God Of War
01-28-2013, 05:48 PM
posted on 9/27/00
Urban Philosopher
not 30 bars...too much....rule change : 20 bars MAX...
yo
blame BlackinQ, they-knew when my wordplay-spill
your BLOOD and FLESH get exposed like FETISH porno de-bute
you got sent back before your-lyrics-been-seen just like China's Olympic-swim-teams
put you in a AIRLOCKED ROOM coz your ebonic-teen-schemed dont know what an authentic-win-means (win/wind)
you end sentences with "periods" coz you BLEED-LIKE-ONE
if winnin against P is a duty then you'd be a DE-LINQ-ENT (grab a dictionary if u dont know the real meanin)
i hate to listen-to-fools, got cows? coz all you spittin'-is-BULL
battlin against me is like "make-up-lessons" for missing-in-school
i used a single-pun, kid! and i won-this, (single pun = one-diss = won-this)
you can't BACK up your CRAP, so all you do is FRONT-SHIT
mic JOINTS? you aint even abundant, more like BLUNT-LESS
by the time you start to walk the walk i'll RUN-IT
i'll play you in HANDICAP SOCCER next-time the way i see you "KICK-rhymes"
COKAINE expert, the way i make-lines with my DOPE sick-mind
liquor is bad for delivery (the-liver), excusing bad performance sayin you had-drinks
i burn all office supplies store, eliminating all the BlackInQs
clock thief, i see you take-time on your rap-works
MASTURBATE paper as i see its just another WACK-verse
vs.
Filo G
Enter the battle and you will leave with battlefield scars
Terrified to go 30 bars? Why, are punchlines really that scarce?
I ain't even got a vote, but my victory's already official
No need for tissue; nobody'll miss you after my verbal dismissal
It ain't a reunion; it's a funeral to introduce ya to your ancestors
Reverse the MC in you and you become a Child Molester
If you had anal sex with Magic Johnson your rhymes wouldn't be any iller
Your rhymes don't make sense like having phone-sex with Hellen Keller
Strictly lyrical combat, I use your rhymes that backfired to fire back
You couldn't rip a microphone if it was on a bad contract
Urban, couldn't hang if you were an old man's penis
Think Filo G is pussy? I dare ya to stick a dick up in this
Rappin bout what you didn't see in yourself at the mirror
I'll take your Quiet Storm and throw it in a thundering tornado
You don't mean shit to me even if your status is a moderator
Once I get in ya eyesight, U.P.'s dick goes UP like an elevator
I flow with more phatness than extreme obesity, observe closely
How I expose you like nudity...OH SHIT! Ya 15, but ain't even gone through puberty!
Sorry I took a bit long, been a busy week plus I was sick. P'z...
Urban Philosopher
not 30 bars...too much....rule change : 20 bars MAX...
yo
blame BlackinQ, they-knew when my wordplay-spill
your BLOOD and FLESH get exposed like FETISH porno de-bute
you got sent back before your-lyrics-been-seen just like China's Olympic-swim-teams
put you in a AIRLOCKED ROOM coz your ebonic-teen-schemed dont know what an authentic-win-means (win/wind)
you end sentences with "periods" coz you BLEED-LIKE-ONE
if winnin against P is a duty then you'd be a DE-LINQ-ENT (grab a dictionary if u dont know the real meanin)
i hate to listen-to-fools, got cows? coz all you spittin'-is-BULL
battlin against me is like "make-up-lessons" for missing-in-school
i used a single-pun, kid! and i won-this, (single pun = one-diss = won-this)
you can't BACK up your CRAP, so all you do is FRONT-SHIT
mic JOINTS? you aint even abundant, more like BLUNT-LESS
by the time you start to walk the walk i'll RUN-IT
i'll play you in HANDICAP SOCCER next-time the way i see you "KICK-rhymes"
COKAINE expert, the way i make-lines with my DOPE sick-mind
liquor is bad for delivery (the-liver), excusing bad performance sayin you had-drinks
i burn all office supplies store, eliminating all the BlackInQs
clock thief, i see you take-time on your rap-works
MASTURBATE paper as i see its just another WACK-verse
vs.
Filo G
Enter the battle and you will leave with battlefield scars
Terrified to go 30 bars? Why, are punchlines really that scarce?
I ain't even got a vote, but my victory's already official
No need for tissue; nobody'll miss you after my verbal dismissal
It ain't a reunion; it's a funeral to introduce ya to your ancestors
Reverse the MC in you and you become a Child Molester
If you had anal sex with Magic Johnson your rhymes wouldn't be any iller
Your rhymes don't make sense like having phone-sex with Hellen Keller
Strictly lyrical combat, I use your rhymes that backfired to fire back
You couldn't rip a microphone if it was on a bad contract
Urban, couldn't hang if you were an old man's penis
Think Filo G is pussy? I dare ya to stick a dick up in this
Rappin bout what you didn't see in yourself at the mirror
I'll take your Quiet Storm and throw it in a thundering tornado
You don't mean shit to me even if your status is a moderator
Once I get in ya eyesight, U.P.'s dick goes UP like an elevator
I flow with more phatness than extreme obesity, observe closely
How I expose you like nudity...OH SHIT! Ya 15, but ain't even gone through puberty!
Sorry I took a bit long, been a busy week plus I was sick. P'z...