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trap.
02-02-2013, 04:37 PM
Battle: Wrath vs Wilson Fisk
Round: 1
Winner: Tie
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Wrath

Fresh off the top I slug a brisk fist/
battle bliss kiss the face of Mista Fisk/
scream the infamous name aloud "Wrath" to kill the pain/
I'll de-frame your brain membranes with verbal cells pushing microscopic planes/
old-time cliche rhymes display your simple mind /
matched up to mine so you dislike SIMPLESIME/
outshine you anytime, dumb deaf OR blind/
so opt the fuck out this professional bout/
and take the amateur route to your perceptible doubts/
my lyrics are hotter than lava spouts/
gushing out the core of my dome/
fancier than Doric columns of ancient Rome/
deeper than the bottomless abysmal red sea/
I'm smoking herbal leaves off eternal redwood trees/
to prophesize your life amidst deadly degrees/
you produce your seeds begging me please to end their needs/
I drop them fendless into endless dreams/
of your queen sponging these on bended knees/
squeamishly you freeze to an early winter breeze/
fold to shades of light bolder than falling autumn leaves/
no treason, speaking of seasons, I make a fifth/
3 months of lyrical bliss, hailing on your premises/
with elements more oblivious than Egyptian elegance/
my sixth sense will socialize and ignobilize your essence/
as you re-organize to de-vocalize my presence/
ANY sentence above was born to tear you till your torn/
my metaphors are fully armed to make you mourn your last tourn/
so I'll make this last run ill son/ within the heart of pure myst/ put a
dagger through your WILSON/ and a dart to your FISK/ a


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Wilson Fisk


Vandal1824, aka, Willy Fisk
dare approach me bitch, I'll play you like a floppy disk,
go ahead, take a risk, and I'll frisk your pants pockets,
blow your spot up like rockets and then black your eye sockets,
no doubt you'll feel MY wrath, son you'd better check yo' math, those
equations don't compute, best to choose anotha' path,
cause I got this one sewed, so take a different road,
been fuckin niggaz up since the first time I flowed, my record?
flawless. opponents? jawless,
see my skillz is thick like that trick Lucy Lawless,
yo, tell me....how's it feel to be knocked out first round??
step off little boy, don't try to give me a pound,
got no love for those foes and hoes whose rhymes ain't comin tight,
man if your lyrics was ears, MIKE TYSON WOULDN"T BITE,
aiight, I delight, cuz in this fight, you meet defeat,
as for your verse, check the keyboard, now hit delete,
nice try...but try again, take it back to the lab,
use those lyrics on the street? in real ciphers catch a jab,
or a stab.....I'll slice your mic device, precise, quik fast,
it only took 20 lines for me to COLD WHOOP YO' ASS......punk nigga

trap.
02-02-2013, 04:37 PM
Battle: Wrath vs Wilson Fisk
Round: 1
Winner: Wrath
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Wrath

Verbal redestruction, Wilson visioned CRUSHED through percussion/
your conditions disintegrate to a DUSTY form of substance/
your abundance compressed to a junction and struck into COMBUSTION/
remaining functions flushed in the dungeon of my lyrical redundance
you summon- WRATH- (the God's coming) to put you out/
spitting miasmic metaphors and force them into your mouth/
your 3rd eye dwells in an unwell state of optical health/
so your using artificial rhymes out of HOSPITAL SHELVES/
and for this very reason you were VOTING FOR YOURSELF/
try to elevate your vocals outdated/ aim too high and their condensated/
low and degraded, Wilson Fisk ignoble, destined ill-fated/
golden plated on your frontal lobe "AN MC OVERRATED"/
still amazed in consternation little Willy matched my composition/
celebrated the intermission with a Barbie bubble bath limited edition/
battle me on stage, and behold this/ unloaded manifested internal rage exploded/
with a lyrical visual so ill JERRY SPRINGER WOULDN'T SHOW IT/


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Wilson Fisk


Nigga, I beat you once, and I'll beat you twice,
steppin' up to me you'll pay the ultimate price,
I'm too nice, precise, watch me slice your mic device,
you ain't a real man, your feminine like the spice,
girls, when rhymin, I drop jewels and pearls,
WRATH, you corny nigga, come suck my hairy pubic curls,
fuckin faggot, the truth, I'ma drag it out your throat,
your like a politician, went campaignin' for your votes,
you in a boat without no paddles, so how you gonna battle?
son I've got more metaphors than theirs headbangers in Seattle,
skedaddle, get lost, you'll take a loss to the boss,
for poppin loud shit that you know you can't enforce,
of course, Fisk represent, leave you broke up like divorce,
nickname you Mr. Ed, then make you a headless horse,
see I make offers that cannot be refused,
I'm the muthafuckin' bomb that cannot be diffused,
Wilson bruises crews, sips booze and gives the blues,
I neva' eva' lose, like the bears I'm bad news,
for amateur emcees lacking confidence and talents,
your rhymes are more corny than shoes from New Balance,
why you want a rematch? you must be a masochist,
shitted on your rhymes last time and on your style I just pissed,
you've been dissed, now your dismissed, you'll get met with a fist,
gotcha under category WACK on my little buddy list........

trap.
02-02-2013, 04:38 PM
Battle: Wrath vs Sam Sillahbull
Round: 2
Winner: Wrath
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Wrath

Sam Sillahbull shit don't lose it,
as my invincible principles scrape your thoughts into contusions/
no delusions to fact that I rule your illusion like I was the center of Jerusalem/
I'll break your soul into fourths and sell them to the Devil/
your Jealousy, Hate, Envy, and Lyrical Wackness of lowest levels/
dare you deny my imperialism and immaculate wisdom/
I'll send your whole compositions into the hands of oblivion/
apparently I'm lyrically the voters popularity/
so pack your "syllables" and head it for the wack mc ferry fleet/
destine you to the horizon of death/
coming closer to fate with each "Sillahbull" of breath/
I'll punctuate your lines with darts of WRATH in each rhyme/
dislocate your verbs and subjects and intertwine em' in my bind/
enter my circle of velocity, thoughts haunting thee/
travel quicker than doctors on anatomy /
I snatch the holy mic in harmony
as the whole Hip Hop nation follows me/
to construct the destruction of your pussy MC colony/
now I sense the desolation of your damned rapper nation/
WRATH + GOD is the eternal combination.



