trap.
01-26-2013, 04:08 PM
12-11-2001
Triple X spit
in the mix im wishin but i got no intentions
to parlay it down to to your two sided dimensions
you 2-d to me you got nothing to see im still
learning this learning this fool but you still can't see me
im in the end listen to all that comes down
ill pull some punches before we go round
now come up and listen to me
i got nothing to say, just stand by my feet study listen and pray
you want facts how this one
i just did two battles at the same time and you lost but textstar won
thats all i got
Da Storm spit
Here we go dog
My verbals strike like lightning~I use words to rupture spleens~A quite unique human being wit black wings~and all dominant genes/
Basic punches style
Think i wont damage ya~while im "pro" ya styles "amatuer"~I throw "punches" all day while Triple X he "lacks stamina"/
Think you can fuck wit tha X any member of tha crew can handle ya/
Battlin me you tend ta "lose" more shit than "compulsive gamblers"/
Ya career is goin straight to the "bottom" like "floorless homes"/
punches strike ya dome~ID only possible by DNA chromosomes/
This kid not worthy can we get another challenger to replace em/
I grab the mic and you lose all "connection" like "cable theft" next to "police stations"/
Spit "toxins" at ya "waste" (waist) and still you couldn't be "half" of shit/
Against Storm challengers tend to "fail" like under "sixty-five" averages/
Cant stop the reign~ya styles to plain~wack rappers get slain/
Cause ya rhymes "half steppin" worse than Big Daddy Kane wit a "ankle sprain"/
Dreams of victory you need to let it go~ before "X" gets hit wit "triple" blows~to leave him wit a "tricklin nose"/
"Runnin Laps" around cats on all "tracks" so call me "Flow Joe"/ (Flo-Jo a track star and my name is Joe)
It's done.
Triple X spit
in the mix im wishin but i got no intentions
to parlay it down to to your two sided dimensions
you 2-d to me you got nothing to see im still
learning this learning this fool but you still can't see me
im in the end listen to all that comes down
ill pull some punches before we go round
now come up and listen to me
i got nothing to say, just stand by my feet study listen and pray
you want facts how this one
i just did two battles at the same time and you lost but textstar won
thats all i got
Da Storm spit
Here we go dog
My verbals strike like lightning~I use words to rupture spleens~A quite unique human being wit black wings~and all dominant genes/
Basic punches style
Think i wont damage ya~while im "pro" ya styles "amatuer"~I throw "punches" all day while Triple X he "lacks stamina"/
Think you can fuck wit tha X any member of tha crew can handle ya/
Battlin me you tend ta "lose" more shit than "compulsive gamblers"/
Ya career is goin straight to the "bottom" like "floorless homes"/
punches strike ya dome~ID only possible by DNA chromosomes/
This kid not worthy can we get another challenger to replace em/
I grab the mic and you lose all "connection" like "cable theft" next to "police stations"/
Spit "toxins" at ya "waste" (waist) and still you couldn't be "half" of shit/
Against Storm challengers tend to "fail" like under "sixty-five" averages/
Cant stop the reign~ya styles to plain~wack rappers get slain/
Cause ya rhymes "half steppin" worse than Big Daddy Kane wit a "ankle sprain"/
Dreams of victory you need to let it go~ before "X" gets hit wit "triple" blows~to leave him wit a "tricklin nose"/
"Runnin Laps" around cats on all "tracks" so call me "Flow Joe"/ (Flo-Jo a track star and my name is Joe)
It's done.