Sweet 16: X-Ray

[trap.]

Battle: X-Ray vs Nate Seven
Round: 1
Winner: X-Ray
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X-Ray

Just a lil nonsense for tha fun of it......
You a tender playin CHERRY askin for a LifeSaver//
Votes are in my favor - so confectious I'm like fLavor//
Child labor for NATE who's SEVEN years involved in rap//
Are so lame it seems like seven months of practice with no impact//
Skillz you heavily lack - negative 7 on my graphs//
My keystyles are my final products - NATE's never git past
rough-drafts//
You must've cut-class at X's University of Rap//
Stuffin your face tryin to be PHAT - wearing a McGruff hat// Sayin "Take
a bite out of rhyme, I defenitely took it out of mine"// Investigations
couldnt call tha cause of these rhymes I design//
Tha zodiac sign readz your fate of twisted moons of crescent edges//
You couldnt be TRIM if you had shears and a pair of twin hedges//
Uh huh.. yeah.. 1-2 Time to cut tha nonsense.. Word up, yeah..
Here we go.. bout to break it down...
False enterprises energize tha winnings I have optimized//
Convert your religion to Hinduism - cuz I'm sending you to tha
after-life//
When reincarnation is fusing - PRAY to become a clone of X//
Bow at tha waist to Ghandi wit sacrificial lightings of incense//
I'm Declaring my Independance - signified wit my John Hancok//
You remind me of him son, cuz you connect your HANd to COCK//
W-w-wait stop! Illegitimate claims are liaison to NATE's writings//
Tha Designated Killer? Chow Yun Fat copywrite - that's biting//
So let's REPLACE this KILLER - Although you couldnt fake a fable// I'm
tha leather-maker crafting art into belts to whip your anal//
I'm Tha Gallant Tailor - In fact I took down "Seven in one blow"//
Mother Goose and Grimm documented my days as a GIANT hero// Seven inches
tall, a midget - so you constantly in my HAIR//
I'm like PANTENE "So healthy, It shine's" - even during verbal
warfare//
You're so JUVENILE you're DELINQUENT at this art we labeled rhyme//
You're privileged to battle tha X - I'm acidic like enzymes//
X-RAY's not Xenophonic - coming phat's chronic like lies//
Pathological misconceptions lead to tha Killer's demise//
How ironic - Tha killer dies to tha hand of a man marked X//
Nameless, fameless, lameless - So simplistic I'm compleX//
My linguistics equal cement - to git you wetted, then set you in stone//
Inscribing your full name on concrete blocks on tha day that your status
was blown//
Without effort my Xsistence alone makes eligible contenders attempt//
To escape tha inevitable effeX of elimination which becomes evident//
Against tha X-RAY, sorry son... Sime should've known much better//
I'll never simply "Rain on your parade" - I'll bring disasterous
weather...//
I aviate minds.... my intellect destroys Nate's rhymes.....
Dont worry son, it's all love - its all RedLine... you know I got mad
respect. Peace.
X-RAY
"Lookin thru you to your soul"
FIRST THING'S FIRST
(M)asterfully (C)rucifying
KOTRT
RedLine RedPresenta......

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Nate Seven

I X-hibit lyrics ridiculously X-plicit,
so X-Ray can visit Nate Seven's dimension for a minute/
Your competitive level is so below me, you're standing tall on your toes sucking my dick
like a little midget/
Punch my nutsack hard and they hit you back harder as a matter of fact,
faster than the Law of Physics/
All critics can witness,
how my raps decrease the peace and increase each lyricist's mental sickness/
My physical fitness is so superior,
I can stretch your neck and stick your head in your rear end's interior/
Now you can't hear anymore!
I appear like a meteor as you fear me more, while I define my theory of war all over your weak X-terior/
Get near the door, so I can slam it in your face Take an X-Ray of that and tell me "these are the Breaks!"/
Fakes make like Kurtis and Blow slow all over Puff Daddy and Mase
My shit is more John Blaze designated in so many X-traordinary ways/
Rays of Nate Seven's sunlight displays more radiation than your name can derive
I'll turn your skeleton costume into a permanent real life disguise/
You thrive on runnin' but you can't hide from nothin'
My redline laser beam is easily cuttin' through your brain like a blueberry muffin/
You know somethin' --I'm the doctor and you're the tool,
I use you to X-pose how your rhymes are "see-through"!/
Vision this, Your mental paintings are pictureless
Keep your distance to witness the true meaning of Nate Seven's existence/
It all comes together when you're homeward bound falling from 187 miles above ground
Drown, in the verbal spinach I'm spittin' from my mouth like a vicious chemical compound/
Watch it Pop ya in the Eye socket and boil your iris while it's makin' a hot sizzling sound
Now...
Make like Olive Oil and "BLOW ME DOWN"!

[trap.]

