God Of War
01-27-2013, 01:53 PM
posted on 4/6/01
Lyrical Miracle no1
Lunchtime!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yo I wasnt going to leave you hangin.
Yo Shit gets hectic when T-Wrex drops his pathetic cybers
my ryhmes strike like vipers
then rip yo verse up like synthetic fibers
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Now shit bout to get hella drastic
melt the mic like plastic
then send "T-Wrex" to the "Jurassic"
in a custom-made casket
Yo ryhmes elastic
and "stretch" more than Mr. Fantastic
"cuttin off yo legs" cause I know you cant "stand it"
the lyrical onslaught from my "Gilligan" verse
leaves yo flow "stranded"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Me vs. You? Now you really askin for it
specially since"T-Wrex" constantly droppin lyrics
that's strictly prehistoric
even "YOU" deserve more for "YOUR" money
why the hell
would "YOU" buy "YOUR" own albums to front
like record sales?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!
Startin on blackinq and ending this shit out in the club
you beatin me is like as eastsider throwin "dubs"
you get no love,even from the GLAAD pub (public)
How's it feel to be the client and president of yo fan club?
No Beef................
"Friends come and go but enemies accumulate"
vs
TWrex
If you even got one vote, I’d consider it a Lyrical Miracle
You couldn’t have an edge if I wrote my words spherical
It’s satirical to think you could be called Number One
I think your name’d be better off as Lyrically Cumbersome
It really makes me wonder some how you got that name
When it’s completely obvious that you’ve got no game
I would split your brain, but I don’t think I could hit a dame
So when we decided to battle, I noticed that you came
Wearing earrings, a fanny pack and a red tube of lip-stick
Because you knew it’d bruise when I slap you with this dick
Check your dipstick, you wouldn’t want to blow an o-ring
How do you expect to compete when you’ve got no swing?
Box springs will be squeaking when your mom sucks this thing
But I don’t even love the hoe; she was only just a spring fling
Did the upswing sting your chin? Heavy blows I’m enforcing
Because you won’t need a cookie just to know your fortune
I’m endorsing that fact that you haven’t got a sense of talent
When my writings commence, don’t dare to try to act gallant
My valiant lines are written with some Black InQ on a palette
You couldn’t even get a vote if we used a butterfly ballot
You utter my name in fear when you’re having nightmares
Shitting in your panties because you know I don’t fight fair
A mad white kid with light hair whose brain isn’t right there
And even with a slight stare I will leave you quite scared
I ignite flares and then stick you with dirty needles and a pin
If Bill Gates took your DOWS, you still wouldn’t have a WIN
It’s a sin to think you could ever take me in an emcee feud
Even if you had a flat head, you wouldn’t be more screwed
I don’t mean to seem rude, but I really must have to conclude
That even on the Internet, I can still hear you being booed!
Lyrical Miracle no1
Lunchtime!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yo I wasnt going to leave you hangin.
Yo Shit gets hectic when T-Wrex drops his pathetic cybers
my ryhmes strike like vipers
then rip yo verse up like synthetic fibers
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Now shit bout to get hella drastic
melt the mic like plastic
then send "T-Wrex" to the "Jurassic"
in a custom-made casket
Yo ryhmes elastic
and "stretch" more than Mr. Fantastic
"cuttin off yo legs" cause I know you cant "stand it"
the lyrical onslaught from my "Gilligan" verse
leaves yo flow "stranded"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Me vs. You? Now you really askin for it
specially since"T-Wrex" constantly droppin lyrics
that's strictly prehistoric
even "YOU" deserve more for "YOUR" money
why the hell
would "YOU" buy "YOUR" own albums to front
like record sales?
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!
Startin on blackinq and ending this shit out in the club
you beatin me is like as eastsider throwin "dubs"
you get no love,even from the GLAAD pub (public)
How's it feel to be the client and president of yo fan club?
No Beef................
"Friends come and go but enemies accumulate"
vs
TWrex
If you even got one vote, I’d consider it a Lyrical Miracle
You couldn’t have an edge if I wrote my words spherical
It’s satirical to think you could be called Number One
I think your name’d be better off as Lyrically Cumbersome
It really makes me wonder some how you got that name
When it’s completely obvious that you’ve got no game
I would split your brain, but I don’t think I could hit a dame
So when we decided to battle, I noticed that you came
Wearing earrings, a fanny pack and a red tube of lip-stick
Because you knew it’d bruise when I slap you with this dick
Check your dipstick, you wouldn’t want to blow an o-ring
How do you expect to compete when you’ve got no swing?
Box springs will be squeaking when your mom sucks this thing
But I don’t even love the hoe; she was only just a spring fling
Did the upswing sting your chin? Heavy blows I’m enforcing
Because you won’t need a cookie just to know your fortune
I’m endorsing that fact that you haven’t got a sense of talent
When my writings commence, don’t dare to try to act gallant
My valiant lines are written with some Black InQ on a palette
You couldn’t even get a vote if we used a butterfly ballot
You utter my name in fear when you’re having nightmares
Shitting in your panties because you know I don’t fight fair
A mad white kid with light hair whose brain isn’t right there
And even with a slight stare I will leave you quite scared
I ignite flares and then stick you with dirty needles and a pin
If Bill Gates took your DOWS, you still wouldn’t have a WIN
It’s a sin to think you could ever take me in an emcee feud
Even if you had a flat head, you wouldn’t be more screwed
I don’t mean to seem rude, but I really must have to conclude
That even on the Internet, I can still hear you being booed!