Saint
10-27-2017, 08:20 PM
Magistrate Sparring Grounds
GENUFLEX
yo FREESTEELO, readin these 20 lines is fuckin suicidal
bro,for ya, ill lines, hard to find, like that peep waldo
when comparin to mine, but don't start cryin though
these 702 blows bein delivered to FREE's dome
pentratin like STEEL n lead, leavin O's in body bones
your direction, injury proned
click ya mouse you lose control
cuz compared to me ya just monotone
I'm comin 360 a.k.a. stereo
as youre commin hard like pillow foam
Im crushin all wack infested homes
so ya just dropped under the poverty line
with the 13th line, i got u like Badu with 3 dollars n 6 dimes
injectin lethal rhymes in minds
stealin time from ya life line
left blind, still tyrin ta send a reply
encounter me get touched in the 3rd kind
pass your dome see the vacancy sign
step up to me and i'll move ya into....
pine.....
GENUFLEX C.O.D.
FreeSteelo
Whuddup yo! I hate to do it to my peeps.
Bizness is Bizness though................
Today, I reck Genuflex like explosives do decayed Metroplex./ No respect lost,/
but in this battle, I inflect mandibles like a furious left-cross./
I step forth,…/ command undivided attention like a sex course/
then erect 4 plus 21 lines to perplex gores as my text dwarfs all warwords U let forth./
I got U locked like the beast wit’ master key techniques./
You just LOST BOY like Mr. Cheeks./ So don’t waste time typing….Instead hold delete./
In my wake, blown to pieces by this proffessional thesis./
Ya shit iz Division III collegiate; played out like jeans with starched creases./
U should have no problemo heatin’ bleaches after Steez blaze that ass worse than 10000 degreez with ease./
U couldn’t add life to ya lyrics decreed if they were cryogenically freezed./
Droppin ill themes, I leave Gods pleased; lexically levitatin’ like my gravity was ceazed./
Behold Stee’ as he hunt foes. See,/ when I’m threw, Genu’ comes to the conclusion he can’t undo losin usin’ /
I’m abusin’ emceez,/ impeding this kid’s procession like Mormon Parental Discretion./
Syngergizing ya Utopia with depression; embodying ill-xenophobia when I’m flexin’;/
I motivate voters like bribes as I faradize ya hide; gotcha screamin’ hollerin’ bleedin’ slobberin’ swallowin’ ya pride./
I hit hard like da eye of Hurricane Nora—it figures/crossin’ my path is like gazells crossin’ the Mara River./
Steelo is the sicker; da omnipotent reign deliverer./
Polar slugz triggered left ya scripts blistered like but-naked clit lips in anarctic blizzards./
Labiums become unbalmed when I bomb sentences leavin’ ya psalms tegumented./
My battle hymns come off comprehensive. Hence, another Steelo win is documented./
This page soon becomes desolate with headz detered wonderin’ what the foul stench is./
Damn yo…..you’re my boy,
but I had to touch you.
peace out yo
FreeSteelo1-0
1ARMY/icu spawn
GENUFLEX
yo FREESTEELO, readin these 20 lines is fuckin suicidal
bro,for ya, ill lines, hard to find, like that peep waldo
when comparin to mine, but don't start cryin though
these 702 blows bein delivered to FREE's dome
pentratin like STEEL n lead, leavin O's in body bones
your direction, injury proned
click ya mouse you lose control
cuz compared to me ya just monotone
I'm comin 360 a.k.a. stereo
as youre commin hard like pillow foam
Im crushin all wack infested homes
so ya just dropped under the poverty line
with the 13th line, i got u like Badu with 3 dollars n 6 dimes
injectin lethal rhymes in minds
stealin time from ya life line
left blind, still tyrin ta send a reply
encounter me get touched in the 3rd kind
pass your dome see the vacancy sign
step up to me and i'll move ya into....
pine.....
GENUFLEX C.O.D.
FreeSteelo
Whuddup yo! I hate to do it to my peeps.
Bizness is Bizness though................
Today, I reck Genuflex like explosives do decayed Metroplex./ No respect lost,/
but in this battle, I inflect mandibles like a furious left-cross./
I step forth,…/ command undivided attention like a sex course/
then erect 4 plus 21 lines to perplex gores as my text dwarfs all warwords U let forth./
I got U locked like the beast wit’ master key techniques./
You just LOST BOY like Mr. Cheeks./ So don’t waste time typing….Instead hold delete./
In my wake, blown to pieces by this proffessional thesis./
Ya shit iz Division III collegiate; played out like jeans with starched creases./
U should have no problemo heatin’ bleaches after Steez blaze that ass worse than 10000 degreez with ease./
U couldn’t add life to ya lyrics decreed if they were cryogenically freezed./
Droppin ill themes, I leave Gods pleased; lexically levitatin’ like my gravity was ceazed./
Behold Stee’ as he hunt foes. See,/ when I’m threw, Genu’ comes to the conclusion he can’t undo losin usin’ /
I’m abusin’ emceez,/ impeding this kid’s procession like Mormon Parental Discretion./
Syngergizing ya Utopia with depression; embodying ill-xenophobia when I’m flexin’;/
I motivate voters like bribes as I faradize ya hide; gotcha screamin’ hollerin’ bleedin’ slobberin’ swallowin’ ya pride./
I hit hard like da eye of Hurricane Nora—it figures/crossin’ my path is like gazells crossin’ the Mara River./
Steelo is the sicker; da omnipotent reign deliverer./
Polar slugz triggered left ya scripts blistered like but-naked clit lips in anarctic blizzards./
Labiums become unbalmed when I bomb sentences leavin’ ya psalms tegumented./
My battle hymns come off comprehensive. Hence, another Steelo win is documented./
This page soon becomes desolate with headz detered wonderin’ what the foul stench is./
Damn yo…..you’re my boy,
but I had to touch you.
peace out yo
FreeSteelo1-0
1ARMY/icu spawn