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11-17-2015, 08:50 AM
ThaLandz - Dec 4th 1999
Hell Dwella:
"Hell Dwella: RoUnD Da RoUnD We Go" (Da Lyrical Ignition)
Visions Of Homicide, Fake Emcee Genocide, Eyes open wide//
Yes, This I see as I Fulfill the prophecies of Nostradomus to Zenock//
Sick Of Bullshit talkers, name bitters, and perpetrators, Dem all Talk//
"I do this, and that, and blank, blank, blank", Claiming to be Visionaries//
Mercenaries, glocks strapped down, hardcore, but reality concludes they fairies//
False prophets and preachers like Jimmy Baker, and Jerry Swagger//
All this bullshit they talken, and promoting, cutten out hiphops heart wit da dagger//
of evilness, when they caught they crying the devil made me do it//
But I your devil, and I never made you do shit, I just here to take it//
your worthless life, Cut out ya eyes with my lyrical buck knife//
Voodoo curse you like da serpent and the rainbow to damnation//
Another, steep in hiphop purification for hiphop glorification//
The truth be so pure, It got ya screaming like Wes craven// cuz you know this battles won, its your death, you just saw the raven//
Blacker than the space between your ears, your hollow head//
Lyrical lead, out tha mouth, always leave opponents dead//
To lyrical gods/ porcelain frauds fed, Seeing stars like Ptolemy//
As I Ill and Al Scratch your body to shit with torcher tactics on thee//
like a Vietnamese to a Vietnam war vet, wet ya set, my verbal arsenal is endless//
My force is strong, Luc Sky-Walker, Star Wars, You be defenseless//
As I attack time after time, like true warriors in ancient history//
fight bloody battles, hand to hand, with tha sword, and infantry//
Aggippa, Attilla, Arminus, Camillus, Catulus, Hammilcar, Hasdrubal//
Imperator, Lucullus, Marcellus, Odoacer, Pompey, Scripo, and Hannibal//
Acquire my territory in hiphop, for hiphop, and Protect it with wisdom, and skillz//
Like Ariovistus, Aurelian, Constantine, Commodus, and Cutiline, infantrator killz//
With finely calculated battle moves like Archimedes, I fight of "tha Fake emceez Disease//
Before it infects all of hiphop, this shit must stop! Now, and for good, Vaccinate tha Epidemic//
Regress its harmful effects, and burn its carriers dead bodies, when this verbal arsenic//
"lyrical Propane", Slayen demons like medieval knights in the days of gothic//
Quartering, de-gutting, stretching, stoning, torcher tactics catastrophic//
"CAT SCAN ANALYSIS: YOUR FREESTYLES ARE WACK//
You cant face the "PuRe HeLlFiRe", St8 up ya best step back//
before I separate ya body parts into millions of tinny molecules//
With my lyrical phazer disruptors, eliminating another jesta fool//
Making many of true kings laugh, Decius, tiberius, Gaseric, Nero//
Your freestyles lack content, and style, your emcee skillz equal Zero//
Therefore tha adaptation level phenomenon is you again reborn//
You dead once, dead twice, now dead for good, and your family can truly morn//
And as they cry, over your dead body, iz the moment I get high//
ly stimulated, for I know Iv done my job, as a hiphop purificationist//
Lyrical god, and a highly skilled, amazing, REDLINE lyrisist//
HELL DWELLA
REDLINE/AVI/ICU/SBF/FN/54R
"Shit Just Getten Started: Night Terrors"
MC NEW YORK:
Tasers, pepper spray, bullet proof protection
Give fake emcees constant erections
false prophets spew words without knowing meaning
but also quote verses not original just demeaning
check out http://www.angelfire.com
and you'll find hell dwella in not the bomb
but a repeating emcee with no skillz to freestlye
IN this lyrical marathon im ahead by a mile
oh yeah the rest of the address is ca/REDVENOM/index.html
and you'll find the same words spouted by my oponents Hell Dwell
so you see while MC NEW YORK is coming straight on the freestlye tip
Hell Dwella is quoting from the Redline page grip
Some advice for my foe, Freestlye's only please!!
