God Of War
01-27-2013, 02:32 PM
posted on 1/4/01
RESURRECT
Serve'n up some ass whoop'n for ya...
How you think you fuckin minds wit celebate telepathy
It seems miniscule simplicity is how you define com-plexity
Boulder impact punches, and blades in bunches, remove ya ass-sets
I come baring gifts that include razors for wrists and cas-kets
In this battle you got slim chances ...wit them petite styles
You got no appeal, so after this loss... ain't no repeat trials
Even if you increased ya alias profiles
Ya own alter egos wouldn't vote in favor of ya broke styles
Its absurd that you think you can compete wit these words
Some say I'm a dick...and it ain't RIGHT the way I INDENT fucks wit deseased verbs
Like paraplegic boxers ...shit you say ain't hittin on nothin
You sayin you spit HARD SHIT, is idle threats...cause ya ass only is bluffin
Exactly who did you think you was fuckin with
Gettin ya rhyme scheme from lego structure kits
This crime scene is cluttered with ya ruptured appendeges
I got ya neck clamped down for guilotene death sentences
My blows is dealt wit psychotic relentlessness
I'll devistate ya plateletts
The only way anything about you would be elevated is with face lifts
You couldn't come close to me if our styles was adjacent
You gett'n wit me is ludacris like... dicks standing under attack by teeth wit braces
My releases is laced wit death for sceptics and I ain't fuckin wit yo wac repentence
;jhjh[/IMG]U&(*&Y(UG F(#HGV:LKJG:LKJEG)@#(U);lkf;23-82=-
You couldn't fuck wit me even if my whole verse resembled that last sentence
Even wit names based on site, you can't see what I write
Camoflauged scripts, barage and leave large rips, in ya frame
You couldn't see this type of genius wit a bifocaled brain
LIGHTING STRIKES
GOD come through to make you sucumb to his statements / you could be obease and release with avils assistance and your remittance would still remain weightless / you gett'n this win is like trying to gain in solo races / I inflict hits equipped with residuals so I remain in faces / Let me explain, even in uppers cases ya words wouldn't be bold statements / any attempt by you to strike back would be flows waisted / I'm treating you like clepto's wit no hands...cause this beating YOU CAN'T TAKE IT / You in any depiction other than a shit MC is fiction / your posting priviledge is restriced for your claims that you spit flames / shower of shit rains is more looked forward to than when you post / I'm more undefined than the aids antidote / if ya gay ass was in prison, all fours would be your default position...like you just abandoned soap / I'm haulting ya flow leave'n you wit stranded hope ...
CLOSE YA MOUTH BITCH...
vs.
Molotov
k, this took I dunno, an hour? I reused the odd line... u ain't worthy...
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3 things
1) you are the biggest textcee I have ever, ever seen... try spitting that bull shit... lol.. if u want to make this an audio battle thats fine... bring it bitch... I bet you don't have a mic tho...
2) you suck
3) you don't know what have the words in ya verse mean
aight, KID... this was done over "callin out names" by my man Kurupt... fitting song to use against a bitch...
I got y'all in stitches cuz this battle is sewed-up//
you claim "off the hook" so hang the phone-up//
ya ego is a suicide bomber: it's blown-up//
on the sidelines I see you playing games with rhymes//
your lines flow like Hienz because you playin "catch up"(ketchup)//
battling me to get ya stats-up but your raps-suck//
when you "free"style I want a re-fund for a free-one//
herb I smoke you like weed-son, you meet defeat-dunn//
anyone you've beaten be pussy whipped, I eject you like ammo from a clip//
if you never say die, learn sign language so you can manage//
trying to be "phat" but you famished, you must be brain damaged//
you give some much "brain" ya head's bandaged, Big Kraze E was your mentor//
I "crack the whip" on you like a fender bender, if cash rules than I'm legal tender//
you couldn't have "dope contents" in a dime bag, you can't rhyme, fag//
and I'll you do is whine, nag, and try to grapple-cats but you battle-wack//
See what I mean, see what I mean you motherfuckin crybabies? Get in line punk... you should be studyin ya arts
instead of studying me... that's how you lost ya first job... now get in line, punk...
all your darts-miss irregardless, Ressurrect a moving target//
I'm heartless, so don't expect mercy cuz your retarded//
loser, I give you so many beats, I must be your producer//
can't reach my heights, Res needs a boost-there//
I rep the north, you get fucked with like intercourse//
if skills were a bitch y'all got a divorce//
you couldn't have a clear message written in morse//
my style is over yours, and you come smaller than miscrobes in pores//
I'm not to be fucked with like diseased whores, RAW is WAR hardcore//
you a textcee, but not enough to vex-me because you don't come heavy//
light weight netcee, I don't give a fuck, if I die someone RESURRECTS-me//
you a 5 percenter cuz thats the ammount of my skill you posess//
the only "pro-cess" you got is that you "like herbs"-is verses//
and my purpose on this earth-is to reveal that u r worthless//
Motherfuck Resurrect, nah mean? get in line, punk faggot...
