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trap.
01-22-2013, 07:27 PM
posted on 11-11-2001

Lost Logik:

*****"Who Shot Ya" instrumental kicks in....*****


Aaiyo Rys'....I'm accelerating on "Tracks" like JEFF GORDAN when I'm Recordin'//
While you'd have a better chance "Ripping the Mic"(Mike) by STEALING the BALL from "JORDAN"//
You've "Met your MATCH" like I was your TWIN, Rys' you should take up a Sport//
Because like a "Leprechaun on a Treadmill", you're "LUCK" IS RUNNING "SHORT"//
You're style contains more "CONS" than "Prisons", you should consider No-Showing//
Or else I strap PLASTIC EXPLOSIVES to you Brain so you'll be "Mind-Blowing"//
Fuck a Forecast.....LosT LoGiK reigns(rains) like Bad-Weather For-ever//
Rys couldn't go "Blow-for-Blow" if we performed a "SIXTY-NINE" together(sick!!!)//
You only HARD cuz you accidently "Over-Dosed" on ya Dad's "Viagra Pills" lol//
Let you "RUN YA MOUTH" when I smother ya Face into a "Running TreadMill"//
I'm "Positive" I'm "Ill".....similar to "MAGIC JOHNSON'S BLOOD TYPE"//
My style's like "Nikes on Jordan" the way it intanges grips on "Mike"(mic)//
"U"(you) will always come AFTER ME yo......as if I was the Letter-"Q"//
I could BUST A NUT IN YA EYE and you still wouldn't "See me comin'" at you//
You're like a "NYMPHO"....."you go DOWN easy", guaranteed you'll get Broke-Up//
I'm like "Gravity on ya Wishes".....making sure you don't "GET YA HOPES-UP"//
You're like "Alicia Keys" after I suceed to Remove your Abdomen//
I'll bring you "Down to Size", leaving you "FALLING" short-of-a-Win//
Incinerate you to Ashes, "SCHOOLING you Non-Stop" like "Year-Round" classes//
The only time you should "Rap"(wrap) is when you're "Taping your Glasses"//
I'll give you "FEED-BACK" when I force ya to "Digest ya own Spleen"//
You couldn't "Drop Bars" even if you Tranformed into a "VENDING MACHINE"//
Battling LosT LoGiK?......hahahaha didn't my "Victim's Spirts" warn-you?//
I'll consume ya Worth-Less PUNCHLINES and Shit ya Own Lyrics on-you//


Destroying ya "4-MAT", rip through ya "MENY STYLES" to leave you No-Hopes//
This verbal "AFFLICTION" fulfills ya unfortunate "HORRORSKOPES"//
LoGiK's a "BRICK"-house, demolishing ya "JUNYA" High School-Raps//
Entruding your "SECT"(section), a "ASSASSIN" set out to leave ya Mind-Trapped//
Blazing the Mic like "HYYDRO", my Pen is what everyone should be Fearing//
I'm out to Win this Battle and De-Mobilize ya VERNACULAR ENGINEERING.............





Rys' Anjel:

leave ya tongue-tied, fuck-a-sit-up, won't help ya during the crunch-time//
fuck-ya-shit-up, burn you wit the shit im raisin and leave you sun-dried//
blazin so fuck a punch-line, you a kannibal, wont have a meal-tonight//
i don feel-ya-dyke, I murder your ass just to give you a will-to-right//
still-too-tight,u don wanna fuk wit this grizzly, you barely crack'd-a-pnut-shell//
skill-ta-type, cut ya skull in half swiftly, to see where thee wack-n-weak-stuff-dwells//
that weak-fuck-sell? spittin first on anthem thinkn you all-so-special//
guess-you'll have to deal that they feel sorry for homosexuals//
stay on-the-text-you-hoe, im unfuckable, ya answer to this is nun-of-the-ones-above//
i had enough, wouldnt be hardcore top-poppin, if you found a son-of-a-gun-ta-fuck//
about ta erupt.....ill make u kiss-the-block.....ya punches suck.i don care what fists-ya-got//
talkin bout you got ya pistol-locked...bastard fag..i shatter glass more the krystallnacht//
stick-to-cocks...im skorch ya kannibal ass cuz its katastrofik to battle this iron child//
while i rekk mikz with kaoz and ya lost ya logik ta this lyrista, wit ya tired style of reiterate-repeat//
innovative-feats, people litter ya trash album on the road, and you say you obliterate-the-streets//
incinerate-ya-heat cuz i spit hotter then you ever-will, butcher you, now u know how a heffer-feel//
ya friends lied when they said-ya-ill, hey you similar to achilles but you weak head-to-heel//
get real..ppl will say ima pedofile cuz ima defile-this-kid. bet-ya-still think you the nyhilyst//
the only reason they call you that is cuz you know nothin, and you a styleless-shit//
im da wildest-kid, my flow robs you of ya title, damn right you bout to drop-a-gem//
aint no one feel you, ya not-intense, ya logik is lost obviously you have no common-sense//
ima air you out, droppin vents, im stoppin pens..like....being impotent you cant let ya soldiers out//
what the fuck, im kurupt so close-ya-mouth, ya blow, game shut down its over-now//
pose a bout? ya avatar typically for pirates, holdin shit up? thinkn you would win i wouldnt de-side it//
damn-fag ima virus....im the sickest ya ever seen.....i put anthrax in ya iris//
deny-kids.....of chance of succeeding like being born with a mental birth-defect//
first-detect, it was your worst mistake.....to think that all i knows-is-chopsticks//
fuk the object....powerless in this forum but....i got the win and still closed the topic//
slow ta drop shit....thats why i stuck you bitch, Adds yourself to ya fuck you list//
sealed your mouth shut...its tough-to-spit.....you wouldnt see the next round....lookin through an Oculus//