Saint
10-21-2017, 05:25 PM
Names: E the Terrible, Enfant Terrible
Repped: Blunts
1998-2000
E the Terrible
Think "Lost One"...by Lauryn Hill. Shouts to the Mpire!
...a lot of brothers love it to misquote me,
listen closely.
Opposing all my poetry, they angrily approach me
with "You dissed me!".
But where they get the notion is a mystery.
Had beef MPeror a while ago but that was history.
You missed me. 'cause E was not the one dis your squadron.
so what the f*cks your problem?
Brothas done forgotten
'bout the last time i fought 'em.
Severed several hedz -
but as they rolled they still noddin'.
Claimin' you got beef but you arrive wit' Top Ramen?
My skills - not common.
Tell your squad to KEEP COMIN'
I send your mr. wizard @ss back to your dungeon.
Someone should have warned these MCs not to summon -
the POWER of the Darkside -
separate the crowd like apartheid.
Now I fix a plate with your heart - fried.
And a side of fries.
'cause your style need a Midas-ize. You a minor size.
I'm a major. F*ck you up well, 'til I wager
that in 9 months from now, your girls going into labor.
i tried to be a neighbor but you pressed me.
and tried to bum rush me to impress me.
How you gonna test me
when your style is like Pepsi?
...the choice of the new
but the voice of the true
leaves your moist from my spew. (whew!)
A few of y'all can hang but your gang need to think
that a chain has the strength equal to it weakest link.
If your squad doesn't shrink i'll disect individuals.
from paragraphs to sentences and words into syllables.
...you never heard the Terrible say "MPire's wack".
but the E would be the letter that the (E)Mpire lack.
so I'm smoking every rapper in your entire pack.
if you ready for a battle for to begin...fire back.
I attack this 'Feenom'
send his @ss to his mom.
If I pased him the mic I'd burn holes in his palm.
Had to flip it into battle mode but E remains calm.
yeah, it's wrong - but somebody gotta get sh!tted on.
I react like a reflex.
Nobody wanna be next.
When E wrecks - I'm leavin' MCs
like used kleenex.
'cause E gets - physical.
the illest individual
with vitamins and minerals
inside every syllable.
You hear me?
check the way i wreck mics severly.
my theory:
my flow is so Superior it's Erie.
Now face it - I laced it.
g'head, cut and paste it.
you post sh!t? erase it.
and leave nuttin' wasted.
'cause lyrics are my specialty,
especially.
when i see an MC who's less than me,
testing me.
that's when it becomes a necessity.
to use the new recipe.
to have you saying "No, No, No"
Like you was Destiny's -
Child. I smiled
'cause you style's a joke to me.
You quote me -
You'll get broken up like Jodeci.
Approach me. With respect due.
Or get stepped to.
The number one's spot, I've got.
Accept
This weeks lyrics are by
E the Terrible
it's treachery...shortenin' ya life expectancy...
wreck m.c's that try to get close to next to me...
unexpectedly, rip 'em out they flak jackets...
out they tax brackets, when they bet against this rap addict...
craftmatics,
couldn't adjust to this...
it's just that this,
style, is limitless,
timeless like minute-less...wait til I finish this...
have any nemisis, wishin' he wasn't on the premisis..
is it live or is it Memorex?...
is it freestyle or remembered text?
I watch all ya crew members flex,
when I look to see who, to dismember next...
members left? to say no, ..um..I'd be wrong...
cuz sometimes I leave 'em with fingers hangin' on....
but most of the time when they boast they can rhyme...
I leave 'em on the floor, dawg, holdin' their spine...
I get a hold of my mind, grip mics, lay down lines...
sip liks with lime, reconfigure rap confines...
number one pick, best times, at the rap combines...
dap on-line, in cyphas, from those that's missin' me...
ya best fantasy m.c. in ya rap rotisserie...........
peace....................................
E the Terrible
Lyrics!? Somebody want lyrics?
Some quick facts:
Some of y'all got less flavor than Tic Tacs.
So I'm a break y'all off like a Kit Kat.
