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God Of War
01-28-2013, 07:32 PM
posted on 9/16/00

this is a battle from tha first RD of tha Zodiac tornament...

Arc Heat

Ayo Gold ask ya man/
I made’em piss in his pant’z while doin a handstand/
Battle me like getin a bad tan on da Sahara sand/
I’m torchin, Scorchin ya skin crisp and thin lampin n my shinin/
Blow ya out ya mind like im minin/
Spit diamond’z, every line’ z gleam blindin/
Always refinin dat wack shyt ya got......
My style’z stay hot like cookin pot/
Pop ya fo ya wristwatch and ya knot/
Copin brick’z, burnin Block’z/
Getin head and watchin boxin at da Marriott/
44’z, 357'z, and crome glock’z ta pop thought Nuklez body part’z/
U don’t hardly want’a start considerin beef, fucin wit da Grand Evil Chief......
Don’t give a fuc bout teeth, come out ya mouth piece/
Bust ya in ya knee’z so ya can kneel b4 God and start playin/
Say ya final good bye’z and ya Amen/
Watch GN’z head cave in/
When im blazin I brake Gold down ta it’z Nuklez/
Heat evaporate da nigga for disputin dis lyrical ruthlessness/
Like Parliament dis is da funkadelic nebulous I giveth/
Kill da kid if he try Arctavious, trust, Skill of Black Plaguous/
Destroy ya epidermis when i harness da Magic/
it ain't hard ta caught it, automatic though ya jacket/
stickin ta ya like a Magnate/
read dis while u b faggit, too dickless ta try ta come back/
Nuke just a simi-colon dat lack'z da mind power ta devour/
u a coward, duck nigga like dat Howard/
ya goose is cooked quick wit da spit i'm Blazin/
burn like gumbo in da mouth of a Cajun/
signin off Cold flamin, Cold Flamin............


gold NUKLEZ

ayo, my victory waz predicted a long time ago/
way b4 a comet on a crash course inflicted death upon reptillian carniviours/
and faded tha dionsuars to bonez/
b4 tha ANARTIC waz a continent that froze over/
and rose from tha ocean floor/
b4 u waz born and appeared upon tha world/
i set forth to dawn tha globe wit words that connect verses like cursive in loops and swirls/
chained together like a lace of pearls/
diamonds and gems, tha kind u claim to drop, but keep around ya neck/
u fukin faggot thay 4 fems wit breast/
and prolly dress up in ya man's clothes, panties and bras/
thats rite HEAT im dissin ya whole fukin crew ,patsies, and all/
tryin ta diss my mans, heat,r u fixin ta bralw?/
and ANARTIC HEAT what tha fuk is that? a heat that aint hot?
kid u couldn't drop a gem if i choped it off ya neck/
decapitated ur head, used it to hack away at ya leg till tah fleash begins to fall/
its like tha celeberty match of death, one of us aint leavin at all/
i'll jab tha chain links/
into ya ammor kinks/
i beached open wit acidic blots of ink/
that melts ANARTIC HEAT wit acid leaks, through tha ball point peak/
my words will stab through like a military issued ginsu swoard/
through layers of tissue and chords/
strikin nerves wit fragments of grannys coffin board/
i panted her red wit a can of black and decker/
layed back wit tha katana swung back and decked her/
but she got scared and died, b4 tha blow could effect her/
and who tha fuk is tha BLACK PLAGUOUS?
fuk him i'll kill all of ya aliais/
like aleins in space sims/
facin races of humans in thay crappy lil space ships/
i'll power up my cannons and devour tha planet/
in a ray blast/
find tha GRAND EVIL CHIEF and halocast all ya fukin indians/