Saint
10-25-2017, 02:16 PM
Shadow
The Battle Element
Yo, the Shadow moves stealthly//goin up against me is unhealthy/
Because I'm so ill aliens come to Earth to scoop my LP's/
My genetic code//will make ya head explode//
call for medical//assistance,vicious predator//
lyrically better than any competitior//
throwin lashes at midsection to sever ya//
External conflict, I swallow dynamite and drop bomb shit//
Every line is in the spotlight like escaped convicts//
And you think you can stop this?? NONSENSE//
Precisely//I got more game than Spike Lee//
Pile drive you to the Earths core with kinetical Tai Chi//
Lightning// tongue moves at light speeds//
The bodysnatcha//every single line will polygraph ya//
Havin ya short-winded like midgets with asthma//
A living disaster,this battle already won//
Why are you doubtin son?// Last Dynasty,leaving thousands hung//
Like Mao Zedung//Everything the master has wrote//
has to be dope// If I ever come wack is must be a practical joke//
classical quotes//Nobody in ya clony is stoppin me//
the fifteen year old prodigy//Makin a mockery of the entire Hashishim//
I squash guys check my archives, Fard has em'//
You winnin me wasnt meant to be like sarcasm//
The pitiful Cynical,pierced with a spear or two//
from this lash of lyricals,I'm nonhospitable//
Puttinn kids is hospitals, condition: critical........
The Versatility Element
freeflowing syntax results in priceless artifacts,
labeled on freestyle boards but can u define that,
Claiming freestyle but text is typewritten,
Refine your hiphop thought process before brain cells are smitten,
And is it just me?/Or must I hold an online assembly,
showing mcs differences,between metaphors and similies,
Just some shit that was buggin me,
luckily,Ive regained composure,
not to come to brief closures,
but instead come off the head,not freestyle but free thoughts diabolical,
my style grows on you like folicles,
while in battles I was known to unite with the devil,
not realistically,but on a more subconcious level,
outcast in this community I play the role of rebel,
and return to boards remove that battle mentality,
I find myself a stranger to reality,unseen yet a law like gravity,
Is the only way to be noticed
found by expanding vocabulary,
I think otherwise,so I choose to smother guys,
eyes shine as I write Nobel Prize designed lines,
From hiphop sports consume breif intervals,
I perform miracles,like discontinuing to use "verbal" & "lyrical",
in every other sentence,
proving to be 1 man legacy in my destiny,mcs bow for repentance
Cynical
The Battle Element
I do not fear the idle threats of a sillhouette
Who is mediocre at best when considered for this test of concepts
Spending hours writing your rehearsed verse
For 300 kiloheertz of internet regret for entering tournaments
Under the precepts of being a legend
In categories where you simply don't belong
Creating lyrics while humming beats
From According To Time's demo songs
Then telling the judges they did you wrong
Telling them to relook a few lines and a few bars
I have you slipping since the first round
Like North Carolina superstars
Cynical knocks kids off pedestals
You're mumbling "fuck yous" and curses
Under the breath of an imbacile
Talking about you "Bring the Pain"
And you will "Release Yo Delf"
But the reason they call you Shadow
Is b/c I made you the Shadow of your former self,
You went from man, myth, to legend
And back to man again, the highway of life
Now comes to a sudden dead end
With your punclines, cliches, and multitudes of metaphores
That you knew would not last
Leaving wordplays and long winded repetoires
Dead like you were a part of the Saturday Night Live Cast
The Versatility Element
Displaced among the faces of humanity,
Dead men tell no lies, but their faces
Show absolute clarity
Facing the fallcies left by multitudes
We dwell in solitude, while my words scald
With point blank aim
Like my name was Lee Harvey Oswald
Link my name to various verbal atrocities
Witnesses offered protectection
To give their chilling stores and testimonies
Offered with a hint of perjury
Adding insult to my injury
Giving me parental guidance
Like father's of Jon Benet Ramsey
My concepts got your shouting racial epithets
Saying I wax too asthetically pleasing
So I should add a few obligatory FUCK YOUs!
