trap.
01-27-2013, 11:27 PM
12-27-2001
Richard Corey (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=6)
yo,
yo,
It's time to decapitate, slice this bastard's face at a savage pace
Couldn't "stomp on the track" if you were the last to place, after the race
his heart's average rate is now higher to the point his shadow perspires
I drop sharp sh*t on a track, causin' bitches to stop and re-tire!
Like Yearbooks at schools for the blind, you won't ever get signed
When you set off explosives is the only time you're "crossin' my mine"
Fantom get's found stone cold, with rounds ground in his bones
Cause I'm going to "make you kids feel me", like Paula Poundstone!
I'm racking points, subtracting vertabrae and collapsing on joints
"Out to lunch"? Like Philly, you're only good for having that one "point"!
You're crazy, insane for playin' with the inane rablings of this kid's brain
You're in a b*tch-frame-of-mind. My lyrics-laced-with-cyanide, I spit with disdain!
Cat's are lookin' for the punches, but check who's got the illest verse
but if you wan't wordplay I'll CAP-ONE, like Scarface to kill him first!
This lesson's free, like graduates when I burn, searchin' for the next "degree"
The illest to ever "pound the keys" and give Alicia and her mom the same STD!
Fantom, is wack, simple as that, I'll cock back and give his temple a tap
until his mentals collapse from the impact of lead spread from the middle of gats!
Do I have a gun, NO!! But that don't mean I won't put down a down payment!
to send his blood cascading down his frame in a horrible soundin' cadence!
Lace this with amazin' lyrical phrase placement over an ill arrangement
my prhases erase his mentals, laced with subliminal alliteration
(you so, suck)
That cause him to fall over and start convulsing, foaming at the mouth
Run him over with my tires, an iller way to stick the chrome in his mouth
(you so, so, suck)
Subliminal messages, lyrical vestiges of a tighter net rhymer
riot inciter, couldn't spit fire if I force fed you an ignited lighter!
You'll get branded with outlandish flows, left stiffer than a manequin pose
Only way you'll write sick is if you're wrists are slit and you hands decompose!!
...yeah!!
Fantom (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=7419)
I'm potent through text, ranked number one, I guess it's safe to say my flow is the best…
Got thoughts of being a big time rapper? I'll leave your head rolling down the road of success…
RC's been marked for death, got the weight of the world on his shoulders look how it arched his breast…
I bury so many cats it's like I harvest flesh, acting like I cover my rhymes in concrete how I have the hardest text…
You should be 'Grateful' to be 'Dead', I got two fists, you’re 'Stuck in the Middle'...
RC, I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but I think I’ve solved your riddle...
You keep saying you’re ill… posting contradiction compositions...
I came looking for a challenge but like unicorns you’re nonexistent...
I'd call you a sell-out, but no one wants to buy ya...
Too bad your socks can't type, you'd get plenty of votes from dick-ridahs...
Fant’s the type to crush your mind till the bone fragments clog your sinus...
You won’t ‘survive’ this… call it bias but you’re getting 'voted' off our b-boy 'island'...
Lodging this pencil into your neck, then burn your lifeless frown...
An rotating your computer… don't mean you'll turn your life around...
Fant’ll pump you full of lead, watch as your vest increases...
Guess who really is the illest, while your hardly the best in thesis...
Richard you can't fuck with me outside of this side life you do...
Stay on the internet and argue on who in cyber space is liking you...
Like the Western front in World War I, your flow is stale mate, please...
I envelope, eradicate, emulsify, in short beat you with “e’s”...
My lyrics remind you of your childhood because you’re still gettin abused,
You beatin me? Please.....your punches are played outand used…
Stop it, the mic drop it, on ****** I ain't given you an ounce of respect...
Jumbled words in text? Pick up Word (Microsoft)because your verses look like they was written on Etch-a-sketch...
Writing way iller, Go fuck yourself, Fant will hit this leader...
Cause you’re a 'flash-in' the 'Pan', like showing your 'tits' to 'Peter'...
By simply posting your verse back, I’d hit with a deadly knock-out diss...
Because like drugs and adolescence in Schools, I make you drop-out kid...
