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Saint
01-16-2018, 12:52 AM
The Lyrical Crusade

f/ *s*y*s*o*p*, shadowwarrior, eMCee TraPeZoiD, FED X, ZEXEC, and U.S. (M)arshall (Original posting date: September 6, 1998)

** This piece was originally an "Open Collab", in which I posted my verse as the lead-off verse, and then I allowed anyone who wanted to to add on, and then the entire joint was posted together.
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[King~D the Arch-Villain]:
Gangstas swipin every rhyme in the book, bitin snakes is venomous //
To the whole hip hop industry, but I'm bringin in the metamorphosis //
Lethal lyricist leavin bloodstains in the gutter, I'm unpredictable, law-disregardin //
When I invade your territory you betta be sharp, you get no error margin //
Wack motherfuckers with wack material, it's got me feelin' ill //
The uneducated grabbin spoons and eatin that shit up like bowls of cereal //
It's time to bring this shit to an end, torchin empires like ancient rulers //
These rhymes are laced with gold like they were made by Italian jewelers //
Perfectin medieval instruments of torture, refer to me as the wizard //
Of the castle, castin lyrical spells that blind you like a blizzard //
I tempt the senses outta perception, unbelievable mind molesta //
I'm so wicked when I speak I could turn man's best friend against ya //
In my realm call-outs lead to shoot-outs, blast ya for good measure //
Blast you again, double jeopardy, like a bitch cummin I shiver from the pleasure //
Scenes of my aftermath grotesque, inducin vomit like a hangover //
Knock the weak down, lay em out feelin like a Range Rover //
Done ran over em, they're gonna scorch from the heat of my animosity //
Savage like a werewolf, I attack with no mercy, no generosity //
My anger explodes like nuclear fission, I'm on a deadly mission //
I strike with precision, you never know when I get you what the conditions //
Pizza delivery boy brings an innocent box, BOOM, ya goner //
Gift sent from the Mafia Royal erase you like the Unabomber //
Call my crusade Mortal Kombat, like Sub-Zero I'm gonna freeze ya //
Grab your neck and squeeze ya, verses givin punks amnesia //
Confrontation gangsta vs. hip hop, my style wins with no debate //
The nation's under a wack mental state we need to eliminate //
Fake emcees need to renovate their minds, their collapse I dedicate //
To the return of true hip hop, the verbal jewels we communicate //
Ya gonna need Heimlich manuevers when the shit I spit chokes ya like a python //
But the crusade doesn't end here, to the next emcee in line I pass the mic on //

[*s*y*s*o*p*]:
too many emcees wanna try to be the snake that bit-ya +
so lemme show some unity wit king d and travel the path witchya +
electricity lights the road from the fists of rayden +
so I stay travelin, gold laden solo or wit bro stay crusadin +
masqueraden, territory invadin, pillage the city +
the road to tru serenity comes with divinity and pure pity +
but yet I show none, too hard headed intent to become the shogun +
with an age hardened grin and keep on the RUN like LOGAN +
I cant hear ya like Im hogan, hand to ear +
the whistlin wind tells me Im comin near +
see the gates to the fortress, the desert nomad has begun to arrive +
grab the gun, then the c4 then dynomite, why deprive? +
as I rush through the gates a spray of gun fire cracks the silence +
vulgar display of power mixed with a vicious display of violence +
but Ill leave it at that, maybe Ill tell ya the end +
but between me and you, how could I lose if Im still standin, friend? +

[shadowwarrior]:
I feel that so allow me to blind cats like cataracts
Flying blind and refracting audio facts like bats
Perhaps my raps is strong enough to reattach synapse
That get collapsed by errors in syntax
Like a double-bladed axe, I retract the essence
Of side-striking heads that blindside mics without blessing
The area with intelligible conceptions
And rely on supplied physical weapons
Calling those that catch wreck through mental perceptions
To unload their capacity and erode deceptions
Like flash floods with enough flow to cause severe undertow
Sucking the fluids of vital functions down below
And out the route of waste to displace falsifications
By electrifying verbal solutes through oxidation
I unleash lethal orations from provocation
That decimate cultures and disintegrate entire nations
Never hesitate to exhale like Angela
The time has come to weed out those that lack the stamina
To uphold ideals once foretold to the disciples
Of Hip-Hop. Now off the top, come with the vitals