To start appeasing public opinion
Making you victims of the FCC
So pardon me if I remain intelligent
In a world of incoherent idiots
Whose life revolves around a glock and clip
The Battle Element
Yo, the Shadow moves stealthly//goin up against me is unhealthy/
Because I'm so ill aliens come to Earth to scoop my LP's/
My genetic code//will make ya head explode//
call for medical//assistance,vicious predator//
lyrically better than any competitior//
throwin lashes at midsection to sever ya//
External conflict, I swallow dynamite and drop bomb shit//
Every line is in the spotlight like escaped convicts//
And you think you can stop this?? NONSENSE//
Precisely//I got more game than Spike Lee//
Pile drive you to the Earths core with kinetical Tai Chi//
Lightning// tongue moves at light speeds//
The bodysnatcha//every single line will polygraph ya//
Havin ya short-winded like midgets with asthma//
A living disaster,this battle already won//
Why are you doubtin son?// Last Dynasty,leaving thousands hung//
Like Mao Zedung//Everything the master has wrote//
has to be dope// If I ever come wack is must be a practical joke//
classical quotes//Nobody in ya clony is stoppin me//
the fifteen year old prodigy//Makin a mockery of the entire Hashishim//
I squash guys check my archives, Fard has em'//
You winnin me wasnt meant to be like sarcasm//
The pitiful Cynical,pierced with a spear or two//
from this lash of lyricals,I'm nonhospitable//
Puttinn kids is hospitals, condition: critical........
The Versatility Element
freeflowing syntax results in priceless artifacts,
labeled on freestyle boards but can u define that,
Claiming freestyle but text is typewritten,
Refine your hiphop thought process before brain cells are smitten,
And is it just me?/Or must I hold an online assembly,
showing mcs differences,between metaphors and similies,
Just some shit that was buggin me,
luckily,Ive regained composure,
not to come to brief closures,
but instead come off the head,not freestyle but free thoughts diabolical,
my style grows on you like folicles,
while in battles I was known to unite with the devil,
not realistically,but on a more subconcious level,
outcast in this community I play the role of rebel,
and return to boards remove that battle mentality,
I find myself a stranger to reality,unseen yet a law like gravity,
Is the only way to be noticed
found by expanding vocabulary,
I think otherwise,so I choose to smother guys,
eyes shine as I write Nobel Prize designed lines,
From hiphop sports consume breif intervals,
I perform miracles,like discontinuing to use "verbal" & "lyrical",
in every other sentence,
proving to be 1 man legacy in my destiny,mcs bow for repentance
Cynical
The Battle Element
I do not fear the idle threats of a sillhouette
Who is mediocre at best when considered for this test of concepts
Spending hours writing your rehearsed verse
For 300 kiloheertz of internet regret for entering tournaments
Under the precepts of being a legend
In categories where you simply don't belong
Creating lyrics while humming beats
From According To Time's demo songs
Then telling the judges they did you wrong
Telling them to relook a few lines and a few bars
I have you slipping since the first round
Like North Carolina superstars
Cynical knocks kids off pedestals
You're mumbling "fuck yous" and curses
Under the breath of an imbacile
Talking about you "Bring the Pain"
And you will "Release Yo Delf"
But the reason they call you Shadow
Is b/c I made you the Shadow of your former self,
You went from man, myth, to legend
And back to man again, the highway of life
Now comes to a sudden dead end
With your punclines, cliches, and multitudes of metaphores
That you knew would not last
Leaving wordplays and long winded repetoires
Dead like you were a part of the Saturday Night Live Cast
The Versatility Element
Displaced among the faces of humanity,
Dead men tell no lies, but their faces
Show absolute clarity
Facing the fallcies left by multitudes
We dwell in solitude, while my words scald
With point blank aim
Like my name was Lee Harvey Oswald
Link my name to various verbal atrocities
Witnesses offered protectection
To give their chilling stores and testimonies
Offered with a hint of perjury
Adding insult to my injury
Giving me parental guidance
Like father's of Jon Benet Ramsey
My concepts got your shouting racial epithets
Saying I wax too asthetically pleasing
So I should add a few obligatory FUCK YOUs!
To start appeasing public opinion
Making you victims of the FCC
So pardon me if I remain intelligent
In a world of incoherent idiots
Whose life revolves around a glock and clip