I don't have time to battle ryhmes you wrote back in 85'
I dont mean to diss your click is straight butta, live
I just need fresh ryhmes to sustain my appetite
so let's continue on this lyrical flight
Im your host, captain, and even your seat mate
so its time for lyrical armegedon?? Well let's set a date
Not today cause i'm breaking Hell Dwella down to size
not tommorow cause i'm seeking the grand lyrical prize
In fact give me a call around the year 2-G
Cause only then will I be free
to end the reign of DISORDER
AND IMPLEMENT MC NEW YORK'S NEW WORLD ORDER
(ICU-DECEPTICONS)
yo hell dwella dont bother to change it we both know it was their
Round 2
Hell Dwella:
"Words Set Adrift....Owe DaZ Blizz" Hell Dwella
Arise from the Valley of the Kings by Powers Obea
Walk with the Jedi Force of Obe One Ben Canobie
More Bounty Than Killa, Head Huntaz Boa Fete
Rhymes Fly Higher, than a space rocket jet
out the earthly parameters, though new corridors
in the name of hiphop purification, Lyrical lords
Create Freestyles greata than mount Olympus
Liquid Acid, P.H. One, Burn, U degenerous
In comparison you smalla than a Phenacogrammus
interruptus, archaic, P.H. 12, utterly Basic
in da degree of acidity or alkalinity
No way in hell, you could eva beat a real emcee
for truths always fade the niggaz liven true lies
shit talkers, imitators, fakes, phonies, I despise
Dem materialize, before my very eyes
when I spark a mad ism in the mind, trough the mouth
I gets pure on the mic, while you gets dirtier than the south
spreaden false prophecies, a disgrace to hiphop
REDLINE comes through strong to put a stop
dead the situation, hiphop purification
As proclaimed by the prophet Zenock
I got this victory, like others down in lock
Sealed tighter than a blacks penitentiary cell
Rough skillz, merciless lyrisist st8 from hell
Red Flecked eyes like a puntinus stoluzkanus
At the very top like a brachydanio albolineatus
Lyrical god, rage, spirit of serrasalmo nattereri
Leave ya dead mista fraud, a.k.a. Puntis Schuberti
"Hell Dwella Dominus"
REDLINE/FN/ICU/SBF/AVI/54R
MC NEW YORK:
Decep my contender
render him defenseless
while I fuck with his anatomy by fooling his senses
into percieving a world where he is achieving
instead of reality where he is now leaving
Someone console his crew because they are all grieving
for his lyrical life but i had to take it
stripped him of his lyrical armor and left him buck-naked
some lines that he spouts i doubt he even comprehends
hom am i supposed to battle when my adversary cant defend?
what he says sounds cute and some even makes sense
but the rest are just nonsense words meant to impress
He may fool the rest, but you and I see
that words like phenacogrammas just dont exist
and Hell Dwella says names that just dont consist
of actual or fictional or even dimensional
i hope it was by ignorance and not intentional
for instance the Jedi known as Obi One last name is Kanobi
with a K not a C for those lyrical phonies
who name names and say words without hesitation
but actions come back to haunt like the ghosts at Far Point Station
so Hell Dwella come back and type your round 3 in a hurry
just remember, MAKE SENSE, USE REAL WORDS, AND DONT BITE KEITH MURRAY
and ill continue to bring hip-hop back to its roots
while all the phonies and zealouts quake in their boots
Shout out to my boy JC at USF...stay up 2000 is coming
1 love, 1 nation
DECEPTICONS/ICU representa'
RIP TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR (1971-1996)
Round 3
Hell Dwella:
"No MeRcY: REDLINE STYLE" HELL DWELLA
Open ya eyes and tell me what ya see//
Da battle field laced as a bloody cemetery//
bloodier than marry, drink da venom of the dead//
that once gave you life, before I took it, -n- hung ya head//
on my mantel of past opponents who gwon^tess//
them all got Lyrically deaded, maimed, and messed//
As I stormed their area like desert storm//
Took em out in the landz dungeon platform//
One by one, piece by piece dem all fell like da berlin wall//
Hiphop purification, killen all the germs with lyrical Lysol//
Cuz I sick of fucked up wack behaviorism//
thinken you can tess, but your style aint got no rhythm//
Like your favorite group "KISS", While mine like Mayfield//
to BB king, sound in depth perception, and dimension//
The attribution is your wack, tells the acoustic encoding//
White blood cells, fighting disease, to save the body from dying//
Burn fake emcees burn......for YOU must learn//
