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02-01-2013, 08:15 PM
The11 & Twelve- Sypher / t2
Sypher:
We erase names, ya going down, step up and face pain
It don’t matter how many kids scream & shout, they still won’t raise Cane
I should’ve read, ya past verses, but Cane’s so lame I get put to bed
Epi’s actually got some skill, it’s rumored he’s as good as dead
Syph & T are wasting army’s, on the run, we’re chasin quarry
Make a choice between hiding & wackness, better safe than sorry
You can try an search, for backup to combat our fireworks…
Cane, this ain’t even a diss:
You’d be better off lettin Epi write the entire verse
Ya amazed and wonder, how we get in and tear ya brain asunder
The 11’s & 12’s floatin around ya head prove ya daze is numbered!
Ya Mom & I are ‘great pals’, I’ll get her to steal ya last bars, poser
Ask her a/b my motto, ‘I keep my friends clothes, and my enemy’s closer’
t2:
t2 leaves the best shook, just from my text, look!,
RM? i've seen less duplicates in my check book,
the shower is the only time cane n' epi's droppin bars,
matter of fact, epi dont know jack like scotland yard,
props? a farce, t's the rules card you can't deal with,
epi's verse is novocaine, i can't say that i feel it,
slated the realist? HA, don't even talk to me,
you dot the I's, but knew better than to cross the T,
awkwardly enough, i can hear fatigue in their moans,
my rhymes are tom hanks, in a league of their own,
your flow is sugar, cane the way im clippin' it down,
better call a taxi-cab, if you plan on gettin' around.
si
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CaneMetheus - Cane / Epimetheus
Epi:
be careful readin this.. to make sure ya eyes wont shatter..
ya team's useless cuz t2's scrawny and Sy's dont matter..
slayin yall.. and nuts..? ya mouths got problems layin off..
so I'll place my balls on t's.. and I aint even playin golf..
sorry t, no chance of winnin cuz ya such a lame dyke..
face it.. ya partner cant even spell his fuckin name right..
and t's name is lower case.. I'll tell you why to ya face..
it's cuz me 'n ya moms forgot to capitalize on mistakes..
yall jockin each others' styles.. indeed, they're like drones..
so I'll rip out the eye of the storm.. since t's a 'Sy-clone'..
tryna get respect for dissin me..? dont expect a victory..
my hands'll be like gold chains.. around the neck of Mr. T..
Cane:
ya under arrest, on counts of lackin flow, so git in the cell
i'm like a clock at midnight...both hands are hittin the 12
"dude u're gettin a dell!" is what ya tell the girls..ya real fly
make sy's partners fate like hair coloring, cause 'teal dye'
dont need a gun to shoot ya girl, i'll nut a hole inside her
& the best line t2 had, was the one he stole from Rygar
u? win? you barely won the first round, go back and check
i had to make a break for the top, so i snapped ya neck
ya nothin but reps, and ya actual talent? well ya lack that
so we'll fill you with more clips, than sitcom flashbacks
Syph's hideous as shit, but t'll give him a run for his money
cuz he coulda knocked me out when he struck me as ugly
Sypher:
We erase names, ya going down, step up and face pain
It don’t matter how many kids scream & shout, they still won’t raise Cane
I should’ve read, ya past verses, but Cane’s so lame I get put to bed
Epi’s actually got some skill, it’s rumored he’s as good as dead
Syph & T are wasting army’s, on the run, we’re chasin quarry
Make a choice between hiding & wackness, better safe than sorry
You can try an search, for backup to combat our fireworks…
Cane, this ain’t even a diss:
You’d be better off lettin Epi write the entire verse
Ya amazed and wonder, how we get in and tear ya brain asunder
The 11’s & 12’s floatin around ya head prove ya daze is numbered!
Ya Mom & I are ‘great pals’, I’ll get her to steal ya last bars, poser
Ask her a/b my motto, ‘I keep my friends clothes, and my enemy’s closer’
t2:
t2 leaves the best shook, just from my text, look!,
RM? i've seen less duplicates in my check book,
the shower is the only time cane n' epi's droppin bars,
matter of fact, epi dont know jack like scotland yard,
props? a farce, t's the rules card you can't deal with,
epi's verse is novocaine, i can't say that i feel it,
slated the realist? HA, don't even talk to me,
you dot the I's, but knew better than to cross the T,
awkwardly enough, i can hear fatigue in their moans,
my rhymes are tom hanks, in a league of their own,
your flow is sugar, cane the way im clippin' it down,
better call a taxi-cab, if you plan on gettin' around.
si
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CaneMetheus - Cane / Epimetheus
Epi:
be careful readin this.. to make sure ya eyes wont shatter..
ya team's useless cuz t2's scrawny and Sy's dont matter..
slayin yall.. and nuts..? ya mouths got problems layin off..
so I'll place my balls on t's.. and I aint even playin golf..
sorry t, no chance of winnin cuz ya such a lame dyke..
face it.. ya partner cant even spell his fuckin name right..
and t's name is lower case.. I'll tell you why to ya face..
it's cuz me 'n ya moms forgot to capitalize on mistakes..
yall jockin each others' styles.. indeed, they're like drones..
so I'll rip out the eye of the storm.. since t's a 'Sy-clone'..
tryna get respect for dissin me..? dont expect a victory..
my hands'll be like gold chains.. around the neck of Mr. T..
Cane:
ya under arrest, on counts of lackin flow, so git in the cell
i'm like a clock at midnight...both hands are hittin the 12
"dude u're gettin a dell!" is what ya tell the girls..ya real fly
make sy's partners fate like hair coloring, cause 'teal dye'
dont need a gun to shoot ya girl, i'll nut a hole inside her
& the best line t2 had, was the one he stole from Rygar
u? win? you barely won the first round, go back and check
i had to make a break for the top, so i snapped ya neck
ya nothin but reps, and ya actual talent? well ya lack that
so we'll fill you with more clips, than sitcom flashbacks
Syph's hideous as shit, but t'll give him a run for his money
cuz he coulda knocked me out when he struck me as ugly