The Terrible is known for those 'thick' raps.
That special sauce for kids who bring beef like they're big macks.
...My axe - quick to split backs.
The impact of my raps is causing buildings to collapse.
Leaving ceilings full of cracks.
...I'm unable to relax.
It's like the tension starts to mount,
and then I pounce upon the wack.
Or bounce your lady on the mattress,
drop my ounces on her back.
Either way somebody's bound to get...
F*CKED UP when I'm down to get
around to it.
Way too many wannabes are counterfeit!
Me? I'm down to counter it.
Brothas spoke their pieces, but I didn't like the sound of it.
You need to tone it down a bit.
...talkin' all that gangsta sh!t.
Get with this:
Having all this access to the internet,
means you must have some 'privledges'.
Picture this:
Blood and Crips with microphones AND microchips!
Half you kids ain't mastered
what the Art of droppin' Science is.
So now I must unplug you like appliances.
Terrible -> I rock words causing awkward silences.
...Who's as fly as this?
-e
a little Busta Rhymes type sh!t...y'all peep him and da Roots on SNL?
You people wanna freestyle? gimme some more...
wanna freak with the E-child? gimme some more...
make you bounce 'til you senile? gimme some more...
'til E returns like a redial? gimme some more...
I'm Flexin' - Breakin' up the crowd in sections.
Leave ya lost like you're reading Mapquest directions,
with questions: Who runs these freestyle sessions?
You guessin'? Suggestion: Respect the Veterans!
and bless 'em. Because they keep it fresh like breath mints.
The kids you can count on to wreck some next sh!t.
Direct hits - while some of y'all arrive and exit,
postin' weak sh!t while other kids strive to wreck sh!t.
I'm damn good. Still they wanna test the manhood.
Although they know my skills stay fresher than canned goods.
A little better than good - better than best.
and like a Federal Express message with your address,
I'm coming at you. Sh!ttin' on MCs like statues.
Got chicks on my nuts getting bent like cashews.
I ask you: Do I have to smash and trash you?
Harass you, remain on that @ss like a tattoo?
I have to...lyrically release the time bomb.
I rhyme on...it's room on my d!ck, so climb on.
The rhymes I define, rappers press rewind on,
The tag line is mine and designed in Krylon.
The T- E - double R - I - B - L - E,
comin' with that Groove Theory, maybe y'all can "Tell Me",
is my style hella-sick, or is it just unhealthy?
My flow's like a slow dance, I know y'all felt me....
-e,'99
forgot about E....
I put kids in hospitals when they cross the middle.
I'm gettin' phatter while you lookin' like you lost a little.
It's not a riddle... You wanna get raw? You get griddled.
..Wannabe Eminems, when you all is Skittles. (* damn *)
Not a new thing, to leave your ends lose like shoe strings.
I don't know it all, but I do know two things:
The first is: Never bite the Terrible's verses.
A freestyle, meaning there's no need to purchase,
but a thief is worthless...
you must be the kid who fell asleep in churches.
You know that 'beep beep' when a truck reverses?
I hear it, grip a mic, and say, "I can work this!"
'til I short the circuits.
The second is: Terrible's the chief executive.
My brief objective? ...Completely wreck kids.
Over beats and records,
My mic like a microwave - it heats in seconds
and defeats your weapons.
So step in. Notify your next of kin.
Bring some oxygen. And bring some extra men.
Bring a brand new pad and an extra pen.
Bring your mom and your dad and your best of friends.
'Cause when he says "Let's begin", and I test your chin,
They're gonna ask, "Where's the rest of him?"
"It's like a virus infested him! No time for medicine!"
"What can you recommend?" "Quick, get a stretcher in!"
I catch wreck like a Vietnam veteran -
with Rambo syndrome.
Scared of the dark when your candle gets blown...
You ran to get home.
Your telephone rings as I man the flip-phone.
Afraid to answer, 'cause you know it's me.
'cause it reads 'Oh, Sh!t' on the caller ID.
I'm a little too hazardous for y'all to try me,
with a mad flow, or kickin' mad slow like Tai Chi...
