God Of War
01-27-2013, 02:27 PM
posted on 1/9/01
D Supreme
i forgot about this here...
u waitin' for me to post a verse kid..
aight then.. imma key it for u cause a nigga got shit to do.. fuck da meta's and this wordplay shit.. do it my way..
I aint ur average thug, or even human being/
I’m much better than ya, trust me nigga, start believin’/
i take time out da studio so i can spit text/
put down da mint tec and dispose to droppin' jaws and rip necks/
now skryptcha, resembling a penny, worthless with two faces/
supreme drops in all languages, dialects converted into different races/
ur style disgraces all forms of hip hop basics/
thinkin' you'll brake this, i burn cats leavin' just thilthy traces/
one love and rest in peace to that kat skryptcha/
you were warned several times not to let my verbs hit-cha/
u the perfect example of a straight herb/
no life but the inet world, son u shouldn’t utter a word/
I decease cats like u while I’m baggin’ a bird/
Burnin’ an ell, or shootin’ dice by the curb/
While I stun bucks, leavin’ trails blazed in da night/
U a dumb fuck, battle Supreme wit’out shells In ur pipe/
So I keep doin’ what I’m doin’ to advance on my success/
That will never change unless u pull out warrants for my arrest/
So try to figure me out, so I can trigger it out/
See D pull out da mic and he starts clearin’ it out/
U never been ghetto, u never packed da 4 – 4’s/
Never gone to war wit’ foes over da raw/
Never held a firm grip, always loose when u go spit/
Like a chick on “E”, still suckin’ da same dick/
As a matter of fact dunn, u dead and u don’t know this yet/
I saw the bitch in u way before your first breath/
And u was talkin’ all that pop, and this and that shit/
Never thought the my raw scripts will get u clapped quick/
Cause u fuck on, stuck on tryna be the man/
I’ll chop ur ass down quick and sell u off as grams/
Fuck a ki, u like three pounds of shit/
Add another word and watch the 4-fifth sit on ur lips/
Another hit, another day another clip/
A whole lot of shit to make this nigga skryptcha flip/
Nigga I’m sick, psychadelic type of shit/
Razor blade ur dick, and then ur chicks tits/
And I’m still wondering, tryna firgure out ur plans/
Schemin’ lovely, pop some bubbly, and fuckin’ be the man ? /
Thought u were dreamin’ , woke up and found that u had no hands/(write somethin’ now)
And no tongue, so no need for no saliva glands/
So stay put before u get blasted, leave u in a casket/
Wit flowers inside of a basket…
ah fuck it ...
vs.
Skryptcha
Yep......I guess I was waiting...lol.....
you couldn’t “rip” a mic if it were made‘a paper let alone chrome,
you couldn’t stand next to me if you were my neighbor at your own home! (OHH!)
so postpone that battle verse and save it for an amateur and afterwards you feel my words and realize I am mature,
if your obscure verse was increased with Victoria Secrets fashion...the shit still wouldnt add much lure,
and way above your simple capacity,your threats were merely blasphemy
and were a blast-for-me, I’m laughing casually, if we were face to face I’d be ***kling,
********(AAHAHAHAAH KA KAA AHHH KKHAAA….snort…HAHAHA)*******
punk, you couldn’t last for thirty seconds even if you were a commercial,
your idea of clever bags is saying dumb shit like,
“Duhh..I forgot"...fuck it..you'd forget your sperm if you werent fertile,
kid, before you could piss on me, you’d need a dick to pee,
now your not only fronting lyrically, but also trying to be a man when your a bitch emcee,
fuck a computer, these results would be worse in person
so imma journey to Your home so flee, cause I'll lock your door—be certain I’ll burst in
then pull out my emcee travel kit I battle with before you get a word in /
kid, seriously…you couldn’t get more “wack” in rappin’ if you were MASTURBATION,
heads wouldn’t be moving to you if your styles was DECAPITATION!…
Evaporation, couldn’t match my rate of elevation
Dogg your weak, you couldn’t “copy me,” if you used exact quotations!
After this ,you could call yourself “prolonged ovation,” and still wouldn’t be able to stand
so go sit in a puddle and figure out your rebuttal, with a live microphone cable in hand
face it, ‘gainst Skrypts in your face hits, your style’s extremely “basic”,
so consider me “acidic” when I rip this battle page scrip
I’ll knock the braces out your face kid, and the laces out your K-Swiss !….
After your public display of utter defacement
your bitch will probably contact me to be your replacement (haha,)
you couldnt be “dope” if smuggled in to InQ in dufflebags past DEA agents!
kid, Ive read your posts before-- made me so “bored” I could have been made of wood,
you don’t structure your verses and your words hold no purpose , its like the furthest
from being the way it should /
the honest to god reality is that you could only win this battle in two ways:
either sympathy votes or if Your bitches show, dawg, hey, we all know the way your boys sway /
you got a mouth like a little kid on rideline who can’t handle his sweets,
I bet you piss in your sleep after you listen to me
I can’t even see you and can still tell that you’re visibly weak! /
when I have trouble getting to sleep, its you that I peep
your flows are similar to sedatives, only more cheap /….
Kids read your bland posts …..then……"nod off"……
…(it’s like) “HELLO, YAHOO REMINDER, STILL THEIR?”………automatic "log off" /
+~Da Ill-ToXiK Disciple..aKa.."Skryptcha"~+
*~Owner Of Da Domisyle~*
D Supreme
i forgot about this here...
u waitin' for me to post a verse kid..
aight then.. imma key it for u cause a nigga got shit to do.. fuck da meta's and this wordplay shit.. do it my way..
