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02-02-2013, 04:50 PM
Battle: Furious Stylezz vs Nero
Round: 1
Winner: Furious Stylezz
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Furious Stylezz
Textual harassment suffocating syllables and blowing synonyms to oblivion/
I transcend thru the future rep the millennium
better than those 2 talking M&Ms//
I flatten stomachs like abortions, Spitting lyricals with poisons/
Like depleted rations on dessert isles, i`ll leave anatomy`s out of proportions//
Distortion of transmission like faulty Nasa solar panels/
The vandal dis-mantel
emcee`s vision like blocked out cable channels//
Nero gets more hot footed than saddles made of candles/
To scurry in a hurry, watch him run, flee and scramble//
To get to the exit, avoiding my next spit, the next shit/
Off the dome like tupays in the wind when my text hits//
My fiber-optics, concocted gothic synopsis of cyber-topics/
that cause respiratory canal vales mal-functions with breathing blockage//
From Trying to "fuck" this rym-animal self-suicide
in the form of textual bestiality/
Visually, like photos of Quasimodo humping camels
i tax emcee`s ass like F.I.C.A. fucks up your salary/
Phatta than Jenny Craig drop-out`s calorie and carbo-hydrates intake/
You start sweating going belly up like sumos in a tanning bed for 14 hours str8//
Taking flight like student pilots in aviation college/
I RUN my D in MCs like they Queens from here to Hollis//
Bring me a huddled masses of emcees yarning to breathe free like oversea immigrantZ/
Dis-placed like Sethro`s from deathblows i use for verbal StimulantZ//
Your un-equivalent by shear-luck tear-ducks tear-up, just let`em weep/
A "C"ereal killer, like niggas choking off spoon-sized shredded wheat//
I turn the N in Nero 45 degrees to the left/
Now it`s a Z pronounce his name, what do you get?//
The numeric alias of his steez,abilities, and victories in win columns/
Your flows more booty than bitches in Luke`s shows shaking their bottoms//
Un-equal, like "Don`t be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood" making a sequel/
Having Nero verses Furious?
What wrong with you people?//
Your just a hop skip and a jump away from seeing the pearly gates/
your ass is weaker then illegitimate children from women Mr.Ferley dates/.....out!
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Nero
Who is this cat, Furious? Having hazy illusions of victory, he must be
delirious/
His meeble stylezz gets destroyed and left in mangled piles;
These textual files; has his reeking underware containing pounds of
Bowel/
Check the aggressive Movement; ripping him in half like three feet
penetrating
him with no lubricant; The only way you can come remotely close to
defeating me is on a severe grading slant/
growing like algy in your mind, you sucomb to my mesmermizing battle
chants;
ending up with multiple fractures, like an intoxicated Jackie Chan/
Yeah, you've heard of my name before; but in the past, you was
snickering at my lame metaphors;
Since then, I've been in horrific wars; leaving twisted limbs buried on
beach shores;
Bloody skulls rolling on red floors; ripping skin grafes, displaying
bleeding pores/
Like Busta, I'm screamin "Rhymes Galore"; while I spin around you like a
veteran gymnastics whore; Your limited mental capacity explored;
I got you in my sights, charging toward you like a savage boar;
Impact, causing immediated catastrophe......out!
For stepping into this surreal battle scene; you must Out of your mind;
When finished, it will take international surgical teams; to peice back
your spine;
You say your ill? I don't think you know what sick is;
I'll go in putrid details, so you can see exactly how gruesome I can
get/
I'll do you like Picasso; stuff your lacerated genitalia up your fuckin
nostrils;
So you can SMELL what crabs emit, numbing your senses like multiple head
blows/
Tear off your ears and sew them to your eyes; So you can get a SIGHT on
how my soundwaves are demonized/
Stick my foot up your ass, leaving streaks on my Nike's of sh!t residue;
Shove my toes down your throat, so you can have that bitter TASTE
blessing you/
Super- glue your finger tips on top of your ears;
So you can FEEL my vocalz damaging you like poisonous spears
Violently rip out your ear- drums, so you no longer have the ability to
HEAR;
Got you drowning in extreme perspiration; mixed with salty tears;
Caused from your most innermost fears; getting caught up in
annihiliation,
embarrased from gawking peers;
Leave the flaming mic, victory easily declared;
While you feel empty inside from this casuality, like a deeply depressed
Cher;
This blinding flare/ of skillz, got you having images of global
genocide;
Sparked by the early death of Furious, a brutal homicide...
