God Of War
01-27-2013, 02:31 PM
posted on 1/4/01
Urban Philosopher
argh what a load of shit you're talkin' about... what kinda wack muthafucka tryna battle with odd number of bars? fuck you're wack
its 2:06pm now... here goes a keystyle... MAXIMUM 14 bars... not wasting anymore than that
the way I murder you and you always come back
do you ever wonder why your alias is RESURRECT?
get-the-facts, you fight with "ancient styles" like GLADIATORS
my punchlines "take MCs down" like descendin' elevators
i could tell you need to practice your gymnastics
coz your rhymes reflect you aint "flipping" the right lyrics
lemme flip-the-wordplay, i love to rip-what-herbs-say
give you NO CHOICE, like CHINA PEOPLE doing HIPHOP-SURVEYS (there's no hiphop in china...)
your style's like a newbie mailman, BAD-DELIVERY
i had an ANIMAL vet and DOCTOR to proof you're just a wack-BITCH to me
if you don't BELIEVE the religion that "I can rip through your ass"
then I WILL BE THE PRIEST and this VERSE be the SUNDAY MASS
i dont understand why you need WHEELCHAIRS when you just got DE-FEET (defeat)
well you fuckin DICKHEAD, you ARE what you EAT!
2:19pm...faggot
vs.
RESURRECT
I just saw this shit bout 20 mins ago....
A short key for you bitch...
Ya style is short lived...like midgets life spans...Ya force'n flows like ejaculation through tight hands
You can't see my dim tactics...like my blades gymnastics in ya back do'n knife stands
You couldn't blow enough shit to repluse this if ya had 10 gig lungs
Only way you hold'n weight...Is to paul barrer for big pun
The way you campaign for quick runs...must be some dicks get'n done
I sampled hate...for ample rates to dismantle ya simple mentals gates
Lead'n wit a league of demons rested in the regions of ya internal safe
Your death couldn't come any easier if Sieko timed it
I got ya place wait'n in fate designed wit halo's beside it
Try'n to BAN me like I was ya under arm
This 350 degree heat blow is bout to have you and any alter ego under harm
Nigga this is just the calm before the storm
I don't think any mc could be more scorned...but I'm still leave'n you wit disfigurements and ligaments torn
Ya whole flow is tired...like exhausted kids at recess
The only way you catch flow is from faucets or your lips and dick sex
Wit ya ass out dure'n gay sex and gorged on exlax ya still couldn't display real shit
Heard you prefer to fuck niggas wit rigamortis...cause you sicka hear'n cats say I can't feel it...I can't feel it
I hope rhyme'n isn't ya meal tic-ket...Cause um'a steal ya statistics
Got ya fate sealed and ya face laced wit stitches
Ya styles counterfit...I counter shit by ripp'n ya tissue
I got words expressly dedicated to commit'n your dismissal
I'm rain'n, pain in spurts wit bladed in-serts to co-earse ya frames end
Maim'n to the tetarded state ya frame remains-in
I'm send'n fire to ya brain skin through my flame'n insane pen
Got my name ingraved'n ya crane-ni-um
Hot flow you con-template-n them, but can't fully ill-us-strate them
After you drop...IM ya mans and tell that vote's due
It's funny how in battles the only ones that vote... you..is ya ho crew
My nack to serve, got you taking back-wards like you was dislexic
I'm runnin shit...like ex-lax makes waste seek exits
Confuse'n ya frame wit blades, til ya neck gets it
My words just like parapelegics at the exit...never run out
I'm revoking ya status...to a vet wit done clout
You get hung out like... nuts in hole'y draws, Ya scheme is wholely flawed
AND A BIG FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Urban Philosopher
argh what a load of shit you're talkin' about... what kinda wack muthafucka tryna battle with odd number of bars? fuck you're wack
its 2:06pm now... here goes a keystyle... MAXIMUM 14 bars... not wasting anymore than that
the way I murder you and you always come back
do you ever wonder why your alias is RESURRECT?
get-the-facts, you fight with "ancient styles" like GLADIATORS
my punchlines "take MCs down" like descendin' elevators
i could tell you need to practice your gymnastics
coz your rhymes reflect you aint "flipping" the right lyrics
lemme flip-the-wordplay, i love to rip-what-herbs-say
give you NO CHOICE, like CHINA PEOPLE doing HIPHOP-SURVEYS (there's no hiphop in china...)
your style's like a newbie mailman, BAD-DELIVERY
i had an ANIMAL vet and DOCTOR to proof you're just a wack-BITCH to me
if you don't BELIEVE the religion that "I can rip through your ass"
then I WILL BE THE PRIEST and this VERSE be the SUNDAY MASS
i dont understand why you need WHEELCHAIRS when you just got DE-FEET (defeat)
well you fuckin DICKHEAD, you ARE what you EAT!
2:19pm...faggot
vs.
RESURRECT
I just saw this shit bout 20 mins ago....
A short key for you bitch...
Ya style is short lived...like midgets life spans...Ya force'n flows like ejaculation through tight hands
You can't see my dim tactics...like my blades gymnastics in ya back do'n knife stands
You couldn't blow enough shit to repluse this if ya had 10 gig lungs
Only way you hold'n weight...Is to paul barrer for big pun
The way you campaign for quick runs...must be some dicks get'n done
I sampled hate...for ample rates to dismantle ya simple mentals gates
Lead'n wit a league of demons rested in the regions of ya internal safe
Your death couldn't come any easier if Sieko timed it
I got ya place wait'n in fate designed wit halo's beside it
Try'n to BAN me like I was ya under arm
This 350 degree heat blow is bout to have you and any alter ego under harm
Nigga this is just the calm before the storm
I don't think any mc could be more scorned...but I'm still leave'n you wit disfigurements and ligaments torn
Ya whole flow is tired...like exhausted kids at recess
The only way you catch flow is from faucets or your lips and dick sex
Wit ya ass out dure'n gay sex and gorged on exlax ya still couldn't display real shit
Heard you prefer to fuck niggas wit rigamortis...cause you sicka hear'n cats say I can't feel it...I can't feel it
I hope rhyme'n isn't ya meal tic-ket...Cause um'a steal ya statistics
Got ya fate sealed and ya face laced wit stitches
Ya styles counterfit...I counter shit by ripp'n ya tissue
I got words expressly dedicated to commit'n your dismissal
I'm rain'n, pain in spurts wit bladed in-serts to co-earse ya frames end
Maim'n to the tetarded state ya frame remains-in
I'm send'n fire to ya brain skin through my flame'n insane pen
Got my name ingraved'n ya crane-ni-um
Hot flow you con-template-n them, but can't fully ill-us-strate them
After you drop...IM ya mans and tell that vote's due
It's funny how in battles the only ones that vote... you..is ya ho crew
My nack to serve, got you taking back-wards like you was dislexic
I'm runnin shit...like ex-lax makes waste seek exits
Confuse'n ya frame wit blades, til ya neck gets it
My words just like parapelegics at the exit...never run out
I'm revoking ya status...to a vet wit done clout
You get hung out like... nuts in hole'y draws, Ya scheme is wholely flawed
AND A BIG FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!