I aint ur average thug, or even human being/
I’m much better than ya, trust me nigga, start believin’/
i take time out da studio so i can spit text/
put down da mint tec and dispose to droppin' jaws and rip necks/
now skryptcha, resembling a penny, worthless with two faces/
supreme drops in all languages, dialects converted into different races/
ur style disgraces all forms of hip hop basics/
thinkin' you'll brake this, i burn cats leavin' just thilthy traces/
one love and rest in peace to that kat skryptcha/
you were warned several times not to let my verbs hit-cha/
u the perfect example of a straight herb/
no life but the inet world, son u shouldn’t utter a word/
I decease cats like u while I’m baggin’ a bird/
Burnin’ an ell, or shootin’ dice by the curb/
While I stun bucks, leavin’ trails blazed in da night/
U a dumb fuck, battle Supreme wit’out shells In ur pipe/
So I keep doin’ what I’m doin’ to advance on my success/
That will never change unless u pull out warrants for my arrest/
So try to figure me out, so I can trigger it out/
See D pull out da mic and he starts clearin’ it out/
U never been ghetto, u never packed da 4 – 4’s/
Never gone to war wit’ foes over da raw/
Never held a firm grip, always loose when u go spit/
Like a chick on “E”, still suckin’ da same dick/
As a matter of fact dunn, u dead and u don’t know this yet/
I saw the bitch in u way before your first breath/
And u was talkin’ all that pop, and this and that shit/
Never thought the my raw scripts will get u clapped quick/
Cause u fuck on, stuck on tryna be the man/
I’ll chop ur ass down quick and sell u off as grams/
Fuck a ki, u like three pounds of shit/
Add another word and watch the 4-fifth sit on ur lips/
Another hit, another day another clip/
A whole lot of shit to make this nigga skryptcha flip/
Nigga I’m sick, psychadelic type of shit/
Razor blade ur dick, and then ur chicks tits/
And I’m still wondering, tryna firgure out ur plans/
Schemin’ lovely, pop some bubbly, and fuckin’ be the man ? /
Thought u were dreamin’ , woke up and found that u had no hands/(write somethin’ now)
And no tongue, so no need for no saliva glands/
So stay put before u get blasted, leave u in a casket/
Wit flowers inside of a basket…
ah fuck it ...
vs.
Skryptcha
Yep......I guess I was waiting...lol.....
you couldn’t “rip” a mic if it were made‘a paper let alone chrome,
you couldn’t stand next to me if you were my neighbor at your own home! (OHH!)
so postpone that battle verse and save it for an amateur and afterwards you feel my words and realize I am mature,
if your obscure verse was increased with Victoria Secrets fashion...the shit still wouldnt add much lure,
and way above your simple capacity,your threats were merely blasphemy
and were a blast-for-me, I’m laughing casually, if we were face to face I’d be ***kling,
********(AAHAHAHAAH KA KAA AHHH KKHAAA….snort…HAHAHA)*******
punk, you couldn’t last for thirty seconds even if you were a commercial,
your idea of clever bags is saying dumb shit like,
“Duhh..I forgot"...fuck it..you'd forget your sperm if you werent fertile,
kid, before you could piss on me, you’d need a dick to pee,
now your not only fronting lyrically, but also trying to be a man when your a bitch emcee,
fuck a computer, these results would be worse in person
so imma journey to Your home so flee, cause I'll lock your door—be certain I’ll burst in
then pull out my emcee travel kit I battle with before you get a word in /
kid, seriously…you couldn’t get more “wack” in rappin’ if you were MASTURBATION,
heads wouldn’t be moving to you if your styles was DECAPITATION!…
Evaporation, couldn’t match my rate of elevation
Dogg your weak, you couldn’t “copy me,” if you used exact quotations!
After this ,you could call yourself “prolonged ovation,” and still wouldn’t be able to stand
so go sit in a puddle and figure out your rebuttal, with a live microphone cable in hand
face it, ‘gainst Skrypts in your face hits, your style’s extremely “basic”,
so consider me “acidic” when I rip this battle page scrip
I’ll knock the braces out your face kid, and the laces out your K-Swiss !….
After your public display of utter defacement
your bitch will probably contact me to be your replacement (haha,)
you couldnt be “dope” if smuggled in to InQ in dufflebags past DEA agents!
kid, Ive read your posts before-- made me so “bored” I could have been made of wood,
you don’t structure your verses and your words hold no purpose , its like the furthest
from being the way it should /
the honest to god reality is that you could only win this battle in two ways:
either sympathy votes or if Your bitches show, dawg, hey, we all know the way your boys sway /
you got a mouth like a little kid on rideline who can’t handle his sweets,
I bet you piss in your sleep after you listen to me
I can’t even see you and can still tell that you’re visibly weak! /
when I have trouble getting to sleep, its you that I peep
your flows are similar to sedatives, only more cheap /….
Kids read your bland posts …..then……"nod off"……
…(it’s like) “HELLO, YAHOO REMINDER, STILL THEIR?”………automatic "log off" /
+~Da Ill-ToXiK Disciple..aKa.."Skryptcha"~+
*~Owner Of Da Domisyle~*