Saint
11-29-2017, 01:30 AM
Originally posted October 16 2001 at 5:53 PM
Vernacular Swordplay (originally older)
Pedigree:
niggas still don't know what beef is,
your weak thesis is meek kid/ battle verses appear facetious.
my spectacular speech creases any emcee it reaches/
leave em pleated, restin in peace in pieces.
you're pure sweetness like peaches, stop puffin on the penis/
or i'mma get fiendish and start snatchin cats from they zeniths.
ever since i learned the king's english i say it and i mean it/
and schemin demons suddenly seem anemic-squeemish.
my team is S.H.I.L.D. and i hate when niggas disrespect that/ so check that or get wrecked, black, in a deathmatch.
you're not even a set-back, dog, you're more of a hobby/ just sumthin to do to pass time til i face sumthin less sloppy.
pedi is ready and more deadly/
than a drunk cat with no eyes jugglin heavy machetes.
lyrics is wild like rhinos on the serengeti/ severin steady till all that remains is flesh confetti.
fuccin ruble like betty, bet we use our abusive music/
to show you feeble attempts at penetratin a S.H.I.L.D. are useless.
my verb usage is served roothless in seconds/
causin peasants who enter a battle to quickly exit.
you can edit my epics, "f" it, i'll still be felt/
like secretaries bendin over to reach the bottom shelf.
examine your rymes and then my text/
you lackin sufficient rap "sense" and keep bouncin mic "checks."
prepare to get fucced like sex, piled in a mess/
now you got more problems than an algebra test.
hours i bless with enough stamina to damage ya/ under any parameters if you in a 100 hundred miles of my diameter.
with over 100 styles you amateurs, peep my ryme scale:/
battlin in italian, alien, african, and braille.
the english spoken in wales, islamic, indian, arabic/
canis adustus, and the 3rd world slang of terrorists.
i dare a bitch to cross me, you hittin too softly/
couldn't burn an emcee if you filled his mic with coffee.
get off me...
---------------------VS--------------------------------
Flawless:
through my research, I see you advanced wit a prewritten,
so you already had the clip in, while he was gathering ammuntion*
try that wit me and I'll BEAT you into a submission,
take ya UNORTHODOX style and sit you in an up front position*
take ya keypad, break the A, E, I, O, U buttons, now lets invision,
you make a rhyme wit all "sometimes y's" so you can't compete under those conditions*
i delivered this verse witout packaged handling or shippin,
my symptoms cause conviction if I sense premeditated suspicsion*
everyone knew when they saw this match-up, UNORTHODOX was the VICTIM,
even witout my recognition, FLAWLESS also means NO COMPETITION*
be a REAL contender, throw ya pre-writtens into a blender,
come at me keystyle and we'll see who's the illest nigga*
me vs. you is like a bolder to a tiny pebble,
cause pebbles skitch the water, bolders penetrate to the DEEPEST level*
while ya styles impetchual, i persist as a runnin rebel,
to me, ya life's value is'nt SENTIMENTAL, so you don't need no gold medal*
blow by blow, ya condition gets CRITICAL,
i desecrate ya lyrical, to the SIMPLEST form of mineral*
as an individual, constantly kill as a rhyme criminal,
and if you tied me down, gagged, and blinded me, i'm still INVINSIBLE*
actually to be honest, i see UNORTHODOX as INVISIBLE,
i'm testin my alter ego, ya style aint tight enough to be intellectual*
take all ya pronouns, nouns, & syllables, break apart ya whole physical,
til you suffer manic depression and have a psychiatrist come to visit you*
my lyrics, blind so fast, you'll wish this post wasn't visual,
and after I kill, you can only be restored through a witch craft RITUAL*
so i can see you once more, to tell you ya skills are PITIFUL,
after i collect ALL the votin residuals, i'll keep the braggin to a minimal*
i gather mentalities of FLAWLESS, while yours is LARRY,MOE, and CURLY,
now you got 3 brains, and still have the skillz of BOBBY HURLEY*
sure to die surely, from rapid MATRIX combatic flurry,
so fast ya visions BLURY, when testin my rhyme fury*
my tranquilizers I inject, slow me down, cause i'm way tighter,
my rhymes soak ya mentals switch ya style til u ask me.. " U wanna cyber?"*
watch what you get into, when you in these WOODS wit TIGERS,
step to my (know)ledge, thrown off the ledge, wearin a broke hang glider*
in the time it takes you to write, twice i backflip along the EQUATOR,
while construct wit my mic's lazer, you heat up wit a VIBRATOR!*
havin ORGASMS, screamin out " FLAWLESS is GREATER",
tell the private investigator, ya rhymes INACCURATE DATA*
throughout my existency, i've proven I hold SUPREMACY,
so now you sit wit broke LIGAMENTS, twisted parts UNORTHODOX physically*
although this verse is LEGENDARY, you'll try and claim SELECTIVE MEMORY,
but everytime you and friends play MK TRILOGY, you remember me, through FLAWLESS VICTORY....
