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God Of War
01-28-2013, 08:08 PM
posted on 8/3/00

Pyroverbals verse

yo' man now you should get the drift of my style and here's where that little joke i played comes to works, see i let you have that round don't get me wrong it's aight but it's not as i normally spit so in respects let's get this shit started......dunn

pyroverbal:yo' guy what do you think about this cat

guy:man i don't no mannnn

pyro:lets get somebody else oppinion he seems a little under the influence

pyro:hey you with the bottle let me have a word with you

guy#2:what up dawg

pyro: what do you think about this cat i'm battlin do you think he's ready for me or what?

guy#2:what? are you trippin you ain't even begun yet you know that mannnn quit fuckin with me

pyro:well you heard folks even in intoxication cats always know what the verdict is, and once again it's on......dunn



a battle or war whatever draws the most blood,
i'm like therobreed fed hay secreted octane with metal TEETH,
so when i chew sparks dispurse and out of my mouth flees HEAT,
i bring ARMAGEDDON to send you back to your days of bed wettin',
losin this battle hell it's your CHOICE,
hell if lose i'll still pullin drive by's 187's and homicides in a rose ROYCE,
like the collective i speak multiple minds but one VOICE,
that constantly screams are you an idiot or just ILLLITERATE,
pyro will murder you with just a LITTLE-BIT,
i practice on little kids sever the heads for SUVINERES,
guzzle beers thenconinue toproject your worst FEARS,
till you umbearably release TEARS,
i'm the pusher givin you that hot shit when you WANT it,
i'm that negative picture in your dreams that keep you HAUNTED,
around my kneck i rock chain with 5 middle fingers,
daily i FLAUNT-it,
so even on your best day you come as nasty as ME,
spits more dirty than hospital pateint bustin nuts carryin HIV,
highly intoxicated,
you must be so are your VOTES,
cuz i'll slay your battle QUOTES,
rip that adams apple out of ya THROAT,
kill you tie you up to the engine of a fishin BOAT with razor blade taited ROPE drag 132 miles to a drug dock slam the breaks to shatter your impregnating HOPE,
inject you with five pounds of heroin cuz that's the only you'll be displayed DOPE,
you can't even win by a prayer if your battle couch was the POPE,
so in all SENSE,
when my intense heat COMMENSE,
i become TENSE cock back and spit a scorcher that even with a team firemen you could'nt distinguish,
i'm a linguistic lyricist,
so of course your battle rhymes to me don't mean shit,
my rhymes untouchable like the ass of a straight male next to a gay MALE inside the same JAIL cell,
my fire consumes just about every fuckin soul residin in HELL,
i was once a angel in heaven but i FELL,
WELL,
now i'm here rippin limbs off each opponent and the very sound of a BELL,
as you can tell i'm not far from a padded CELL myself,
in evry battle i've been through i've often questioned my metal health,
because can't nobody SEE me it's as if i walk with STEALTH and talk to MYSELF,
who will be the victor of this battle in due time we'll see,
i'm doper than co-KANE and think you'll be un-ABEL to kill me......dunn

pyroverbals

boy whats the diferrence between fire and water,you'd rather burn or die off torture cut the skins of ya,and make you burn all fat yo' i'm the thermostat put a comb to my mouth and give a chick a perm with that---------drag-on


Pyrodox's verse

I'm ripping right through, another wack rapper frontin' Hollywood Kung Fu,
Staying true to, the view that Bruce knew, stepping to you
With a production crew, that features John Woo, we be thicker than bamboo,
Stacked, blasting back with an action packed format,
So call me Chow Yun Phat, the Replacement Killer with skillz that,
Counteract your wack attack, with Immortal Kombat,
From Lung Fu Mo Shi* to Tai Chi Tong Long,* Tokyo to Hong Kong
Bitches who step wrong, get hit like a bong, and beaten like a gong
Projecting vibrations, like Shaolin meditations, journey 'til I blast past,
The limitations, of Pyroverbal's qualifications, he's like an AM station,
No one is tuned in, another Gilligan marooned in, his own sense of false security,
I'm filtering wack shit like Brita, producing hip hop purity,
My rhymes are so sublime, you could drink 'em up, take a piss in a cup,
And drink 'em one more time, meanwhile p-verb's still trying to climb,
From the slime, like a crustacean, sufferin' from retardation, he's just slow,
9 months later and he's still an embryo, but I flow, like evolution on turbo,
Genetically supreme, ripping up the scene, with steel claws like Wolverine,
Leaving p-verb splattered, as his molecules scatter, I gather,
The excess matter, until my rhymes become phatter, than Jabba the Hut's,
Butt, plus gut, even if the Force was with you, I'd still dis you,
Like chemotherapy on cancerous tissue, until you're nothing but thin skin,
Over bones, filling the hospital with moans, like Coltrane's saxophone,
Dr. Pyrodox prescribed, a dose of homicide, since your soul already died,
And your brain is too fried, to be applied, in scientific testing,
Like the other rodents nesting, and congesting, in the hip hop selection,
It's time to exterminate, cut your life short like I abbreviate, your name,
Fighting fire with fire power, I extinguish your flame, you must be insane
If you think your heat can compete, with my thermodynamics,
You're just a product of the matrix, synthetic like latex, but my rhymes,
Are the real deal, serious as petroleum spills, I kill organism by the millions,
Tilting the ecosystem's equilibrium, to my side of the spectrum,
Cause I'm the one and only Pyro, confusing you like Zeno, with the Paradox,
Of the Arrow, now you're mentally depleted, defeated, and back-seated,
Like Rosa Parks minus the defiance, my left and right brain alliance, tag teaming
With religion and science, like Jehovah igniting lightning through unstable ions,
Scorching you with the flames that rise on, the dawn of Zion

* Lung Fu Mo Shi: Dragon Tiger
* Tai Chi Tong Long: Praying Mantis