
Your shit's mad soft I leave you lost like Jimmy Hoff(a)
Stop with your lyrical masturbation, J-roc chasin
No idea of what you're facin, me and my whole nation
Tracin my tracks to try and rhyme like me,be like me
J-R-O-C, splittin Big Willies like blunts from Philly
Really, the reality of it is you're a lyrical fatality
You knew from jump, but insisted to battle me
I rattle the MC who wanna press up, open chests up
Light the sess up and I get wild--don't press up
Or leave yourself open for the fatal temple shot
Blew up your spot, rhymes exploded your knot
Cabbage, tear into your lyrical meat like a savage
You asked for the fly shit--go ahead, you can have it
I hand my shit to wack cats like club party flyers
Can withstand rhyme arsonists with verbal fires
Sire is what the rap game calls me, nothin but royalty
Hot waters can't boil me, can't follow through to foil me
Spoil me, all your boys is yellin "look what son wrote!"
Your a verbal corpse, I'm in a cloud of lyric gunsmoke
Jack Napier-
Last and final round that I pound
Jerking Revolting Orators Constantly(J-ROC) to the ground
surround you dome with words amplified by chrome
I'm prone to dethrone emcees that claim that their skills are honed
and Shapre but I come Sterling because I get the crowd Mile High
welcome to the Stadium, where's ya boys, my crew laid em
out, streched as if they were elastic, c-4 to your door, plastic
explosives corrisive to rhymes put next to mine by design with volitile tactics
automatics rain free, too little carcass for an autopsy
prey to God that the referee stops me
the bout, not in doubt, J-Roc got knocked out
broadcast blocked out of your hood,
in the post-fight, intereview, I say its all good
then you wake up for your nightmare
realised that it was a dream that you battled Jack Napier.
Good battle main, who is your crew.
Jack Napier-
The Syndicate
Corporate Cilla
ICU
J-Roc-
You knew to beware of the fearsome 16-year-old
Like your moms when you was bad-a lyrical scold
Writin rhymes to battle me is a move type bold
Heavy rhymes make you fold, head gets holed
From all the hot lyric shots, hittin up your block
Rap gun forever cocked, kids keep me in stock
I thought you knew what time it is-check the clock
Got you on lock--another victim of the illest, J-Roc
Loose lips sink ships, son I advise you don't slip
My razor shit makes your face rip, blazin from the hip
My rhyme bumps be makin your lyric CD skip
Jumpin ship as soon as you hear science from my lip
You call your self Jack Napier--call me Jack Frost
My frozen, barren rhymes leave your mentals tossed
With me rippin you like I do, the whole point was lost
Gonna defeat you Jack Napier-at any or all costs
I bring mic wreck, leavin rookie lyricists vexed
My rhymes are a hex, cursin the verbal vortex
Round 3, Jack please enjoy your last breath
Cause your scattered rhyme parts is all that's left
Nice battle, you got some dope shits. Anyway, you gets respect from me. Collab? Maybe?
Jack Napier-
Step up J-Roc and watch you Jaw Lock
as I Jack Rookie Orators Constantly(J-ROC) on their own block
as I rock non stop making each member of your crew drop
telling ya to avoid water down hip hop as I blow up you spot
battles fought and won under the sun
by nightfall, another emcees done
run when you hear vocals of Napier as I smash you bi-focals
leaving staggered when judges count the vote totals
a blow out as I rout another emcee in a lyrical bout
step up like a warrior and get knocked out
loss of clout for your flows resemble a drout
broken and dry with no movement as the crowd is still
while I hold lyrical steel, I put ya to sleep like NyQuil
ya get ya fill, as I Drill more Regiments than Paris island Sergeants
stand on block and witness the bombardment
reckless as I make you sport a twine necklass and make you bungie jump
for trying to bring funk with an emcee similiar to Prf. Clumb
phat to exact as mic and my mind make contact
refract lenses of vision and you still couldn't see Jack
wack vocalist fall victim to vicious lyricist
taking it serious as I bomb you chin, don't feel delirious
hear this so you can fear this off line
in your real world you mental is still mine
comtemplating on the terror of my rhyme
J-Roc eliminating before his own time,
laid to rest by one of the Best
lyrical hot ones melted you vest to penetrate you chest
exposed heart connects with a poisonous dart
making you dome like the Red Sea, prepare to part.