Battle: X-Ray vs Perplex
Round: 2
Winner: X-Ray
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X-Ray

PerpleX you tha type to bite, chew, and swallow - like a bitch//
I lynch you like tha South and place more curses than a witch//
In a cinch my verbal pinch made your bitch-ass flinch and blink//
Twice as fast in fear - as I wink my hijinX proceed to crush your link//
Like lint your washed-up rhymes are murdered when X-RAY walks-by//
My lyrics do a fuckin talk-by - 10x's faster than a hawk-fly's//
Like a magnifying glass hovering over herbs too long//
I'll start a brush fire using wakness to kindle my fire too strong//
You're dysleXic so you spell your name X-e-l-p-r-e-p//
As you've noticed, X is always FIRST when you're against me//
I deceive you wit my verbal affairs - who's sleepin wit tha enemy?//
Sharice, Denoid, Tradey, Lakisha - and all my lyrical entities//
Am I sick? In that twisted way, or just in my hieroglyphics?//
I'll bring all 22 ounces of strength in a bottle to a throttle just like Mystic//
I'm gifted like a christmas present in golden wrapped attire//
Geriatric rhymes like Joe and Will Smith all need to be retired//
All Xelprep's rap's are on consignment, so PerpleX never gits paid//
He took a trip to Hawaii as a stow-away, and still never got leighed (laid)//
You could never see me, even if you painted a portrait//
Cuz while I see black and white fine print - you only see shades of gray//
Tryin to dodge tha truth like grade school games at recess time and lunch//
I bunched my fist into you once - then delivered my punch to this dunce//
I feed knowledge to my people - while your seeds are living in famine//
Like Ethiopian children scams - I've uncovered your falsified plannin's..//
Just cause I destroy you like I'm tha Devil - that does not mean you are God//
To tha neXt round - cuz this blessed sound astounds all common compounds//
PerpleX is like a .25 - missing me, and coming empty on all ROUNDS//
I said "Gimme your best shot" - and was SADLY dissapointed//
Like Tony BraXton's bankruptcy, your ENDs double-jointed//
Cuz either way you don't stand a chance - for me to tell you would be a lie//
Just cuz PerpleX is a beenie BABY does not mean that we will TY//
You're attending lectures on Science and Math - and tryin to learn how to drop it//
But failing is impaling while I'm prevailing when I rock it//
PerpleX is so perpleXed he used kinfolk for syngamic purposes//
Your family's heritage name is "Penny" cuz you're all just that - strait worthless//
You wish you could be an equal or a sequel of tha X//
You're fantasizing like Ally McBeal at 8:00 on CBS//
I brought my verbal MASSACRE to you by "Surprise" like 11 and 13 year old's in Arkansas//
I killed more kids than they did in my battles - so what do they keep harpin-on?//

Hahah…like that, yo! Now, do you honestly think you can fade it?

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Perplex

vacuum affection pulls particals out your crevices like orange pumice/ I charge you like
credit cards dash rhinosorous/ I'm weather seeled in protectant and esbestis/ just so
when you touch this/ the risk is enormous/ i'll break you down like termites till your
sawdust/ overpopulate your throat with scavengers until your adums apple bust/
calculus plus tempature degrees/ entices creamation of brave mc's/ you may be phat
during pregnancy/ but in 9 months you'll be pushin to hold that delivery/ eventually I will
moniter your terminology/ and terminate your productive capability/ aborting your
thought process from simularity/ I knock on your skull like oppertunity/ I'm an
equilibrium to discovery channel efficiency/ your in no position to mc/ I emasculate you
verbally/ then play pig skin with your heal achilese/ swing a ***tus to your anatomy/
and make you swear you were battlin herculese/ my mallet will crush your falanges/ you
beein perplex like chuck norris bein japanese/ categories change inside your
mythomania/ your items like a mexican flee markett all replica/ I'm getting in your head
like myxoma/ use surenges to suck your brain out your concha/ i'll take an x-ray of your
phobia/ and on every vital bone will be my crew mentors from aurora/ the backdraft of my
ora flatens your geography/ your realistic appeal is no longer 3-d/ I seperate myself till
latifa can't spell unity/ my community consist of one appartment COMPLEX/ the rent is
free if you can't out rhyme PERPLEX/ but for mc's like you I accept money orders and
checks/ I'll crush your propriocepter through tape decks/ I conect and force feed you
garlic/ fill your blood vessles with ferric/ slit your wrist with dental floss and bandage it
with salt rock brick/ when I send patients to the clinic doctors get stomache sick/ I'm
rearanging your body I'm the lung mechanik and my wish is your collapse/ I'm in your
anal canal like tunnel rats/ forget mcruff hats cause you quick to bite like rabies/ you
can combine your armies/ as we stand as oppisites in political parties I make bulletin
boards with text/ I'll take the radiation out of x-ray like I took the destination out of quest/
i'm ready for the 3rd round signin out peace and GOD bless


all in fun

[trap.]

