Saint
10-29-2017, 10:13 PM
Intersite Tourney vs UA in 2001
Syphological:
See me? Hardly, this is a tourney bash, we only need bacardi
But we’ll call you Senator Jeffords, the first to leave the party
Think ya tight too? & you can win? Ya must be psyched dude
I see you over at UrbanProwlers, beggin for them to like you
So I’m winning this, get fucked up, lose ya innocence
Nicknamed The Judge cause I got Shyne in my sentences
You’re finished kid, Syph’s tight, you get ripped & slammed
Threw ya own scripts back at ya, I guess the shit hit the fan
I’ll miss you man, the lamest kid yet with the played flow
Think you’ll end up OK, nah, backwards, you end up KO’d
Say though, I gave you my 12”, asked ya if my songs good
But ya took my other 12, just to ‘get off on the wrong foot’
Wanted all wood, still a fag while I stay atop the artists
‘Coming at me?’ But like false arrests I’m ‘droppin charges’
I’m wreckin ya health, saw ya lookin around, beggin for help
So ill, I say I’ll win the tourney just to get ahead of myself!
My pedigree, is champ, my service of ya even has tennis shook
Got ya records & broke them, now I’m in the Guinness book
This menace took, your life, no chance against amazin prose
& KS’s Admin says, you’re the reason registrations closed
Got tasteless flows, but since I shine I’ll be the ‘weather’ man
Unsure ‘whether’ to kick ya ass or ‘whether’ to let you stand
Raps are second hand, askin ya weak crews to share rhymes
Death is near, like the XFL you’ve lost your air time
I swear I’m, the illest yet, kill a vet & defeat this man
Now ya shook, can only watch for the Hook like Peter Pan
Sypher / Illusion
Relentless Fist:
two barbarians meet peeps can see the heat through your teeth
Sypher might look hungry, but thats cause he hasn’t eaten in weeks
boney arms dont enact-violence..this weakling aint rhyming
he must be on a ‘crash-diet’ like drinking and driving
start re-thinking your timing, I laugh at your thoughts of besting me
when I ran over your brain I must’ve jogged your memory
just keep the pace son, your half dead and I aint done
there’s many ‘forms’ of my violence, your still on page one
but we’re the same son, both like Big Ben.. no clownin around
cause you got large ‘tics’ and I’m the ‘tock’ of the town
haulting your wage, your in debt, start markin your grave
cause when my bomb drops it’ll cost an arm and a leg
1m that loud screach after hours.. the evil speech in your showers
your wife’s grave? well I’m the cat thats leavin her flowers
but lets….flashback to Prowlers.. with cats like Meph and Sime
what weren’t you there for round 2? oh thats right... nevermind
you speak shit fluently.. but aint no way that you could ruin me
your just speaking falsehoods... much like your community
better late then later, but keystyles? it’s either fakes or fakers
an offense built around a shack. but you aint the Lakers
your styles stuck in dispair, the effort shows with nothing to spare
go fly a kite.. the thought of you winning is ‘up in the air’
a monopoly, FisT clears the boards.. there aint no stopping me
Im a ‘charging Bull’ like Elton Brand on a shopping spree
dont you talk to me.. remove yourself, your a mockery
your from keystyles? funny.. cause the win’s a lock for me
Syphological:
See me? Hardly, this is a tourney bash, we only need bacardi
But we’ll call you Senator Jeffords, the first to leave the party
Think ya tight too? & you can win? Ya must be psyched dude
I see you over at UrbanProwlers, beggin for them to like you
So I’m winning this, get fucked up, lose ya innocence
Nicknamed The Judge cause I got Shyne in my sentences
You’re finished kid, Syph’s tight, you get ripped & slammed
Threw ya own scripts back at ya, I guess the shit hit the fan
I’ll miss you man, the lamest kid yet with the played flow
Think you’ll end up OK, nah, backwards, you end up KO’d
Say though, I gave you my 12”, asked ya if my songs good
But ya took my other 12, just to ‘get off on the wrong foot’
Wanted all wood, still a fag while I stay atop the artists
‘Coming at me?’ But like false arrests I’m ‘droppin charges’
I’m wreckin ya health, saw ya lookin around, beggin for help
So ill, I say I’ll win the tourney just to get ahead of myself!
My pedigree, is champ, my service of ya even has tennis shook
Got ya records & broke them, now I’m in the Guinness book
This menace took, your life, no chance against amazin prose
& KS’s Admin says, you’re the reason registrations closed
Got tasteless flows, but since I shine I’ll be the ‘weather’ man
Unsure ‘whether’ to kick ya ass or ‘whether’ to let you stand
Raps are second hand, askin ya weak crews to share rhymes
Death is near, like the XFL you’ve lost your air time
I swear I’m, the illest yet, kill a vet & defeat this man
Now ya shook, can only watch for the Hook like Peter Pan
Sypher / Illusion
Relentless Fist:
two barbarians meet peeps can see the heat through your teeth
Sypher might look hungry, but thats cause he hasn’t eaten in weeks
boney arms dont enact-violence..this weakling aint rhyming
he must be on a ‘crash-diet’ like drinking and driving
start re-thinking your timing, I laugh at your thoughts of besting me
when I ran over your brain I must’ve jogged your memory
just keep the pace son, your half dead and I aint done
there’s many ‘forms’ of my violence, your still on page one
but we’re the same son, both like Big Ben.. no clownin around
cause you got large ‘tics’ and I’m the ‘tock’ of the town
haulting your wage, your in debt, start markin your grave
cause when my bomb drops it’ll cost an arm and a leg
1m that loud screach after hours.. the evil speech in your showers
your wife’s grave? well I’m the cat thats leavin her flowers
but lets….flashback to Prowlers.. with cats like Meph and Sime
what weren’t you there for round 2? oh thats right... nevermind
you speak shit fluently.. but aint no way that you could ruin me
your just speaking falsehoods... much like your community
better late then later, but keystyles? it’s either fakes or fakers
an offense built around a shack. but you aint the Lakers
your styles stuck in dispair, the effort shows with nothing to spare
go fly a kite.. the thought of you winning is ‘up in the air’
a monopoly, FisT clears the boards.. there aint no stopping me
Im a ‘charging Bull’ like Elton Brand on a shopping spree
dont you talk to me.. remove yourself, your a mockery
your from keystyles? funny.. cause the win’s a lock for me