Jack Napier-
The Syndicate
Corporate Cilla
ICU
J-Roc-
hat first one was a fuck up, anyway--------
I get up in that ass quick fast with a verbal blast
Hit the stash-don't rhyme a check that ass can't cash
Slash--your soul's on ice like rass kass
Fuck internet-meet me on the ave-I'll curb that trash
We take stands-box in hand-me and my fam
You came at me--but your best man's hollerin DAMN
Cause he heard that shit I just said-had his neck red
From the steady flow from his ears-throbs his head
Your next--the NAPPIER the better-flood your sweater
As you get your shit pushed back in letters-get redder
From embarassment--I'm gunnin dope like heroin
Like the mobb you shook as fuck as you starin in
My eyes-visualize your death, your last breath
You gave your best, lyrics hit your chest, eternal rest
I'm callin the bluff-I said you didn't weigh enough
So rough, so tough--come with fluff and get scuffed
Like leathers--I'm hittin fifties while you huff
The aromatic vapors of my sublime rhyme
You eat swine while I'm on time with verbal crimes
While you think mines is lockin-I'm tappin your jaw
I'm shinin without flaws-who wanna battle-draw straws
None of your crew wants a suicide mission
Freestyle expidition,dome hittin, rhymes never bitten
Needin oven mittens for the hot shit I'm spittin
Rockin hats like I'm fishin-go out this way-it's fittin
Like Nas it was written-endless flows you gettin
Receivin-callin retreat-y'all cats is fleein
Tryin to be what I'm bein-the illest in MCin
Soon you'll be in my camp-crew screamin treason
My rhymes are head-squeezin, fatal mental diseasin
Lyrics addicting like crack-while you slack
I blow your back-hit the road JACK
Jack Napier-
You chances are slim as-
Mike Tyson getting into college
the US goverment release true knowledge
a Puff Daddy concert on the West
you surving the battle with a lyrical vest
Larry Holmes pushing Jenny Craig
Al Bundy being happy with Peg
A gansta rapper who is a real gun clapper
Giving normal names to children by Frank Zapper.
Now that you know you have no chance....
Breaking off competitors as they step in my sector
eating emcees you alive, hence the name MC Lector
Like Brotha Lynch welcome to your own death
more tragic than Magic starring in Macbeth
Did you forget that I break pricks who come with wack shit
death explicit like C-Bo its murder he writ
lyrical 187 as I vocal cords a murdered on rap boards
claiming you naming emcees you gaming but you take it up the ass like Traci Lords
in hoards you lack for Napier only to find destruction
all the phatness couldn't be took out by lyposuction
reduction of emcees like as I hypnotize your own crew
with but a few Jamming Recitals Oblivously Cutting(JROC) you
to pieces when I releases blowing you to feces
every man on your team is scattering like reeses.
Jack Napier-
The Syndicate
Corporate Cilla
ICU
J-Roc-
You say you're Jack Napier but you really Jack Inoff
Your shit's mad soft I leave you lost like Jimmy Hoff(a)
Stop with your lyrical masturbation, J-roc chasin
No idea of what you're facin, me and my whole nation
Tracin my tracks to try and rhyme like me,be like me
J-R-O-C, splittin Big Willies like blunts from Philly
Really, the reality of it is you're a lyrical fatality
You knew from jump, but insisted to battle me
I rattle the MC who wanna press up, open chests up
Light the sess up and I get wild--don't press up
Or leave yourself open for the fatal temple shot
Blew up your spot, rhymes exploded your knot
Cabbage, tear into your lyrical meat like a savage
You asked for the fly shit--go ahead, you can have it
I hand my shit to wack cats like club party flyers
Can withstand rhyme arsonists with verbal fires
Sire is what the rap game calls me, nothin but royalty
Hot waters can't boil me, can't follow through to foil me
Spoil me, all your boys is yellin "look what son wrote!"
Your a verbal corpse, I'm in a cloud of lyric gunsmoke
Jack Napier-
Last and final round that I pound
Jerking Revolting Orators Constantly(J-ROC) to the ground
surround you dome with words amplified by chrome
I'm prone to dethrone emcees that claim that their skills are honed
and Shapre but I come Sterling because I get the crowd Mile High
welcome to the Stadium, where's ya boys, my crew laid em
out, streched as if they were elastic, c-4 to your door, plastic
explosives corrisive to rhymes put next to mine by design with volitile tactics
automatics rain free, too little carcass for an autopsy
prey to God that the referee stops me
the bout, not in doubt, J-Roc got knocked out
broadcast blocked out of your hood,
in the post-fight, intereview, I say its all good
then you wake up for your nightmare
realised that it was a dream that you battled Jack Napier.
Good battle main, who is your crew.
Jack Napier-
The Syndicate
Corporate Cilla
ICU
J-Roc-
You knew to beware of the fearsome 16-year-old
Like your moms when you was bad-a lyrical scold
Writin rhymes to battle me is a move type bold
Heavy rhymes make you fold, head gets holed
From all the hot lyric shots, hittin up your block
Rap gun forever cocked, kids keep me in stock
I thought you knew what time it is-check the clock
Got you on lock--another victim of the illest, J-Roc
Loose lips sink ships, son I advise you don't slip
My razor shit makes your face rip, blazin from the hip
My rhyme bumps be makin your lyric CD skip
Jumpin ship as soon as you hear science from my lip
You call your self Jack Napier--call me Jack Frost
My frozen, barren rhymes leave your mentals tossed
With me rippin you like I do, the whole point was lost
Gonna defeat you Jack Napier-at any or all costs
I bring mic wreck, leavin rookie lyricists vexed
My rhymes are a hex, cursin the verbal vortex
Round 3, Jack please enjoy your last breath
Cause your scattered rhyme parts is all that's left
Nice battle, you got some dope shits. Anyway, you gets respect from me. Collab? Maybe?