Saint
10-25-2017, 11:47 AM
Round 1 of a 3 round battle Nov 1999
Freestyling.com
HA!Style
While you ramble-on, I'm leave'n your post extinct, like the masta-don,
so babble-on, you couldn't wreck shit, in a car with the AXLE-gone,
Dick riders strap the saddle-on, slice open ya paragraphs diction DISSECTED,
In short, I'm not the one to "FUCK WITH", like the AIDS infected,
Disrespected, shatter'n spirits I FRY-teams,
You freeze when in my high-beams, strangle'n syntax and
rhyme-schemes, while choke'n your verse untill your LINES-scream,
Revisit'n the crime-scene, You showed backbone, till I crippled-it, spit'n
that simple-shit, I revel in the treble, the same level?
You couldn't come "CLOSE" if we were INT-I-MATE,
I spit napalm, drop'n bombs on freestyle'n dot com, cancel'n your wack shit
like networks do, black SIT-coms, Cause for alarm,
Round two? You won't even survive my FIRST attack,
I'll even have your own subconcious think'n "Yo, my shit is wack"
After-that, It's child's play how my verbs-slay, this herb call'n himself Word-Play,
A disturbed-gay who thought he was "GIFTED" cause his pops bought a computer for his BIRTH-DAY,
Check'n OTHER on an illness sur-vey, your whole style is pathetic,
I'm sick! Slice'n up your flesh and rip'n out sticthes WITHOUT anasthetic!
You faker than prostetic, your styles no pros all cons like multiple minuses,
Your shit is so wack I wouldn't use your rap sheets to clear my sinuses!
Word Play
HA! your STYLE defines it all/
Jokes on you, only got punchlines cause niggas laugh you off/
Run through your rap course with brute force/
Throw metaphoric thoughts that couldnt be caught by Randy Moss/
I liquify my thoughts so you can take my words in "VEIN"/
Never the same, I burn on your brain like acid rain/
Expressions on your face are the traces of pain/
You think your "ABEL" to beat me? Well Im gonna play your brother "KANE"/
And slay you, thought you came equipped with a controller the way I play you/
You could be the last mc in the world and still no record company would take you/
Youll always be a bench warmer son, waiting to "BALL"/
Bunjee jumpin on mc's cause my style is "OFF THE WALL"/
Let me tell you this, your not a thug cause your rebellulis/
Lyrics couldnt be phat if they came with cellulis/
Raps with criminology, im seein how pussy you really are son this is gynechology/
Run is your best bet, thinkin about winnin well forget it/
Battlin me defeats the purpose like walkin in a morgue uttering death threats/
You wanna battle with words HA!/
Spittin verbs at herbs to leave they sight blurred HA!/
Attack your Juvenile styles, gettin hostyle on HA!STYLE/
Slappin you so hard robbin you of a facial profile/
I remember seein you backstage Apollo after a show/
Niggas were callin you time bomb, always on your knees ready to BLOW/
Changing the position that you stand with slight of hand/
Replacin a spike belt for your "FALL BACK" plan/
Now what you gonna fall back on?/
Taking bats to your ball caps and get my crack on/
This aint the main course your style is just somthin to snack on/
Keep spittin sweet and youll end up with cavities/
Lyrically leave niggas a freestyling.com casualty/
Rd.2
Steppin to me is basically clippin your life line
One at a time I beat mc's sweeps week on prime time
My crafts mastered to leave you athsmatic, castrate mc to leave em short shafted
Comin outta this batlle empty handed is not how I planned it
Drag your feet across carpet and touch metal if you want "STATIC"
Cause I aint havin that, your outta your league callin that a battle rap
Sayin you in the top 10 is a natural fact is like wack outta its habitat
Murder metaphors?! No I dont run out
Connect my AIR MAX to your lip for you to "RUN" your mouth
Any mc claimin he's feelin you is a miracle
Your a "Fruit Loop" the only reason you murderin "SERIAL" when every word you say is pussy like its said from your vanerial
Your group of friends I diminish it cause rats desert a sinkin ship
You could deficate gravel kid but you still couldnt "rock shit"
Im not the one to "sleep" on, cause lyrically im Freddy catchin kids when there aint ready
Holdin the mic steady flowin continuous like medley ontop a medley
Your raps shit!With contents beyond the issue,your so wack response not needed your own lines diss you
Words from all angles guarunteed I wont miss you
Bless You!! Sneezin raps out ya ass, heres a tissue
To sum up this battle rap what im sayin is basically "FUCK YOU"
vs
Multiple rhyme schemes wont help any contender cause I cripple thoughts like mind benders
Embarrassed you first round and made you change your fuckin name to EPICENTER
Call the cops SON, but that won't help the OUTCOME
Cause when the cops come I RUN and dont leave a trace to AUTOPS ON
Stashed the WEAPON, hittin heads with devine CONCEPTIONS
Basically I passed your PROTECTION , "smoked" you and stashed the "RESIN"
Your mental aint worth a "QUARTER" cause you don't know HALF of the HALF
Your like a high school drop out cause you dont know the HALF of the MATH
Swing down with THORS HAMMER to electrify thoughts till brains splatter
Hit you with a bat to your mouth to give your GRAMMER a COMPOUND-FRACTURE
If your an "ill kid" I take your black-ass back to PEDIATRICS
Thought you were flammable the way you run from freestyle "MATCHES"
Lyrically fit, lace up my boots to run LAPS aroud your RAP "TRACK"
While you "Sneak Attack" from the back, I tell you to your face that your wack
Mentally your DONE as soon as my word and your cornea CONTACT
EPICENTER is right, cause you in the middle of where I dropped my bomb AT!!!