To stay the fuck out da hiphop culture cuz you just infect//
with your bullshit talk, bitten, and just fucked up dialect//
Take note of a real emcee, as I hit ya with verbal amphetamines//
That vanquish the imitators with ease, Leave em silent like mimes//
On cloud nine, as they realize my lyrics are Enlightening, and they beat//
Time after time, Hell Dwella, and REDLINE spell YOUR DEFEAT//
Boom by by, -N- you can only watch your own demise helplessly//
Mista Casualty, Hiphop Purification, Deaded another fake emcee//
Who thinks he reps all of NEW YORK, and a real emcee, but the only M.C.//
he be is the first two initials of M.C. Hammer, Miraculously Cracked//
Broken and shattered by the viciousness, and fierceness of this attack//
I know many real emcees from tha apple, and one you are not//
Your just a hiphop fake, and you need to be taken out, and shot//
body fed to chickens on old Mc Donalds Farm//
Kid you just been purely deaded, silence tha alarm//
hiphop is now safe from the harmful affects of this disease//
Now that you deaded, I will tell your mother to get off her knees//
And off our Dz, though I thank her skank ass for the blow job//
But even that didn't safe your pathetic life, You still got BBQ-d like a shis-Ca-Bob//
HELL DWELLA <-------> No Mercy: You have just been badly beat
REDLINE/AVI/FN/SBF/ICU/54R "Hiphop Purification"
MC NEW YORK:
YO check it round 3 time to finish
Hell Dwella tries to diminish
the light of the MC N-Y
By saying im trying to represent all of bed-stye
But unless he is living in eternal fire
He's a hypocrite and also a liar
While I keep it right others keep it real
I battle lyrically while others pack steele
I dont perpetuate east/west static
Unity is the key to stop the tragic
Senseless destruction of Hip-Hop by fakers
I dont have time for nonsense raps and false promise-makers
How can you change Hip-Hop free-stlying about nothing
insights breed thought so you're just bluffing
with you're vauge references to the long dead
you're not opening eyes with the bullshit you said
just dulling minds to accept bullshit hype
not really rapping about anything just trying to sound tight
when you start rapping with substance then try to test
but for now just go back and chill wit the rest
study up then try to come back
but right now you need to recover from the lyrical heart attack
I dealt with repeated blows to your mind
look to the future and it me you'll find
I'm out Nanu, Nanu like that alien Mork
Better think twice next time u try to test MC NEW YORK
Decepticons 97'
We coming for ya/ Keep watch
Hell Dwella:
"Hell Dwella: RoUnD Da RoUnD We Go" (Da Lyrical Ignition)
Visions Of Homicide, Fake Emcee Genocide, Eyes open wide//
Yes, This I see as I Fulfill the prophecies of Nostradomus to Zenock//
Sick Of Bullshit talkers, name bitters, and perpetrators, Dem all Talk//
"I do this, and that, and blank, blank, blank", Claiming to be Visionaries//
Mercenaries, glocks strapped down, hardcore, but reality concludes they fairies//
False prophets and preachers like Jimmy Baker, and Jerry Swagger//
All this bullshit they talken, and promoting, cutten out hiphops heart wit da dagger//
of evilness, when they caught they crying the devil made me do it//
But I your devil, and I never made you do shit, I just here to take it//
your worthless life, Cut out ya eyes with my lyrical buck knife//
Voodoo curse you like da serpent and the rainbow to damnation//
Another, steep in hiphop purification for hiphop glorification//
The truth be so pure, It got ya screaming like Wes craven// cuz you know this battles won, its your death, you just saw the raven//
Blacker than the space between your ears, your hollow head//
Lyrical lead, out tha mouth, always leave opponents dead//
To lyrical gods/ porcelain frauds fed, Seeing stars like Ptolemy//
As I Ill and Al Scratch your body to shit with torcher tactics on thee//
like a Vietnamese to a Vietnam war vet, wet ya set, my verbal arsenal is endless//
My force is strong, Luc Sky-Walker, Star Wars, You be defenseless//
As I attack time after time, like true warriors in ancient history//
fight bloody battles, hand to hand, with tha sword, and infantry//
Aggippa, Attilla, Arminus, Camillus, Catulus, Hammilcar, Hasdrubal//
Imperator, Lucullus, Marcellus, Odoacer, Pompey, Scripo, and Hannibal//
Acquire my territory in hiphop, for hiphop, and Protect it with wisdom, and skillz//
Like Ariovistus, Aurelian, Constantine, Commodus, and Cutiline, infantrator killz//