Flawless
~FU~
Vernacular Swordplay (originally older)
Pedigree:
niggas still don't know what beef is,
your weak thesis is meek kid/ battle verses appear facetious.
my spectacular speech creases any emcee it reaches/
leave em pleated, restin in peace in pieces.
you're pure sweetness like peaches, stop puffin on the penis/
or i'mma get fiendish and start snatchin cats from they zeniths.
ever since i learned the king's english i say it and i mean it/
and schemin demons suddenly seem anemic-squeemish.
my team is S.H.I.L.D. and i hate when niggas disrespect that/ so check that or get wrecked, black, in a deathmatch.
you're not even a set-back, dog, you're more of a hobby/ just sumthin to do to pass time til i face sumthin less sloppy.
pedi is ready and more deadly/
than a drunk cat with no eyes jugglin heavy machetes.
lyrics is wild like rhinos on the serengeti/ severin steady till all that remains is flesh confetti.
fuccin ruble like betty, bet we use our abusive music/
to show you feeble attempts at penetratin a S.H.I.L.D. are useless.
my verb usage is served roothless in seconds/
causin peasants who enter a battle to quickly exit.
you can edit my epics, "f" it, i'll still be felt/
like secretaries bendin over to reach the bottom shelf.
examine your rymes and then my text/
you lackin sufficient rap "sense" and keep bouncin mic "checks."
prepare to get fucced like sex, piled in a mess/
now you got more problems than an algebra test.
hours i bless with enough stamina to damage ya/ under any parameters if you in a 100 hundred miles of my diameter.
with over 100 styles you amateurs, peep my ryme scale:/
battlin in italian, alien, african, and braille.
the english spoken in wales, islamic, indian, arabic/
canis adustus, and the 3rd world slang of terrorists.
i dare a bitch to cross me, you hittin too softly/
couldn't burn an emcee if you filled his mic with coffee.
get off me...
---------------------VS--------------------------------
Flawless:
through my research, I see you advanced wit a prewritten,
so you already had the clip in, while he was gathering ammuntion*
try that wit me and I'll BEAT you into a submission,
take ya UNORTHODOX style and sit you in an up front position*
take ya keypad, break the A, E, I, O, U buttons, now lets invision,
you make a rhyme wit all "sometimes y's" so you can't compete under those conditions*
i delivered this verse witout packaged handling or shippin,
my symptoms cause conviction if I sense premeditated suspicsion*
everyone knew when they saw this match-up, UNORTHODOX was the VICTIM,
even witout my recognition, FLAWLESS also means NO COMPETITION*
be a REAL contender, throw ya pre-writtens into a blender,
come at me keystyle and we'll see who's the illest nigga*
me vs. you is like a bolder to a tiny pebble,
cause pebbles skitch the water, bolders penetrate to the DEEPEST level*
while ya styles impetchual, i persist as a runnin rebel,
to me, ya life's value is'nt SENTIMENTAL, so you don't need no gold medal*
blow by blow, ya condition gets CRITICAL,
i desecrate ya lyrical, to the SIMPLEST form of mineral*
as an individual, constantly kill as a rhyme criminal,
and if you tied me down, gagged, and blinded me, i'm still INVINSIBLE*
actually to be honest, i see UNORTHODOX as INVISIBLE,
i'm testin my alter ego, ya style aint tight enough to be intellectual*
take all ya pronouns, nouns, & syllables, break apart ya whole physical,
til you suffer manic depression and have a psychiatrist come to visit you*
my lyrics, blind so fast, you'll wish this post wasn't visual,
and after I kill, you can only be restored through a witch craft RITUAL*
so i can see you once more, to tell you ya skills are PITIFUL,
after i collect ALL the votin residuals, i'll keep the braggin to a minimal*
i gather mentalities of FLAWLESS, while yours is LARRY,MOE, and CURLY,
now you got 3 brains, and still have the skillz of BOBBY HURLEY*
sure to die surely, from rapid MATRIX combatic flurry,
so fast ya visions BLURY, when testin my rhyme fury*
my tranquilizers I inject, slow me down, cause i'm way tighter,
my rhymes soak ya mentals switch ya style til u ask me.. " U wanna cyber?"*
watch what you get into, when you in these WOODS wit TIGERS,
step to my (know)ledge, thrown off the ledge, wearin a broke hang glider*
in the time it takes you to write, twice i backflip along the EQUATOR,
while construct wit my mic's lazer, you heat up wit a VIBRATOR!*
havin ORGASMS, screamin out " FLAWLESS is GREATER",
tell the private investigator, ya rhymes INACCURATE DATA*
throughout my existency, i've proven I hold SUPREMACY,
so now you sit wit broke LIGAMENTS, twisted parts UNORTHODOX physically*
although this verse is LEGENDARY, you'll try and claim SELECTIVE MEMORY,
but everytime you and friends play MK TRILOGY, you remember me, through FLAWLESS VICTORY....
Flawless
~FU~