God Of War
01-27-2013, 02:00 PM
posted on 1/21/01
thumbsdown
keystyle
"A Tour DU Force showing of talent/
the perfect balance between a battler and emcee"/
say the source about me/
and sad no shows wit no shows/
with big words and no flows/
get quoted and known only/
by thirteen year old hoes/
put a straw in your third eye/
and make you give me brains/
leave you squinting like popeye,/
and in the same breath,
put your intestines on an ironing board/
just to see if your shit's as thick as mine.
Claiming to be hardcore and living in the suburbs/
spitting non cyhper threads weak as L. Ron Hubbard/
I'm all in ya fingers like keratin sheets,
stop the rhyme of ya flow, say ya fingers stutter/
you no skill no talent no brain flop/
standing at the crosswalk cause the SIGN says STOP/
you're the lyrical attorney I'm the poetic judge and jury/
so put your suitcase down and watch me violate ya hearing/
I am
vs.
The Journey
The way you got your name is simply b-cause you suck/
I’ll have you typin this with your own Thumbs cause my fingers are fucked-up/
From text rape-n…../
Your lofty son, and my lyrics are persuasive/
Ill make you believe I won-this, like Christians convertin Satanist/
Lyrically im greatness/
While your rhyme’s are trapped in the Matrix/
I’m tighter than Michael’s face is/
After his most recent face-lift/
I’m like Sprite so obey this, please repeat after me/
“Thumbsdown’s the worst emcee Black Inq’ has ever seen!!!”/
and on top of that fact, your consistently known to jock/
expecting a WIN will drop cause you ride on Pyro’s-cock/
but it wont happen, like gays sewing up there ass/
blacks ski-ing up in Aspens/
and you being my assassin/
So I just sit here lauphin, as you take your final breath/
My battle cry is equivalent to the Mafias kiss-of-death/
I don’t even have flex, cause when you punch, you’re steadily missin/
The only thing a Thumbs good for is sittin on and spinnin/
This was mine from the beginning/
The Attorney always wins/
Sentence you to hell cause your rhymes are verbal sins/
A.K.A The Lyrical Attorney
thumbsdown
keystyle
"A Tour DU Force showing of talent/
the perfect balance between a battler and emcee"/
say the source about me/
and sad no shows wit no shows/
with big words and no flows/
get quoted and known only/
by thirteen year old hoes/
put a straw in your third eye/
and make you give me brains/
leave you squinting like popeye,/
and in the same breath,
put your intestines on an ironing board/
just to see if your shit's as thick as mine.
Claiming to be hardcore and living in the suburbs/
spitting non cyhper threads weak as L. Ron Hubbard/
I'm all in ya fingers like keratin sheets,
stop the rhyme of ya flow, say ya fingers stutter/
you no skill no talent no brain flop/
standing at the crosswalk cause the SIGN says STOP/
you're the lyrical attorney I'm the poetic judge and jury/
so put your suitcase down and watch me violate ya hearing/
I am
vs.
The Journey
The way you got your name is simply b-cause you suck/
I’ll have you typin this with your own Thumbs cause my fingers are fucked-up/
From text rape-n…../
Your lofty son, and my lyrics are persuasive/
Ill make you believe I won-this, like Christians convertin Satanist/
Lyrically im greatness/
While your rhyme’s are trapped in the Matrix/
I’m tighter than Michael’s face is/
After his most recent face-lift/
I’m like Sprite so obey this, please repeat after me/
“Thumbsdown’s the worst emcee Black Inq’ has ever seen!!!”/
and on top of that fact, your consistently known to jock/
expecting a WIN will drop cause you ride on Pyro’s-cock/
but it wont happen, like gays sewing up there ass/
blacks ski-ing up in Aspens/
and you being my assassin/
So I just sit here lauphin, as you take your final breath/
My battle cry is equivalent to the Mafias kiss-of-death/
I don’t even have flex, cause when you punch, you’re steadily missin/
The only thing a Thumbs good for is sittin on and spinnin/
This was mine from the beginning/
The Attorney always wins/
Sentence you to hell cause your rhymes are verbal sins/
A.K.A The Lyrical Attorney