With finely calculated battle moves like Archimedes, I fight of "tha Fake emceez Disease//
Before it infects all of hiphop, this shit must stop! Now, and for good, Vaccinate tha Epidemic//
Regress its harmful effects, and burn its carriers dead bodies, when this verbal arsenic//
"lyrical Propane", Slayen demons like medieval knights in the days of gothic//
Quartering, de-gutting, stretching, stoning, torcher tactics catastrophic//
"CAT SCAN ANALYSIS: YOUR FREESTYLES ARE WACK//
You cant face the "PuRe HeLlFiRe", St8 up ya best step back//
before I separate ya body parts into millions of tinny molecules//
With my lyrical phazer disruptors, eliminating another jesta fool//
Making many of true kings laugh, Decius, tiberius, Gaseric, Nero//
Your freestyles lack content, and style, your emcee skillz equal Zero//
Therefore tha adaptation level phenomenon is you again reborn//
You dead once, dead twice, now dead for good, and your family can truly morn//
And as they cry, over your dead body, iz the moment I get high//
ly stimulated, for I know Iv done my job, as a hiphop purificationist//
Lyrical god, and a highly skilled, amazing, REDLINE lyrisist//
HELL DWELLA
REDLINE/AVI/ICU/SBF/FN/54R
"Shit Just Getten Started: Night Terrors"
MC NEW YORK:
Tasers, pepper spray, bullet proof protection
Give fake emcees constant erections
false prophets spew words without knowing meaning
but also quote verses not original just demeaning
check out http://www.angelfire.com
and you'll find hell dwella in not the bomb
but a repeating emcee with no skillz to freestlye
IN this lyrical marathon im ahead by a mile
oh yeah the rest of the address is ca/REDVENOM/index.html
and you'll find the same words spouted by my oponents Hell Dwell
so you see while MC NEW YORK is coming straight on the freestlye tip
Hell Dwella is quoting from the Redline page grip
Some advice for my foe, Freestlye's only please!!
I don't have time to battle ryhmes you wrote back in 85'
I dont mean to diss your click is straight butta, live
I just need fresh ryhmes to sustain my appetite
so let's continue on this lyrical flight
Im your host, captain, and even your seat mate
so its time for lyrical armegedon?? Well let's set a date
Not today cause i'm breaking Hell Dwella down to size
not tommorow cause i'm seeking the grand lyrical prize
In fact give me a call around the year 2-G
Cause only then will I be free
to end the reign of DISORDER
AND IMPLEMENT MC NEW YORK'S NEW WORLD ORDER
(ICU-DECEPTICONS)
yo hell dwella dont bother to change it we both know it was their
Round 2
Hell Dwella:
"Words Set Adrift....Owe DaZ Blizz" Hell Dwella
Arise from the Valley of the Kings by Powers Obea
Walk with the Jedi Force of Obe One Ben Canobie
More Bounty Than Killa, Head Huntaz Boa Fete
Rhymes Fly Higher, than a space rocket jet
out the earthly parameters, though new corridors
in the name of hiphop purification, Lyrical lords
Create Freestyles greata than mount Olympus
Liquid Acid, P.H. One, Burn, U degenerous
In comparison you smalla than a Phenacogrammus
interruptus, archaic, P.H. 12, utterly Basic
in da degree of acidity or alkalinity
No way in hell, you could eva beat a real emcee
for truths always fade the niggaz liven true lies
shit talkers, imitators, fakes, phonies, I despise
Dem materialize, before my very eyes
when I spark a mad ism in the mind, trough the mouth
I gets pure on the mic, while you gets dirtier than the south
spreaden false prophecies, a disgrace to hiphop
REDLINE comes through strong to put a stop
dead the situation, hiphop purification
As proclaimed by the prophet Zenock
I got this victory, like others down in lock
Sealed tighter than a blacks penitentiary cell
Rough skillz, merciless lyrisist st8 from hell
Red Flecked eyes like a puntinus stoluzkanus
At the very top like a brachydanio albolineatus
Lyrical god, rage, spirit of serrasalmo nattereri
Leave ya dead mista fraud, a.k.a. Puntis Schuberti
"Hell Dwella Dominus"
REDLINE/FN/ICU/SBF/AVI/54R
MC NEW YORK:
Decep my contender
render him defenseless
while I fuck with his anatomy by fooling his senses
into percieving a world where he is achieving
instead of reality where he is now leaving
Someone console his crew because they are all grieving
for his lyrical life but i had to take it
stripped him of his lyrical armor and left him buck-naked
some lines that he spouts i doubt he even comprehends
hom am i supposed to battle when my adversary cant defend?