Freestyling.com
HA!Style
While you ramble-on, I'm leave'n your post extinct, like the masta-don,
so babble-on, you couldn't wreck shit, in a car with the AXLE-gone,
Dick riders strap the saddle-on, slice open ya paragraphs diction DISSECTED,
In short, I'm not the one to "FUCK WITH", like the AIDS infected,
Disrespected, shatter'n spirits I FRY-teams,
You freeze when in my high-beams, strangle'n syntax and
rhyme-schemes, while choke'n your verse untill your LINES-scream,
Revisit'n the crime-scene, You showed backbone, till I crippled-it, spit'n
that simple-shit, I revel in the treble, the same level?
You couldn't come "CLOSE" if we were INT-I-MATE,
I spit napalm, drop'n bombs on freestyle'n dot com, cancel'n your wack shit
like networks do, black SIT-coms, Cause for alarm,
Round two? You won't even survive my FIRST attack,
I'll even have your own subconcious think'n "Yo, my shit is wack"
After-that, It's child's play how my verbs-slay, this herb call'n himself Word-Play,
A disturbed-gay who thought he was "GIFTED" cause his pops bought a computer for his BIRTH-DAY,
Check'n OTHER on an illness sur-vey, your whole style is pathetic,
I'm sick! Slice'n up your flesh and rip'n out sticthes WITHOUT anasthetic!
You faker than prostetic, your styles no pros all cons like multiple minuses,
Your shit is so wack I wouldn't use your rap sheets to clear my sinuses!
Word Play
HA! your STYLE defines it all/
Jokes on you, only got punchlines cause niggas laugh you off/
Run through your rap course with brute force/
Throw metaphoric thoughts that couldnt be caught by Randy Moss/
I liquify my thoughts so you can take my words in "VEIN"/
Never the same, I burn on your brain like acid rain/
Expressions on your face are the traces of pain/
You think your "ABEL" to beat me? Well Im gonna play your brother "KANE"/
And slay you, thought you came equipped with a controller the way I play you/
You could be the last mc in the world and still no record company would take you/
Youll always be a bench warmer son, waiting to "BALL"/
Bunjee jumpin on mc's cause my style is "OFF THE WALL"/
Let me tell you this, your not a thug cause your rebellulis/
Lyrics couldnt be phat if they came with cellulis/
Raps with criminology, im seein how pussy you really are son this is gynechology/
Run is your best bet, thinkin about winnin well forget it/
Battlin me defeats the purpose like walkin in a morgue uttering death threats/
You wanna battle with words HA!/
Spittin verbs at herbs to leave they sight blurred HA!/
Attack your Juvenile styles, gettin hostyle on HA!STYLE/
Slappin you so hard robbin you of a facial profile/
I remember seein you backstage Apollo after a show/
Niggas were callin you time bomb, always on your knees ready to BLOW/
Changing the position that you stand with slight of hand/
Replacin a spike belt for your "FALL BACK" plan/
Now what you gonna fall back on?/
Taking bats to your ball caps and get my crack on/
This aint the main course your style is just somthin to snack on/
Keep spittin sweet and youll end up with cavities/
Lyrically leave niggas a freestyling.com casualty/
Rd.2
Steppin to me is basically clippin your life line
One at a time I beat mc's sweeps week on prime time
My crafts mastered to leave you athsmatic, castrate mc to leave em short shafted
Comin outta this batlle empty handed is not how I planned it
Drag your feet across carpet and touch metal if you want "STATIC"
Cause I aint havin that, your outta your league callin that a battle rap
Sayin you in the top 10 is a natural fact is like wack outta its habitat
Murder metaphors?! No I dont run out
Connect my AIR MAX to your lip for you to "RUN" your mouth
Any mc claimin he's feelin you is a miracle
Your a "Fruit Loop" the only reason you murderin "SERIAL" when every word you say is pussy like its said from your vanerial
Your group of friends I diminish it cause rats desert a sinkin ship
You could deficate gravel kid but you still couldnt "rock shit"
Im not the one to "sleep" on, cause lyrically im Freddy catchin kids when there aint ready
Holdin the mic steady flowin continuous like medley ontop a medley
Your raps shit!With contents beyond the issue,your so wack response not needed your own lines diss you
Words from all angles guarunteed I wont miss you
Bless You!! Sneezin raps out ya ass, heres a tissue
To sum up this battle rap what im sayin is basically "FUCK YOU"
vs
Multiple rhyme schemes wont help any contender cause I cripple thoughts like mind benders
Embarrassed you first round and made you change your fuckin name to EPICENTER
Call the cops SON, but that won't help the OUTCOME
Cause when the cops come I RUN and dont leave a trace to AUTOPS ON
Stashed the WEAPON, hittin heads with devine CONCEPTIONS
Basically I passed your PROTECTION , "smoked" you and stashed the "RESIN"
Your mental aint worth a "QUARTER" cause you don't know HALF of the HALF
Your like a high school drop out cause you dont know the HALF of the MATH
Swing down with THORS HAMMER to electrify thoughts till brains splatter
Hit you with a bat to your mouth to give your GRAMMER a COMPOUND-FRACTURE
If your an "ill kid" I take your black-ass back to PEDIATRICS
Thought you were flammable the way you run from freestyle "MATCHES"
Lyrically fit, lace up my boots to run LAPS aroud your RAP "TRACK"
While you "Sneak Attack" from the back, I tell you to your face that your wack
Mentally your DONE as soon as my word and your cornea CONTACT
EPICENTER is right, cause you in the middle of where I dropped my bomb AT!!!