-e
Repped: Blunts
1998-2000
E the Terrible
Think "Lost One"...by Lauryn Hill. Shouts to the Mpire!
...a lot of brothers love it to misquote me,
listen closely.
Opposing all my poetry, they angrily approach me
with "You dissed me!".
But where they get the notion is a mystery.
Had beef MPeror a while ago but that was history.
You missed me. 'cause E was not the one dis your squadron.
so what the f*cks your problem?
Brothas done forgotten
'bout the last time i fought 'em.
Severed several hedz -
but as they rolled they still noddin'.
Claimin' you got beef but you arrive wit' Top Ramen?
My skills - not common.
Tell your squad to KEEP COMIN'
I send your mr. wizard @ss back to your dungeon.
Someone should have warned these MCs not to summon -
the POWER of the Darkside -
separate the crowd like apartheid.
Now I fix a plate with your heart - fried.
And a side of fries.
'cause your style need a Midas-ize. You a minor size.
I'm a major. F*ck you up well, 'til I wager
that in 9 months from now, your girls going into labor.
i tried to be a neighbor but you pressed me.
and tried to bum rush me to impress me.
How you gonna test me
when your style is like Pepsi?
...the choice of the new
but the voice of the true
leaves your moist from my spew. (whew!)
A few of y'all can hang but your gang need to think
that a chain has the strength equal to it weakest link.
If your squad doesn't shrink i'll disect individuals.
from paragraphs to sentences and words into syllables.
...you never heard the Terrible say "MPire's wack".
but the E would be the letter that the (E)Mpire lack.
so I'm smoking every rapper in your entire pack.
if you ready for a battle for to begin...fire back.
I attack this 'Feenom'
send his @ss to his mom.
If I pased him the mic I'd burn holes in his palm.
Had to flip it into battle mode but E remains calm.
yeah, it's wrong - but somebody gotta get sh!tted on.
I react like a reflex.
Nobody wanna be next.
When E wrecks - I'm leavin' MCs
like used kleenex.
'cause E gets - physical.
the illest individual
with vitamins and minerals
inside every syllable.
You hear me?
check the way i wreck mics severly.
my theory:
my flow is so Superior it's Erie.
Now face it - I laced it.
g'head, cut and paste it.
you post sh!t? erase it.
and leave nuttin' wasted.
'cause lyrics are my specialty,
especially.
when i see an MC who's less than me,
testing me.
that's when it becomes a necessity.
to use the new recipe.
to have you saying "No, No, No"
Like you was Destiny's -
Child. I smiled
'cause you style's a joke to me.
You quote me -
You'll get broken up like Jodeci.
Approach me. With respect due.
Or get stepped to.
The number one's spot, I've got.
Accept
This weeks lyrics are by
E the Terrible
it's treachery...shortenin' ya life expectancy...
wreck m.c's that try to get close to next to me...
unexpectedly, rip 'em out they flak jackets...
out they tax brackets, when they bet against this rap addict...
craftmatics,
couldn't adjust to this...
it's just that this,
style, is limitless,
timeless like minute-less...wait til I finish this...
have any nemisis, wishin' he wasn't on the premisis..
is it live or is it Memorex?...
is it freestyle or remembered text?
I watch all ya crew members flex,
when I look to see who, to dismember next...
members left? to say no, ..um..I'd be wrong...
cuz sometimes I leave 'em with fingers hangin' on....
but most of the time when they boast they can rhyme...
I leave 'em on the floor, dawg, holdin' their spine...
I get a hold of my mind, grip mics, lay down lines...
sip liks with lime, reconfigure rap confines...
number one pick, best times, at the rap combines...
dap on-line, in cyphas, from those that's missin' me...
ya best fantasy m.c. in ya rap rotisserie...........
peace....................................
E the Terrible
Lyrics!? Somebody want lyrics?
Some quick facts:
Some of y'all got less flavor than Tic Tacs.
So I'm a break y'all off like a Kit Kat.
The Terrible is known for those 'thick' raps.
