Saint
10-26-2017, 01:12 AM
RBL posted on 01-24-2002, 06:18 AM
Psylense
Sco..,
Yearned to type w/ words that tight? now heard ya bite
So, return to site? cremate ya liberties and urn ya right
Turn from life‘n’fuck it,he’s fakin’,a plucky weak vagrant
Point’a shotty to annoint his body,this buck he’ll be takin’
Stutter,speach breaks‘n’admit bit,now the matter of how
His future’s dark ‘n’ insecure, left in a shadow of doubt
Farrow ya brow,frown upon ya gaze of this ritual beatin’
‘Cos I’ll cut you down to size, or at least individual pieces
Cynical reason,fixin’ to leave him and suicide way closer
Because ‘Sco’s the weakest link,‘n’ Psy’s a chain smoker
Gay’s shoulder stay chipped,face it,he never gone drop it
Secret to the day he dies‘n’be the skeleton in the closet
Next of my thoughts is,tell this pawn that he’s in jeopardy
I push ya heart out so far it’s worn as a sleeve accessory
Forced to believe in destiny,if not,how’s this for a start?
Like encrypted passwords,my win was written in stars
Thanks for any advice you guys have.
BTW, here’s the verse it was against [by Rosco Babbage];
Roscoe Babbage
Psy..,
Pace ya battles, earned ya way? ya only lucky case was shadows
personals ay? ya shallow, ya burns'll stay cause your afraid of aloe
Psy gets roasted, i'm suprised ya posted, now die and gloat quick
your time has shown kids your death is served, i'm a violent host, bitch
no delivery; cry over a deprived postage, my flows've grown elite too
disposed ya feats through UK, everybody you know jus 'overseas' you
loathe this foo, my goal is soon to corrode acid in ya open wounds
expose the blue beneath an keep burning till ya bones're broken through
and ya flesh is scarred, to accept.. its hard that your text is harmed
got 'over-powered' out of your MOD spot, cause u got 'left in charge'
chest gets sparred; an ya ribs'll stick to the marks of my imprinted fist
extend a clip out the chamber n watch it travel to miss an skip a disk
it just stretches ya spine, embedded insides an'll be reflected in time
got soft; 'fore you getcha head chopped off, gotta put ya neck on the line
spittin ugly words, wanna feel greatness? you gotta touch me first
you being the 'weakest link' is a knock off, no wonder u spit a rusty verse
Psylense
Sco..,
Yearned to type w/ words that tight? now heard ya bite
So, return to site? cremate ya liberties and urn ya right
Turn from life‘n’fuck it,he’s fakin’,a plucky weak vagrant
Point’a shotty to annoint his body,this buck he’ll be takin’
Stutter,speach breaks‘n’admit bit,now the matter of how
His future’s dark ‘n’ insecure, left in a shadow of doubt
Farrow ya brow,frown upon ya gaze of this ritual beatin’
‘Cos I’ll cut you down to size, or at least individual pieces
Cynical reason,fixin’ to leave him and suicide way closer
Because ‘Sco’s the weakest link,‘n’ Psy’s a chain smoker
Gay’s shoulder stay chipped,face it,he never gone drop it
Secret to the day he dies‘n’be the skeleton in the closet
Next of my thoughts is,tell this pawn that he’s in jeopardy
I push ya heart out so far it’s worn as a sleeve accessory
Forced to believe in destiny,if not,how’s this for a start?
Like encrypted passwords,my win was written in stars
Thanks for any advice you guys have.
BTW, here’s the verse it was against [by Rosco Babbage];
Roscoe Babbage
Psy..,
Pace ya battles, earned ya way? ya only lucky case was shadows
personals ay? ya shallow, ya burns'll stay cause your afraid of aloe
Psy gets roasted, i'm suprised ya posted, now die and gloat quick
your time has shown kids your death is served, i'm a violent host, bitch
no delivery; cry over a deprived postage, my flows've grown elite too
disposed ya feats through UK, everybody you know jus 'overseas' you
loathe this foo, my goal is soon to corrode acid in ya open wounds
expose the blue beneath an keep burning till ya bones're broken through
and ya flesh is scarred, to accept.. its hard that your text is harmed
got 'over-powered' out of your MOD spot, cause u got 'left in charge'
chest gets sparred; an ya ribs'll stick to the marks of my imprinted fist
extend a clip out the chamber n watch it travel to miss an skip a disk
it just stretches ya spine, embedded insides an'll be reflected in time
got soft; 'fore you getcha head chopped off, gotta put ya neck on the line
spittin ugly words, wanna feel greatness? you gotta touch me first
you being the 'weakest link' is a knock off, no wonder u spit a rusty verse