Battle: :ELITE MINDED: vs X-RAY
Round: 3
Winner: :ELITE MINDED:
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:ELITE MINDED:

MOS DEFinitely X-RAY is walking out of his boundaries/
like branches X-RAY might find himself bound to trees/
found to be/hung and beat-like juries jackin' off in their seats/
i'm playin for keeps/makin X amount of opPONENT my property/
R.eality A.cknowledge Y.our-in a state of poverty/
poor skills,poor hygene,poor chance of comming properly/
elite steps- and X-ray get ghost like demi moore weavin pottery/
X, u got more chance playin the lottery-than to survive/
you couldn't get aHEAD even with a monica lewinski bribe/
you couldn't equal my vibe/if you was in a sitcom SINgin BADly/
my sharpen skills got you bleedin- madly/with spilled guts/
to preserve my win i got a jar with your pickled peeled nuts/
your so full of bullSHIt that i vacuum sealed your butt/
you remind me of a X-RAYted slut-"horny chick suckin dick/
the dr. released the X-RAY pics-and found out you was a chick/
so you bought an X-tension for your shit/in place of the clit/
X-cept you couldn't use it/ as an X-cuse for gettin X-ecuted/
how are you gonna X-plain that E.lite's LITE got u electricuted/
got you lookin blind and stupid/like RAY charles tryin to read/
the only time you'll be a TOP seed is when your HIGH on bird feed/
watch this nerd bleed-scrotum sacked punctured with a needle/
so much blood they wanna make my battle tactics illegal/
mutalating people-remeniscent of corpse chopped by "leather face"/
sending X-to a better place-/don't think about a RAYsurection/
cause "your stuck" like edward scissorhand with an erection/
skull C-section- got me "lookin thru you to your soul"-head open/
(M)asterfully (C)rucifying your goals-killin' your hope and/
chance of advancing/not only is the fat lady singin' but dancing/
cuz i'm all in your head like a swastika on charles manson/
got the gas and- match ready to bar-b que another challenger/
stepping to me with too much WEEK(weak) lines like a calendar/
you might was well have defaulted like the previous two before you/
after i'm done dismantling each body parts-nobody can ever restore you/
enter another tournament they'll ignore you/for the fact your no threat/
your metaphores and raps similar to bad breath/"it needs REFRESHING"/
not will u only kiss my ass but toss the salad with ranch dressing/
and your thought of progressing-/is "USELESS like a gayman's sperm/
with my x-ray i C man(seimen) burn/trying to rebound from a lost/
the only X-RAY you'll see next round is the one i hung on the cross/

if you are a GOD you' will rise in three days..hahahaha happy easter...
(but you'll still be in the loser's column)

all in luv......
::ELITE MINDED:: M.O.S 2tha3rd"I".will see you in the next round..
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X-Ray

Let me apologize beforehand for tha following, as it may cause offense
to be taken…:

Ayo, I'll smack you wit my words (Kapow!) like Batman and Robin in tha
seventies//
I turn flesh and blood into memories like a long forgotten cemetary//
SimpleMINDED nigga's who cannot do tha math don't add up//
To an opponent worthy of defeat from X faster than I can deduct//
You wouldn't even be this far if it weren't for two defaults//
You aint even technically battled at all - while I crushed whoeva's
involved//
I provoke deaths of eMCee's like thoughts - decapitate sucka's like
guillotines//
Come more hard than nigga's in South Central L.A wit blueprints and
artillery//
You reMINDED me of Aiwa, cuz when X fleXed, Elite started to walk,man//
I know Elite's a faggot cuz he's always on my jock, man//
I peeped your other battles - Tell me, why do y.ou a.lways d.o t.his?//
If I scored you like tha Tao Te Ching - "originality" would have been
missed//
I attack tha throat like Vampires, hit strait to tha chest like asthma
inhalers//
Your lyrics are more trash than white in Kentucky living in trailers//
MOS 2tha 3rd i, must have drafted you as tha joke character//
You're giving them a bad rep, son - like Keenan Ivory tryin to be a
black actor//
You're more yellow than school buses of retarded kids for juvenile
delinquents//
You were shot by tha firing squad for having wack tapes wit distribution
intent//
I got more nigga's in my corner than Wu-Tang has followers among them//
When I deliver a flow my spittle is acid rain along wit wind from my
lung-span//
I clowned you more than Krusty's on tha Simpson's telathon//
And ran more battlegrounds than Lewis sponsored marathons//
My Minds more Dangerous than Michelle Phipher performing marine
techniques//
I checked off more eMCee's than questionnaire's and publishing
critiques//
AbsentMINDED verbals allign wit herbal transpositions//
I work wit more dead bodies than a malpractice against morticians//
Crushed more elite minded peeps than society crushed my ambitions//
And slung more mud than big breasted chicks wrestling, and monster truck
demolitions//
Yo Elite, admit to defeat - and I'll spare you dismissal like suing
celebrities//
You have more weak and wak-minded rhymes than tha Xcaliber X has
enemies//
You're more Sorry than Milton Bradley games and apologetic children//
I fucked you more than double beds in tha rooms of tha San Diego
Hilton….//

Good bye.

X-RAY