That special sauce for kids who bring beef like they're big macks.
...My axe - quick to split backs.
The impact of my raps is causing buildings to collapse.
Leaving ceilings full of cracks.
...I'm unable to relax.
It's like the tension starts to mount,
and then I pounce upon the wack.
Or bounce your lady on the mattress,
drop my ounces on her back.
Either way somebody's bound to get...
F*CKED UP when I'm down to get
around to it.
Way too many wannabes are counterfeit!
Me? I'm down to counter it.
Brothas spoke their pieces, but I didn't like the sound of it.
You need to tone it down a bit.
...talkin' all that gangsta sh!t.
Get with this:
Having all this access to the internet,
means you must have some 'privledges'.
Picture this:
Blood and Crips with microphones AND microchips!
Half you kids ain't mastered
what the Art of droppin' Science is.
So now I must unplug you like appliances.
Terrible -> I rock words causing awkward silences.
...Who's as fly as this?
-e
a little Busta Rhymes type sh!t...y'all peep him and da Roots on SNL?
You people wanna freestyle? gimme some more...
wanna freak with the E-child? gimme some more...
make you bounce 'til you senile? gimme some more...
'til E returns like a redial? gimme some more...
I'm Flexin' - Breakin' up the crowd in sections.
Leave ya lost like you're reading Mapquest directions,
with questions: Who runs these freestyle sessions?
You guessin'? Suggestion: Respect the Veterans!
and bless 'em. Because they keep it fresh like breath mints.
The kids you can count on to wreck some next sh!t.
Direct hits - while some of y'all arrive and exit,
postin' weak sh!t while other kids strive to wreck sh!t.
I'm damn good. Still they wanna test the manhood.
Although they know my skills stay fresher than canned goods.
A little better than good - better than best.
and like a Federal Express message with your address,
I'm coming at you. Sh!ttin' on MCs like statues.
Got chicks on my nuts getting bent like cashews.
I ask you: Do I have to smash and trash you?
Harass you, remain on that @ss like a tattoo?
I have to...lyrically release the time bomb.
I rhyme on...it's room on my d!ck, so climb on.
The rhymes I define, rappers press rewind on,
The tag line is mine and designed in Krylon.
The T- E - double R - I - B - L - E,
comin' with that Groove Theory, maybe y'all can "Tell Me",
is my style hella-sick, or is it just unhealthy?
My flow's like a slow dance, I know y'all felt me....
-e,'99
forgot about E....
I put kids in hospitals when they cross the middle.
I'm gettin' phatter while you lookin' like you lost a little.
It's not a riddle... You wanna get raw? You get griddled.
..Wannabe Eminems, when you all is Skittles. (* damn *)
Not a new thing, to leave your ends lose like shoe strings.
I don't know it all, but I do know two things:
The first is: Never bite the Terrible's verses.
A freestyle, meaning there's no need to purchase,
but a thief is worthless...
you must be the kid who fell asleep in churches.
You know that 'beep beep' when a truck reverses?
I hear it, grip a mic, and say, "I can work this!"
'til I short the circuits.
The second is: Terrible's the chief executive.
My brief objective? ...Completely wreck kids.
Over beats and records,
My mic like a microwave - it heats in seconds
and defeats your weapons.
So step in. Notify your next of kin.
Bring some oxygen. And bring some extra men.
Bring a brand new pad and an extra pen.
Bring your mom and your dad and your best of friends.
'Cause when he says "Let's begin", and I test your chin,
They're gonna ask, "Where's the rest of him?"
"It's like a virus infested him! No time for medicine!"
"What can you recommend?" "Quick, get a stretcher in!"
I catch wreck like a Vietnam veteran -
with Rambo syndrome.
Scared of the dark when your candle gets blown...
You ran to get home.
Your telephone rings as I man the flip-phone.
Afraid to answer, 'cause you know it's me.
'cause it reads 'Oh, Sh!t' on the caller ID.
I'm a little too hazardous for y'all to try me,
with a mad flow, or kickin' mad slow like Tai Chi...
-e