RESURRECT
Serve'n up some ass whoop'n for ya...
How you think you fuckin minds wit celebate telepathy
It seems miniscule simplicity is how you define com-plexity
Boulder impact punches, and blades in bunches, remove ya ass-sets
I come baring gifts that include razors for wrists and cas-kets
In this battle you got slim chances ...wit them petite styles
You got no appeal, so after this loss... ain't no repeat trials
Even if you increased ya alias profiles
Ya own alter egos wouldn't vote in favor of ya broke styles
Its absurd that you think you can compete wit these words
Some say I'm a dick...and it ain't RIGHT the way I INDENT fucks wit deseased verbs
Like paraplegic boxers ...shit you say ain't hittin on nothin
You sayin you spit HARD SHIT, is idle threats...cause ya ass only is bluffin
Exactly who did you think you was fuckin with
Gettin ya rhyme scheme from lego structure kits
This crime scene is cluttered with ya ruptured appendeges
I got ya neck clamped down for guilotene death sentences
My blows is dealt wit psychotic relentlessness
I'll devistate ya plateletts
The only way anything about you would be elevated is with face lifts
You couldn't come close to me if our styles was adjacent
You gett'n wit me is ludacris like... dicks standing under attack by teeth wit braces
My releases is laced wit death for sceptics and I ain't fuckin wit yo wac repentence
;jhjh[/IMG]U&(*&Y(UG F(#HGV:LKJG:LKJEG)@#(U);lkf;23-82=-
You couldn't fuck wit me even if my whole verse resembled that last sentence
Even wit names based on site, you can't see what I write
Camoflauged scripts, barage and leave large rips, in ya frame
You couldn't see this type of genius wit a bifocaled brain
LIGHTING STRIKES
GOD come through to make you sucumb to his statements / you could be obease and release with avils assistance and your remittance would still remain weightless / you gett'n this win is like trying to gain in solo races / I inflict hits equipped with residuals so I remain in faces / Let me explain, even in uppers cases ya words wouldn't be bold statements / any attempt by you to strike back would be flows waisted / I'm treating you like clepto's wit no hands...cause this beating YOU CAN'T TAKE IT / You in any depiction other than a shit MC is fiction / your posting priviledge is restriced for your claims that you spit flames / shower of shit rains is more looked forward to than when you post / I'm more undefined than the aids antidote / if ya gay ass was in prison, all fours would be your default position...like you just abandoned soap / I'm haulting ya flow leave'n you wit stranded hope ...
CLOSE YA MOUTH BITCH...
vs.
Molotov
k, this took I dunno, an hour? I reused the odd line... u ain't worthy...
---------------------------------------------------
3 things
1) you are the biggest textcee I have ever, ever seen... try spitting that bull shit... lol.. if u want to make this an audio battle thats fine... bring it bitch... I bet you don't have a mic tho...
2) you suck
3) you don't know what have the words in ya verse mean
aight, KID... this was done over "callin out names" by my man Kurupt... fitting song to use against a bitch...
I got y'all in stitches cuz this battle is sewed-up//
you claim "off the hook" so hang the phone-up//
ya ego is a suicide bomber: it's blown-up//
on the sidelines I see you playing games with rhymes//
your lines flow like Hienz because you playin "catch up"(ketchup)//
battling me to get ya stats-up but your raps-suck//
when you "free"style I want a re-fund for a free-one//
herb I smoke you like weed-son, you meet defeat-dunn//
anyone you've beaten be pussy whipped, I eject you like ammo from a clip//
if you never say die, learn sign language so you can manage//
trying to be "phat" but you famished, you must be brain damaged//
you give some much "brain" ya head's bandaged, Big Kraze E was your mentor//
I "crack the whip" on you like a fender bender, if cash rules than I'm legal tender//
you couldn't have "dope contents" in a dime bag, you can't rhyme, fag//
and I'll you do is whine, nag, and try to grapple-cats but you battle-wack//
See what I mean, see what I mean you motherfuckin crybabies? Get in line punk... you should be studyin ya arts
instead of studying me... that's how you lost ya first job... now get in line, punk...
all your darts-miss irregardless, Ressurrect a moving target//
I'm heartless, so don't expect mercy cuz your retarded//
loser, I give you so many beats, I must be your producer//
can't reach my heights, Res needs a boost-there//
I rep the north, you get fucked with like intercourse//
if skills were a bitch y'all got a divorce//
you couldn't have a clear message written in morse//
my style is over yours, and you come smaller than miscrobes in pores//
I'm not to be fucked with like diseased whores, RAW is WAR hardcore//
you a textcee, but not enough to vex-me because you don't come heavy//
light weight netcee, I don't give a fuck, if I die someone RESURRECTS-me//
you a 5 percenter cuz thats the ammount of my skill you posess//
the only "pro-cess" you got is that you "like herbs"-is verses//
and my purpose on this earth-is to reveal that u r worthless//
Motherfuck Resurrect, nah mean? get in line, punk faggot...