God Of War
01-28-2013, 08:04 PM
posted on 8/17/00
godflesh
fake mc's i freeze / at 360 degreez /smoke tons of treez /
and got bitches on their knees / beggin pleaz/ niggas think
they could battle and cause a threat, i'll tie u with a rope
around your neck, and throw u 50-thousnd feet froma jet
/ as you colash break like plexi-glass, head out tha window
sittin on ya ass, shootin u above ya hips, between ya kneck
and lips/ i use latin king ice picks killin blood and crypts, when
my gun spits, have u doin 6 backflips/ bleedin burgandy in a
state of emergency, needin open rhyme surgery, have these
fake mc's think they can murder me/ i chop u in ya throat and
throw u ova a banana boat, 20-thousand miles away ya body
floats/ my mans carry heaters hidin in puffy coats, i slice
throats and for good luck i kill goats/ u wanna battle then
see how long u last, bitch ass i beat you wit tha quickfast/
Dominican genetics, have you seekin tha paramedics/ breathin
out of a tube, heart on tha flatline, with 3 shots in ya spine,
plus one that hit ya mind, and left you crippled and blind/
i pack a 7 ounce intelect mind, i don't eat swine, and praise
tha god cipher divine/ as i end this verse, as the triple 6 curse,
i'm the next and i promise to hit u worst/ i just decided to
drop this first......
vs.
SRapBlack
Quick keystyle to blast you...
Yo, my raps come infinite, unlimited while you enter with that timid shit
Should've learned who ur in it with and not mimic shit, crimes you speak you never committed it while I give sadistic scripts like stories of Manson's horrific kids
About to paint a picture of vivid atrocities of violence against mockeries of emceez who ain't hip hop to me
U can't think possibly your spot wasn't gonna get blown like 101 in Lockerbie with the way I display my hostile speech
godflesh, gotta wonder if ur GOD blessed cuz he's allowin' me to target your mental and make ur top stretch
Jumped up quick so I chopped you off at the ankles so you could hop less, claim you rock mad spots but we know ur spot less, even if I was grounded you couldn't top S
So know your place cuz I'm causin' incisions to ur facial thru collisions and stitchin' up ur pride's broken down condition from S.Rap's verbal lynchin'
UR the only male pigeon with raps worse than our choice of a US VP that sounds like dialogue spawned from a Shaft movie made for TV, believe me, you could dig down 4 ever and it still couldn't describe how far ur beneath me
Wait!!! Arent you that cat lyin' on ur cd? this is too easy
Betta go back to fs cuz you don't wanna stress S whose spit deads your credentials to make godflesh rest
Don't come back with no weak i-net threats, bullshit jargon, executin' you so bad you'll need a governor's pardon
And after that I'll go to ur house and play your momma like I'm Martin
Stop it....stop it....you're killin' him...oh he's dead...
Your God,
S.Rap Black
godflesh
fake mc's i freeze / at 360 degreez /smoke tons of treez /
and got bitches on their knees / beggin pleaz/ niggas think
they could battle and cause a threat, i'll tie u with a rope
around your neck, and throw u 50-thousnd feet froma jet
/ as you colash break like plexi-glass, head out tha window
sittin on ya ass, shootin u above ya hips, between ya kneck
and lips/ i use latin king ice picks killin blood and crypts, when
my gun spits, have u doin 6 backflips/ bleedin burgandy in a
state of emergency, needin open rhyme surgery, have these
fake mc's think they can murder me/ i chop u in ya throat and
throw u ova a banana boat, 20-thousand miles away ya body
floats/ my mans carry heaters hidin in puffy coats, i slice
throats and for good luck i kill goats/ u wanna battle then
see how long u last, bitch ass i beat you wit tha quickfast/
Dominican genetics, have you seekin tha paramedics/ breathin
out of a tube, heart on tha flatline, with 3 shots in ya spine,
plus one that hit ya mind, and left you crippled and blind/
i pack a 7 ounce intelect mind, i don't eat swine, and praise
tha god cipher divine/ as i end this verse, as the triple 6 curse,
i'm the next and i promise to hit u worst/ i just decided to
drop this first......
vs.
SRapBlack
Quick keystyle to blast you...
Yo, my raps come infinite, unlimited while you enter with that timid shit
Should've learned who ur in it with and not mimic shit, crimes you speak you never committed it while I give sadistic scripts like stories of Manson's horrific kids
About to paint a picture of vivid atrocities of violence against mockeries of emceez who ain't hip hop to me
U can't think possibly your spot wasn't gonna get blown like 101 in Lockerbie with the way I display my hostile speech
godflesh, gotta wonder if ur GOD blessed cuz he's allowin' me to target your mental and make ur top stretch
Jumped up quick so I chopped you off at the ankles so you could hop less, claim you rock mad spots but we know ur spot less, even if I was grounded you couldn't top S
So know your place cuz I'm causin' incisions to ur facial thru collisions and stitchin' up ur pride's broken down condition from S.Rap's verbal lynchin'
UR the only male pigeon with raps worse than our choice of a US VP that sounds like dialogue spawned from a Shaft movie made for TV, believe me, you could dig down 4 ever and it still couldn't describe how far ur beneath me
Wait!!! Arent you that cat lyin' on ur cd? this is too easy
Betta go back to fs cuz you don't wanna stress S whose spit deads your credentials to make godflesh rest
Don't come back with no weak i-net threats, bullshit jargon, executin' you so bad you'll need a governor's pardon
And after that I'll go to ur house and play your momma like I'm Martin
Stop it....stop it....you're killin' him...oh he's dead...
Your God,
S.Rap Black