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Wilson Fisk


Dear Mr.Wrath,

Off the turnbuckle throwin' lyrics like arched knuckles
to bruise both eyes so know you see pain in doubles
YAH FLOW SUCKS--get hemmed up by Sam's touch
cause you and I both know yah best ain't good enough
my art of war.........is like Picasso on the battlefield
better grab your shield i'm spittin' lines to make you yield
you know the deal--I pump fear in yah cipher
wit lethal one liners that serve you like Mel's diner
yah style is shitty--I'LL MAKE A NUMB NIGGA FEEL ME
phonetic royalty the crown king of iller poetry
you couldn't fuck wit me if my first name was hymen,
i keep shit tight when i be rhymin'--yah just a little common
you need tah make sense and stop whinin'--wit relativity compose hits
like Neil Diamond
syllable violence--I cook beef in my sentence
so if you bite this you'll die hungry off my illness........

i'm warnin' you i'm quite nasty wit my speeches
i'll leave an instrumental beat less--you can't defeat this
*EMCEE* on a caliber above the average
on or off line i spit war like a savage

Yours Truly,
Sam Silahbull

trap.
02-02-2013, 04:38 PM
Battle: Furious Stylezz vs Wrath
Round: 3
Winner: Furious Stylezz
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Furious Stylezz

The born on date for your skillz has long been expired, More faulty than
car alarms that
blind monkeys rewired/ So whose the next sucka up to pucka up and kiss
rd3 aideos/
If your mom`s first name was Glen, Wrath, you still couldn`t come Close/
When Furious grab the MIC,
emcees jump off the stage yelling Geronimo!!/ Crowds get refunds if i
don`t rock it within
30 minutes or less like Dominos/ Wrath? it is to laugh, you should be a
"No-Show" like Keenan/
I make YOU feel the Wrath like you was masturbating rubbing yourself in
your semen/ As to
play monopoly with all the yellow cards missing: niggas running out of
chances/ More nervous
than Trailer Park trash during tornado season in Kansas/ Beheading your
headers....ink blotters
block letters as i BUSt thru paragraph blockades like Jerome Bettis/ I
navigate keyed notations
from locations/ Hidden from whats written when my lines are left bitten/
I`m serious....now let me
tell you what Furious theory is/ First blood strike hash a tongue lash,
bashing lyricists/ You
silly, heres what the dilly really be/ Derange document sources forces
dome disturbances from
lack of dude`s battle durability/ Its amusing how the weakest niggas
alwayz have the hardest name
but can`t display it in craft/ Fuck it!!, i`m taking your name, now i`m
Furious Wrath!!/ But
i`ll leave you with an "E" as i place you underneath/ Between the "R"
and the "A", so on your casket
theres a "Wreath"/ Or better yet drop the "R" and replace the "T,H" with
"C,K"....yea, more like that/
Now delete your log on name kid cuz your new name is "WACK"/ Then go to
furious.com and download you
some stylezz, You can rummage for some lyrics thru my archives of
deleted files/ When Furious is
"In The House" i can`t "Sit-com", chill and relax, I`m worser than LL on
T.V., Nigga, i don`t know
how to act/ My lyrics animate like Hanna-Barbara in this and any era,
Jump off the screen like the
Sun Fizz emblem on that Sprite commercial have you running in terror/
Tear`a, hole in your dome
piece to try and see what ya thinking/ Steppin to Furious make you
Scream like Will Smith sticking
dick in Jada Pinkett/ Leave my impression on niggas like a birthmark
bearing a striking resemblance
to my likeness/ As i type this, i don`t have to be a psychic to know
that you like it/ Like sodomy,
child-pornography i dig in Kidz tushes/ They all wusses, Furious fade`em
like hair clippers do
bushes.....out!


M.O.S...2tha3rd i
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Wrath


Third round, third emcee, dedicated to my third eye/
I'll SWAT you Mista Stylezz for thinking that you FLY/
inflict you with a velocity that overthrows your philosophy of ferocity/
with lyrical novelties enthrown to split your dome like MTV's "Oddity"/
I'll mesmerize your mental enterprise with lines that magnetize your eyes-and/
leave you shook like Mobb Deep and fuck your head up like "Event Horizon"/
entrap you in the lyrical abyss of my tongue slashing mist/
waive your cyber life "Goodnight" end it with "A Long Kiss"/
your rusting thoughts is ruptured, fracture lobe structured like the Bundies/
likewise caught you in the bookstore reading "Hip-Hop For Dummies"/
logical oblivion cast a shadow like millenium to your heart to your whole/
without compassion to your soul/
enfold your mind in ebon mold/ deviate it from the norm like I was Edgar Allan Poe/
unlike the perception of your petty presence where an eagle couldn't see thee/
I plant bionic mics inside the earth and rock em' so the world can feel me/
Wrath'll get up in your brain
reverse the cells that still remain sane/
and freeze the blood in your vains like the untamed Andromeda Strain/
now your Style's in "Jeopardy"- category as "The Wackest"/
a question so obvious, ALEX TRABECK WOULDN'T ASK IT/

No hard feelings……Wrath signing off….