God Of War
01-27-2013, 02:25 PM
posted on 2/5/01
Equinox 2001
Dear Lyrical Miracle no1,
Black inQ? These cats reek the whack stink
I take you out like a bad athlete, so let me start my wicked diction
Lyrical Miracle trips on his existence; he licks on what my dick spits
I’m on the lookout for whackness and you fit the description
He heard I’m almost fourteen, fuck that I crack where your thoughts be
Couldn’t be a miracle on 34th Street, I crush you with a violin
I’m ruthless like Peter Stevasent, I’m too much, and you couldn’t buy a win
This cat is trifling, I straight rip emcees, so tight virgins get pissed at me
I’m a tad ‘bit vexxed, so I’m stabbin’ necks, EQ brings mad ass threats
Miracle can’t fuck with what he can’t see, like Ray and Stevie havin’ sex
I murder men, couldn’t number 1, if you was born first as a fraternal twin
I’m off the dome nice, you better off to throw dice, cause this is a gamble
I’ll give you some much of these nuts; you’ll have both hands full
You be askin’ E to switch the battle, cause a bitch you asshole
I crush vertebrates, each verse I drop higher the murder rate
I’ll make your nerves go shakes, battling Quiett Stormm was ya’ first mistake
And attemptin’ to battle E, that’s worse than hate, call me the best
This cat flow never change, so he had call me (out) COLLECT!
You straight speak to jocks; you couldn’t beat me if you named ya dick Equinox
Even ya’ team likes my methods, he’s backwards, that’s why he fights dyslexics
You can’t see me, that’s why the light the exits, I’m GOD, I resurrected Christ in seven
You beating me, is like a “black lab” becoming a WHITE supremacist
truly yours,
Your friend EQ
you have been ripped
vs.
Lyrical Miracle no1
Miracle vs. Equinox a battle?
Naw more like a "blowout"
No not like that thing you like to do wit yo mouth
Blackinq is the site known for makin punks famous
While Quiettstorm produces shit worthy of a skunks anus
Now as the plot thickens trigger finger itchin to end yo mission lyrically spitten ammunition leavin emcees bodies missin-
I bet you wishin to not meet yo demise but you deserve what's comin to you for wearin that fake emcees disguise
You get no love even from yo home site even though you try
The only reason they havent logged you out is that they need extra replies
What you didnt think anyone would read yo verse that shit dont ryhme you cant even post but think you ready for primetime
2001?What's wit that in yo name son is that the year yo bitch ass graduates on-
You still a youngster to me in skill and technique
I bet you still in high school wit no girlfriend beatin yo meat-
Meanwhile meetin defeat while i'm kickin yo ass all up and down miracles "34th street"-
You droppin it but I dont take no shit like a broken toilet seat-
The only way I can be defeated is if you cut me to the nubs
While you interceptin more balls than a WestSider throwin dubs
Oh by the way i'll call you collect but i'm out of change so fuck dialin i'll carve the shit in yo neck-
1-800-M-I-R-A-C-L-E.
Equinox 2001
Dear Lyrical Miracle no1,
Black inQ? These cats reek the whack stink
I take you out like a bad athlete, so let me start my wicked diction
Lyrical Miracle trips on his existence; he licks on what my dick spits
I’m on the lookout for whackness and you fit the description
He heard I’m almost fourteen, fuck that I crack where your thoughts be
Couldn’t be a miracle on 34th Street, I crush you with a violin
I’m ruthless like Peter Stevasent, I’m too much, and you couldn’t buy a win
This cat is trifling, I straight rip emcees, so tight virgins get pissed at me
I’m a tad ‘bit vexxed, so I’m stabbin’ necks, EQ brings mad ass threats
Miracle can’t fuck with what he can’t see, like Ray and Stevie havin’ sex
I murder men, couldn’t number 1, if you was born first as a fraternal twin
I’m off the dome nice, you better off to throw dice, cause this is a gamble
I’ll give you some much of these nuts; you’ll have both hands full
You be askin’ E to switch the battle, cause a bitch you asshole
I crush vertebrates, each verse I drop higher the murder rate
I’ll make your nerves go shakes, battling Quiett Stormm was ya’ first mistake
And attemptin’ to battle E, that’s worse than hate, call me the best
This cat flow never change, so he had call me (out) COLLECT!
You straight speak to jocks; you couldn’t beat me if you named ya dick Equinox
Even ya’ team likes my methods, he’s backwards, that’s why he fights dyslexics
You can’t see me, that’s why the light the exits, I’m GOD, I resurrected Christ in seven
You beating me, is like a “black lab” becoming a WHITE supremacist
truly yours,
Your friend EQ
you have been ripped
vs.
Lyrical Miracle no1
Miracle vs. Equinox a battle?
Naw more like a "blowout"
No not like that thing you like to do wit yo mouth
Blackinq is the site known for makin punks famous
While Quiettstorm produces shit worthy of a skunks anus
Now as the plot thickens trigger finger itchin to end yo mission lyrically spitten ammunition leavin emcees bodies missin-
I bet you wishin to not meet yo demise but you deserve what's comin to you for wearin that fake emcees disguise
You get no love even from yo home site even though you try
The only reason they havent logged you out is that they need extra replies
What you didnt think anyone would read yo verse that shit dont ryhme you cant even post but think you ready for primetime
2001?What's wit that in yo name son is that the year yo bitch ass graduates on-
You still a youngster to me in skill and technique
I bet you still in high school wit no girlfriend beatin yo meat-
Meanwhile meetin defeat while i'm kickin yo ass all up and down miracles "34th street"-
You droppin it but I dont take no shit like a broken toilet seat-
The only way I can be defeated is if you cut me to the nubs
While you interceptin more balls than a WestSider throwin dubs
Oh by the way i'll call you collect but i'm out of change so fuck dialin i'll carve the shit in yo neck-
1-800-M-I-R-A-C-L-E.