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02-01-2013, 08:10 PM
Liquid Syntext- Profound / Jack Napier
Profound:
leave you defeated with stab cuts and jab knucks you sad fucks //
eleven and twelve !? i guess youre both being leaded to bad luck // (13)
its some sad stuff when you think your venoms potent as vipers //
offloadin the hyper cant you see im always smoking the "sypher" //
decode then dechyper all your bars, im charged for espionage //
empty a large barrel into T2 leaving adimantium scars //
im past your remarks, fuck the tourney duke, we can battle on stage //
leave you staggered and dazed, kakatoo, when i rattle your cage // (cock and 2)
battles we blaze, so dont ever try and ask for some mercy //
im handin out crunch bars, like i was passin out hershey //
actually hurt me !? nah, you dont have a chance son, please i'll tell ya' //
cause ill be damned if we lost this round to Louise and "Thell"ma ***!!!!
***to understand closer peep how they put The 11's name in the round 1 bracket.
Jack Napier:
I'm "Lord of the Rings" when aborting boaring opposing teams
your lyrics like "The Scorpion King", poisoning screens
annoyed with themes, overemployed schemes, especially a particular
member of these tender contenders named after a Schawtzenegger pitcher
you're garbage, like Men at Work, targets for "Exit Wounds"
classify T2 as "Gridlock'd", his career will be dead soon
it's "Poetic Justice", for Syfer to catch fire in "The Matrix"
played the bitch that Low Down Shame played "The Crying Game" with
TNT's "Game"less, like Mike Douglas in the roughest "Disclosure"
"Welcome to Deathrow", straight to video and straight picked over
like "Sibling Rivalries" I set firey warnings to those trying me
y'all could've had a harder entry biting the entire "Princess Diaries"
L.S......Explosive Flow
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The11 & Twelve- Sypher / t2
t2 robosapien
jack napier futilely brought it; faking' stardom assuminu could ' we bought it,
a pornstar?, your endowment more resembles a community college,
unity and immunity, you sought after fuckin' with us, runnin' amok,
while liquid syntex is must see t.v; boasting nothin' but scrubs,
cuttin' the crust, breaking the mold to shards, you better fold cards,
im the health inspector makin' sure you'll never eat off of those bars,
profound lies bludgened and bloody shaking like somethin' is funny,
fact is, the march of dimes couldn't give thought a run for his money,
im eatin' pussies like muff divers, sinkin' your rhymes with one liners,
biters, i can spot 'em profound ain't writin' the lines like a drunk driver,
the funs over, syph's like everyones served, T like an oxford deli ,
the eleven and twelve, steadily manhandlin' kids like robert kelly HA!,
Syphological:
Just weep and follow, Christ X out the door, but first take it deep & swallow
Opponents end up w/ their head in their hands…like the legend of sleepy hollow
Now set up for your grand demise, accept defeat, throw up your hands and cry
“Damn those guys …like nude beaches they really tanned our hides!”
Turn ya into a carcass, we don’t mess around, it’s retarded to start shit
Past foes get sent packing …don’t believe me? Home is where the “Heart” is
We remain untouched, ya’ll deer in the headlights, ya done buck
Against 12 you could have a baker’s dozen and still not be one up!
Ya’ll just new fodder, for jokes, verses? Don’t you bother
I’ve given more cuts to Jack Napier than he got from Joel Schumacher
Claim to be savage vets, ha!… but Jack’s aight, though he can’t ravage text
Partner sucks, at the airport Jack has to leave Profound at the baggage check!!
S / I - si
Profound:
leave you defeated with stab cuts and jab knucks you sad fucks //
eleven and twelve !? i guess youre both being leaded to bad luck // (13)
its some sad stuff when you think your venoms potent as vipers //
offloadin the hyper cant you see im always smoking the "sypher" //
decode then dechyper all your bars, im charged for espionage //
empty a large barrel into T2 leaving adimantium scars //
im past your remarks, fuck the tourney duke, we can battle on stage //
leave you staggered and dazed, kakatoo, when i rattle your cage // (cock and 2)
battles we blaze, so dont ever try and ask for some mercy //
im handin out crunch bars, like i was passin out hershey //
actually hurt me !? nah, you dont have a chance son, please i'll tell ya' //
cause ill be damned if we lost this round to Louise and "Thell"ma ***!!!!
***to understand closer peep how they put The 11's name in the round 1 bracket.
Jack Napier:
I'm "Lord of the Rings" when aborting boaring opposing teams
your lyrics like "The Scorpion King", poisoning screens
annoyed with themes, overemployed schemes, especially a particular
member of these tender contenders named after a Schawtzenegger pitcher
you're garbage, like Men at Work, targets for "Exit Wounds"
classify T2 as "Gridlock'd", his career will be dead soon
it's "Poetic Justice", for Syfer to catch fire in "The Matrix"
played the bitch that Low Down Shame played "The Crying Game" with
TNT's "Game"less, like Mike Douglas in the roughest "Disclosure"
"Welcome to Deathrow", straight to video and straight picked over
like "Sibling Rivalries" I set firey warnings to those trying me
y'all could've had a harder entry biting the entire "Princess Diaries"
L.S......Explosive Flow
-------------------------------------------------
The11 & Twelve- Sypher / t2
t2 robosapien
jack napier futilely brought it; faking' stardom assuminu could ' we bought it,
a pornstar?, your endowment more resembles a community college,
unity and immunity, you sought after fuckin' with us, runnin' amok,
while liquid syntex is must see t.v; boasting nothin' but scrubs,
cuttin' the crust, breaking the mold to shards, you better fold cards,
im the health inspector makin' sure you'll never eat off of those bars,
profound lies bludgened and bloody shaking like somethin' is funny,
fact is, the march of dimes couldn't give thought a run for his money,
im eatin' pussies like muff divers, sinkin' your rhymes with one liners,
biters, i can spot 'em profound ain't writin' the lines like a drunk driver,
the funs over, syph's like everyones served, T like an oxford deli ,
the eleven and twelve, steadily manhandlin' kids like robert kelly HA!,
Syphological:
Just weep and follow, Christ X out the door, but first take it deep & swallow
Opponents end up w/ their head in their hands…like the legend of sleepy hollow
Now set up for your grand demise, accept defeat, throw up your hands and cry
“Damn those guys …like nude beaches they really tanned our hides!”
Turn ya into a carcass, we don’t mess around, it’s retarded to start shit
Past foes get sent packing …don’t believe me? Home is where the “Heart” is
We remain untouched, ya’ll deer in the headlights, ya done buck
Against 12 you could have a baker’s dozen and still not be one up!
Ya’ll just new fodder, for jokes, verses? Don’t you bother
I’ve given more cuts to Jack Napier than he got from Joel Schumacher
Claim to be savage vets, ha!… but Jack’s aight, though he can’t ravage text
Partner sucks, at the airport Jack has to leave Profound at the baggage check!!
S / I - si