[eMCee TraPeZoiD]:
programmed intelligence and the inability to solidify thoughts //
is the monastics and ways transending through labaratory robots //
ex harvard professors with automated creatures //
depriving humans of occupations violated like ghetto teachers //
but to harmonize the way these programmed beasts are strictly figured bitter //
is like respecting a canibus jocker or socialzing with a "gangsta rap" spitter //
no longer will we hale the easter guardians of the watch towers in the east //
due to electronic algebraic expressions with you seeing illusions of beasts //
be prepared for welfare and co existing with non human pieces of titanium //
binded together like centurions with computer chips inside their craniums //
normal ways of modern living will soon be treated ancient //
surgeons will be robots with humans as the patients //
balance is being unequalized with the robotics in favor //
hope to allah that you die before the electronic ill behavior //
serenity will be utilized with devine sour force //
TraP's in the new world order's meal the robots taking over is the appetizing course...

[FED X]:
to be precise i'm twice as nice
as christ when i hold tha mic
device/my tongue be like a knife
so duck when my vocals slice/
actually i'm more like vader
swingin' a light-saber/or even
better i swoop through to save
the day like a caped crusader/
only i got an M and a C on my
chest/ i shoot lyrics at ya brain/
not under the protection of a vest/
you lose ya breath like the rest when
tha microphone i molest/ i'll leave ya
ears swollen before i'm even done wit
tha mic test/its somebody elses turn
to jump in tha cypher/remember that
mental sniper killing those who
bite like a viper.....

[ZEXEC]:
Hence forth I clashed wit the best of em//
crashed, slayed- their women I slept wit em//
call me the under-taker // Mr. Mistic amo shaker//
thermo nuclear scientific anihalater // brass knuckle breaker//
the rage assembles when the wackness is ever so present//
you peasant // when ya skull getz crushed- itz not pleasant//
now is it? you lyrically challenged MC from Ruck-town//
gittin shook down // from the collabo take-down //
this undergraound madness // swiftly be the fastess //
to catch wreck on any set from here ta Budha-pest //
Black-out!!

[U.S. (M)arshall]:
The Crusade, my bright thought moves through-shade/
A new-age of Onslaught, here to leave dudes-scathed/
By IN.....JUR......NA...........TIONAL causes/
My offense discards-limbs, heads are lookin disturbed and nautious/
I walk wit tha movement of freight-train, wit concentrated-aim/
Responce-is-great-when-played, though some got confiscated-rage/
Meaning they channel off tha next mans energy and steal-steez/
I heal-scenes, gainin street props like an urban realty/
I told my man, "Lock ya windows or get-ya-crib-looted"/
Tha same goes wit industry shit too, they'll mis-distribute-it/
As GENUINE, as the first time falling off-a-bike/
Coughing on mics, is what these phonies do. Exhausting a LIFE/
That I live every second on the timex/
Yo, why-flex? Ya blind-text will be added to the last spines and necks/
I bring-free style to tha table, aint that right King-D/
NiGgaz know U.S.'s inner wiseness energizes like Gin Seng-tea/
PeaCe to Sir j or Tha Dirty 30, hope ya heard-me/
I as well as U, know that boards get blessed superbly/
Usually i'm on chill, but I guess i'll battle-more-a'ya/
I'll handle-4-0f-ya, while flexing wit Shadow-warrior/
And why-stop, when I can just wreck heads wit s*y*s*o*p/
Punches now rupture your retina, cuz U.S.'s giving your eyes-knotts/
Then your head-next, spead tha flesh then past the fork and knive to Fed-Ex/
Remember when I used to shoplift, and fled-Heichs/
But nahh, anotha-flow-weapon like Double-O-7/
Level Low Destined, cuz this whole LIFE is a struggle, no question/

Diablo
01-16-2018, 02:22 AM
It's dope to be able to read a U.S Marshal verse of this period. I can't believe many others (if any) have survived this long. I recognise a few of these names too!