what he says sounds cute and some even makes sense
but the rest are just nonsense words meant to impress
He may fool the rest, but you and I see
that words like phenacogrammas just dont exist
and Hell Dwella says names that just dont consist
of actual or fictional or even dimensional
i hope it was by ignorance and not intentional
for instance the Jedi known as Obi One last name is Kanobi
with a K not a C for those lyrical phonies
who name names and say words without hesitation
but actions come back to haunt like the ghosts at Far Point Station
so Hell Dwella come back and type your round 3 in a hurry
just remember, MAKE SENSE, USE REAL WORDS, AND DONT BITE KEITH MURRAY
and ill continue to bring hip-hop back to its roots
while all the phonies and zealouts quake in their boots
Shout out to my boy JC at USF...stay up 2000 is coming
1 love, 1 nation
DECEPTICONS/ICU representa'
RIP TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR (1971-1996)
Round 3
Hell Dwella:
"No MeRcY: REDLINE STYLE" HELL DWELLA
Open ya eyes and tell me what ya see//
Da battle field laced as a bloody cemetery//
bloodier than marry, drink da venom of the dead//
that once gave you life, before I took it, -n- hung ya head//
on my mantel of past opponents who gwon^tess//
them all got Lyrically deaded, maimed, and messed//
As I stormed their area like desert storm//
Took em out in the landz dungeon platform//
One by one, piece by piece dem all fell like da berlin wall//
Hiphop purification, killen all the germs with lyrical Lysol//
Cuz I sick of fucked up wack behaviorism//
thinken you can tess, but your style aint got no rhythm//
Like your favorite group "KISS", While mine like Mayfield//
to BB king, sound in depth perception, and dimension//
The attribution is your wack, tells the acoustic encoding//
White blood cells, fighting disease, to save the body from dying//
Burn fake emcees burn......for YOU must learn//
To stay the fuck out da hiphop culture cuz you just infect//
with your bullshit talk, bitten, and just fucked up dialect//
Take note of a real emcee, as I hit ya with verbal amphetamines//
That vanquish the imitators with ease, Leave em silent like mimes//
On cloud nine, as they realize my lyrics are Enlightening, and they beat//
Time after time, Hell Dwella, and REDLINE spell YOUR DEFEAT//
Boom by by, -N- you can only watch your own demise helplessly//
Mista Casualty, Hiphop Purification, Deaded another fake emcee//
Who thinks he reps all of NEW YORK, and a real emcee, but the only M.C.//
he be is the first two initials of M.C. Hammer, Miraculously Cracked//
Broken and shattered by the viciousness, and fierceness of this attack//
I know many real emcees from tha apple, and one you are not//
Your just a hiphop fake, and you need to be taken out, and shot//
body fed to chickens on old Mc Donalds Farm//
Kid you just been purely deaded, silence tha alarm//
hiphop is now safe from the harmful affects of this disease//
Now that you deaded, I will tell your mother to get off her knees//
And off our Dz, though I thank her skank ass for the blow job//
But even that didn't safe your pathetic life, You still got BBQ-d like a shis-Ca-Bob//
HELL DWELLA <-------> No Mercy: You have just been badly beat
REDLINE/AVI/FN/SBF/ICU/54R "Hiphop Purification"
MC NEW YORK:
YO check it round 3 time to finish
Hell Dwella tries to diminish
the light of the MC N-Y
By saying im trying to represent all of bed-stye
But unless he is living in eternal fire
He's a hypocrite and also a liar
While I keep it right others keep it real
I battle lyrically while others pack steele
I dont perpetuate east/west static
Unity is the key to stop the tragic
Senseless destruction of Hip-Hop by fakers
I dont have time for nonsense raps and false promise-makers
How can you change Hip-Hop free-stlying about nothing
insights breed thought so you're just bluffing
with you're vauge references to the long dead
you're not opening eyes with the bullshit you said
just dulling minds to accept bullshit hype
not really rapping about anything just trying to sound tight
when you start rapping with substance then try to test
but for now just go back and chill wit the rest
study up then try to come back
but right now you need to recover from the lyrical heart attack
I dealt with repeated blows to your mind
look to the future and it me you'll find
I'm out Nanu, Nanu like that alien Mork
Better think twice next time u try to test MC NEW YORK
Decepticons 97'
We coming for ya/ Keep watch