God Of War
01-27-2013, 12:52 PM
posted on 6/7/02
shijin8
my verse'll fuck you so hard they'll call you thumbscrews
have ya ass as wide as obese mamas in flowered muumuus//
ya rhymes are more played than dominoes on yahoo
your battle style should be classified as metaphor misuse//
ya punch is soft, you attract BOOs and POOH-POOHs,
so weak, feels like a rubdown from a crippled masseuse//
pummeling ya face, got the mod counting by twos,
leaving ya dazed and confused
want me quit whooping ya ass so bad, now don't you?//
burn ya mic and flame torch ya computer, ya hasbeen
you got no protection, like stopping AIDS with lambskin//
shijin's checkin ya chin
i shatter this queer's sphere through his headgear leaving the screen unclear
make ya splatter ya shitty lyrics outta shear fear.//
i'll have ya text wins in a 10 year arrear//
just like cloudy piss, end ya emcee career, ya next battle supoena’s a no-show
"failure to appear"//
this loss will have you phobic and allergic to keyboards
so scarred you won't touch cardboard, corkboard, chalkboard, or chessboards //
you are a lousy mic whore!!
This $10 mic fuck is as loose as an afghan truce
gettin stripped and ripped cuz ya vocabs are dry and ya verses lack juice//
so swallow dem words you bout to spit cuz ya got no skills
you're covered and full of shit, like big city landfills//
i'm so sick got ya paying my hmo bills
gotcha welcoming death and preparing ya will for this kill.//
one love, shijin8 ~poet always~
vs.
thumbsdown
I'll slap ya cunt with the blunt side of an axe//
smashin ya chances of advancin dope text syntax//
crackin the shins of shijin sendin' her knee bendin in opposite//
standing on her esophagus while she sign screaming "get off of it!!!//
I droppin those dimes that'll make shijin resign from offices//
like Clergy Members tryin to explain young~ones~cum~stained orafices//
cause I'm Lord~of~the~Fists each swing got emcee's floored~from~the~mist//
like DEF Comedy Jam mixed with Shaq my punches scored~with~a~diss//
now and forever court~is~dissmissed never come back like Jordy's sight//*
cause I'm knockin you out the park like pitches thrown to "Can't get Right"//*
I'm ridiculously invensible ya verse just tickles me peep the dimples//
I'll cut you in half with a hi-hat while you bleed make you clean the cymbols//
my verse got you trembling mumbling prayers under ya breath//
death is imminent you have battled the best in text so fuck all the rest//
my verse is handing out more "blessings" than Rastafarians givin dapp//
giving them cotton mouth like they're teeth's topped with linnen caps//
I'm wicked, sicker than the last chick Irving inflicted//
you'll think it's "Magic", the way I attack, naw I'm just gifted//
I'll steal ya pen and stab ya imaginary friend in the chin//
Your train of thought's all for naught like fans hoping the Nets'll win//
*"Life" Eddie Murphy "Can't get Right" was Bokeem Woodbine the base ball player
* Jordy "Star Trek Next Generation" Lavarr Burton?? (I think that's his name) Reading Rainbow man
shijin8
my verse'll fuck you so hard they'll call you thumbscrews
have ya ass as wide as obese mamas in flowered muumuus//
ya rhymes are more played than dominoes on yahoo
your battle style should be classified as metaphor misuse//
ya punch is soft, you attract BOOs and POOH-POOHs,
so weak, feels like a rubdown from a crippled masseuse//
pummeling ya face, got the mod counting by twos,
leaving ya dazed and confused
want me quit whooping ya ass so bad, now don't you?//
burn ya mic and flame torch ya computer, ya hasbeen
you got no protection, like stopping AIDS with lambskin//
shijin's checkin ya chin
i shatter this queer's sphere through his headgear leaving the screen unclear
make ya splatter ya shitty lyrics outta shear fear.//
i'll have ya text wins in a 10 year arrear//
just like cloudy piss, end ya emcee career, ya next battle supoena’s a no-show
"failure to appear"//
this loss will have you phobic and allergic to keyboards
so scarred you won't touch cardboard, corkboard, chalkboard, or chessboards //
you are a lousy mic whore!!
This $10 mic fuck is as loose as an afghan truce
gettin stripped and ripped cuz ya vocabs are dry and ya verses lack juice//
so swallow dem words you bout to spit cuz ya got no skills
you're covered and full of shit, like big city landfills//
i'm so sick got ya paying my hmo bills
gotcha welcoming death and preparing ya will for this kill.//
one love, shijin8 ~poet always~
vs.
thumbsdown
I'll slap ya cunt with the blunt side of an axe//
smashin ya chances of advancin dope text syntax//
crackin the shins of shijin sendin' her knee bendin in opposite//
standing on her esophagus while she sign screaming "get off of it!!!//
I droppin those dimes that'll make shijin resign from offices//
like Clergy Members tryin to explain young~ones~cum~stained orafices//
cause I'm Lord~of~the~Fists each swing got emcee's floored~from~the~mist//
like DEF Comedy Jam mixed with Shaq my punches scored~with~a~diss//
now and forever court~is~dissmissed never come back like Jordy's sight//*
cause I'm knockin you out the park like pitches thrown to "Can't get Right"//*
I'm ridiculously invensible ya verse just tickles me peep the dimples//
I'll cut you in half with a hi-hat while you bleed make you clean the cymbols//
my verse got you trembling mumbling prayers under ya breath//
death is imminent you have battled the best in text so fuck all the rest//
my verse is handing out more "blessings" than Rastafarians givin dapp//
giving them cotton mouth like they're teeth's topped with linnen caps//
I'm wicked, sicker than the last chick Irving inflicted//
you'll think it's "Magic", the way I attack, naw I'm just gifted//
I'll steal ya pen and stab ya imaginary friend in the chin//
Your train of thought's all for naught like fans hoping the Nets'll win//
*"Life" Eddie Murphy "Can't get Right" was Bokeem Woodbine the base ball player
* Jordy "Star Trek Next Generation" Lavarr Burton?? (I think that's his name) Reading Rainbow man