Round: 1
Winner: Furious Stylezz
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Furious Stylezz
Textual harassment suffocating syllables and blowing synonyms to oblivion/
I transcend thru the future rep the millennium
better than those 2 talking M&Ms//
I flatten stomachs like abortions, Spitting lyricals with poisons/
Like depleted rations on dessert isles, i`ll leave anatomy`s out of proportions//
Distortion of transmission like faulty Nasa solar panels/
The vandal dis-mantel
emcee`s vision like blocked out cable channels//
Nero gets more hot footed than saddles made of candles/
To scurry in a hurry, watch him run, flee and scramble//
To get to the exit, avoiding my next spit, the next shit/
Off the dome like tupays in the wind when my text hits//
My fiber-optics, concocted gothic synopsis of cyber-topics/
that cause respiratory canal vales mal-functions with breathing blockage//
From Trying to "fuck" this rym-animal self-suicide
in the form of textual bestiality/
Visually, like photos of Quasimodo humping camels
i tax emcee`s ass like F.I.C.A. fucks up your salary/
Phatta than Jenny Craig drop-out`s calorie and carbo-hydrates intake/
You start sweating going belly up like sumos in a tanning bed for 14 hours str8//
Taking flight like student pilots in aviation college/
I RUN my D in MCs like they Queens from here to Hollis//
Bring me a huddled masses of emcees yarning to breathe free like oversea immigrantZ/
Dis-placed like Sethro`s from deathblows i use for verbal StimulantZ//
Your un-equivalent by shear-luck tear-ducks tear-up, just let`em weep/
A "C"ereal killer, like niggas choking off spoon-sized shredded wheat//
I turn the N in Nero 45 degrees to the left/
Now it`s a Z pronounce his name, what do you get?//
The numeric alias of his steez,abilities, and victories in win columns/
Your flows more booty than bitches in Luke`s shows shaking their bottoms//
Un-equal, like "Don`t be a menace to south central while drinking your juice in the hood" making a sequel/
Having Nero verses Furious?
What wrong with you people?//
Your just a hop skip and a jump away from seeing the pearly gates/
your ass is weaker then illegitimate children from women Mr.Ferley dates/.....out!
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Nero
Who is this cat, Furious? Having hazy illusions of victory, he must be
delirious/
His meeble stylezz gets destroyed and left in mangled piles;
These textual files; has his reeking underware containing pounds of
Bowel/
Check the aggressive Movement; ripping him in half like three feet
penetrating
him with no lubricant; The only way you can come remotely close to
defeating me is on a severe grading slant/
growing like algy in your mind, you sucomb to my mesmermizing battle
chants;
ending up with multiple fractures, like an intoxicated Jackie Chan/
Yeah, you've heard of my name before; but in the past, you was
snickering at my lame metaphors;
Since then, I've been in horrific wars; leaving twisted limbs buried on
beach shores;
Bloody skulls rolling on red floors; ripping skin grafes, displaying
bleeding pores/
Like Busta, I'm screamin "Rhymes Galore"; while I spin around you like a
veteran gymnastics whore; Your limited mental capacity explored;
I got you in my sights, charging toward you like a savage boar;
Impact, causing immediated catastrophe......out!
For stepping into this surreal battle scene; you must Out of your mind;
When finished, it will take international surgical teams; to peice back
your spine;
You say your ill? I don't think you know what sick is;
I'll go in putrid details, so you can see exactly how gruesome I can
get/
I'll do you like Picasso; stuff your lacerated genitalia up your fuckin
nostrils;
So you can SMELL what crabs emit, numbing your senses like multiple head
blows/
Tear off your ears and sew them to your eyes; So you can get a SIGHT on
how my soundwaves are demonized/
Stick my foot up your ass, leaving streaks on my Nike's of sh!t residue;
Shove my toes down your throat, so you can have that bitter TASTE
blessing you/
Super- glue your finger tips on top of your ears;
So you can FEEL my vocalz damaging you like poisonous spears
Violently rip out your ear- drums, so you no longer have the ability to
HEAR;
Got you drowning in extreme perspiration; mixed with salty tears;
Caused from your most innermost fears; getting caught up in
annihiliation,
embarrased from gawking peers;
Leave the flaming mic, victory easily declared;
While you feel empty inside from this casuality, like a deeply depressed
Cher;
This blinding flare/ of skillz, got you having images of global
genocide;
Sparked by the early death of Furious, a brutal homicide...