I’m a verbal 'tapestry'...punch lines on 'cloth', you're as hardcore as 'Charmin'. 'snuggly soft'…
Richard Corey (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=6)
yo,
yo,
It's time to decapitate, slice this bastard's face at a savage pace
Couldn't "stomp on the track" if you were the last to place, after the race
his heart's average rate is now higher to the point his shadow perspires
I drop sharp sh*t on a track, causin' bitches to stop and re-tire!
Like Yearbooks at schools for the blind, you won't ever get signed
When you set off explosives is the only time you're "crossin' my mine"
Fantom get's found stone cold, with rounds ground in his bones
Cause I'm going to "make you kids feel me", like Paula Poundstone!
I'm racking points, subtracting vertabrae and collapsing on joints
"Out to lunch"? Like Philly, you're only good for having that one "point"!
You're crazy, insane for playin' with the inane rablings of this kid's brain
You're in a b*tch-frame-of-mind. My lyrics-laced-with-cyanide, I spit with disdain!
Cat's are lookin' for the punches, but check who's got the illest verse
but if you wan't wordplay I'll CAP-ONE, like Scarface to kill him first!
This lesson's free, like graduates when I burn, searchin' for the next "degree"
The illest to ever "pound the keys" and give Alicia and her mom the same STD!
Fantom, is wack, simple as that, I'll cock back and give his temple a tap
until his mentals collapse from the impact of lead spread from the middle of gats!
Do I have a gun, NO!! But that don't mean I won't put down a down payment!
to send his blood cascading down his frame in a horrible soundin' cadence!
Lace this with amazin' lyrical phrase placement over an ill arrangement
my prhases erase his mentals, laced with subliminal alliteration
(you so, suck)
That cause him to fall over and start convulsing, foaming at the mouth
Run him over with my tires, an iller way to stick the chrome in his mouth
(you so, so, suck)
Subliminal messages, lyrical vestiges of a tighter net rhymer
riot inciter, couldn't spit fire if I force fed you an ignited lighter!
You'll get branded with outlandish flows, left stiffer than a manequin pose
Only way you'll write sick is if you're wrists are slit and you hands decompose!!
...yeah!!
Fantom (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=7419)
I'm potent through text, ranked number one, I guess it's safe to say my flow is the best…
Got thoughts of being a big time rapper? I'll leave your head rolling down the road of success…
RC's been marked for death, got the weight of the world on his shoulders look how it arched his breast…
I bury so many cats it's like I harvest flesh, acting like I cover my rhymes in concrete how I have the hardest text…
You should be 'Grateful' to be 'Dead', I got two fists, you’re 'Stuck in the Middle'...
RC, I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but I think I’ve solved your riddle...
You keep saying you’re ill… posting contradiction compositions...
I came looking for a challenge but like unicorns you’re nonexistent...
I'd call you a sell-out, but no one wants to buy ya...
Too bad your socks can't type, you'd get plenty of votes from dick-ridahs...
Fant’s the type to crush your mind till the bone fragments clog your sinus...
You won’t ‘survive’ this… call it bias but you’re getting 'voted' off our b-boy 'island'...
Lodging this pencil into your neck, then burn your lifeless frown...
An rotating your computer… don't mean you'll turn your life around...
Fant’ll pump you full of lead, watch as your vest increases...
Guess who really is the illest, while your hardly the best in thesis...
Richard you can't fuck with me outside of this side life you do...
Stay on the internet and argue on who in cyber space is liking you...
Like the Western front in World War I, your flow is stale mate, please...
I envelope, eradicate, emulsify, in short beat you with “e’s”...
My lyrics remind you of your childhood because you’re still gettin abused,
You beatin me? Please.....your punches are played outand used…
Stop it, the mic drop it, on ****** I ain't given you an ounce of respect...
Jumbled words in text? Pick up Word (Microsoft)because your verses look like they was written on Etch-a-sketch...
Writing way iller, Go fuck yourself, Fant will hit this leader...
Cause you’re a 'flash-in' the 'Pan', like showing your 'tits' to 'Peter'...
By simply posting your verse back, I’d hit with a deadly knock-out diss...
Because like drugs and adolescence in Schools, I make you drop-out kid...
I’m a verbal 'tapestry'...punch lines on 'cloth', you're as hardcore as 'Charmin'. 'snuggly soft'…