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trap.
02-02-2013, 05:24 PM
Saga:

sime ya humor's basis is cruel, forcing me to battle this fool
throw'n acid on his face to show em what it boils down to
yeah, we share contortionist views but unfortunate for you
i'm twist'n and turn'n heads, you bend'n and stretch'n the truth.
and my verse is the 'proof, sideburns paid the price' like receipts
creep wanted a change, so in bed he's countin bruises instead of sheep
im way above this geek,so mysteriously i got dealt the rookie
I'll hit this fag with my right, cuz from rd.2 he's playing hook'ie
why book me? this is aint no hate crime, he's beyond gay
and now his life is like the ball on the assist, simply passed away
so nose dive off stage, and testing Saga..kid i wouldnt try it
the hospitals calm and quiet, but is straws what you crave in ur diet?
computers your life, we assigned you the internet's dell-egate
your ebay accounts like your verses, the feedbacks still negative
in your residence death came to settle, pain and sufferings inert
heard you like metal, so im throwing an anthrax concert
the best by far, let the gas seep in, thats the best way u can respond
had aspirations as a star,so he dyed his sideburns platinum blond
your name's not-fitting, trust me your losing by more than a hair
SA got em all lined up outside statefarm purchase'n health care
emcees gimme my credit, i got the whole south bracket jealous
cuz everyone and their mama knows im'a rock sideburns like elvis
i've thrashed your type, once or twice, so here's my chance to scar you
here's something your only gonna hear once in life, "sideburns in rd 2"

--Sagalations 1:1 ...this is nothing yet MMx


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Sideburns:

Try and battle stress come on SA, you're just an amateur
You don't stand a chance, like a paraplegic gambler
Wasting ya time, pasting ya rhymes at RapMusic
Thinking the saga continues... stuck on some old Wu shit
I proved it, you're obsolete, like an Apple II GS
I'm trifling black, striking back in battles is a reflex
Been rhyming since I had recess, so don't make me school you
You special ed. Saga? That's cool, cuz my rhymes is fool-proof
Strip you of your jewels dude, show you who the king of Queens is
Your rhymes is diarrhea.. nothing but weak shit
but you still shitting on cats? fuckit man, get a litter box
You falling off the top, but I'm building, kid, like cinderblocks
There's been a lot, of predictions, to the outcome of this gathering
well fuck the speculation, stop the rating, start the battling
The saddest thing that happens is when Saga loses first round
my mind is so divine I even make the church proud...
Speaking of church, I've heard that you're a "mass" murderer
hah. But you couldn't come close to my bars if you were a hurdler
I'm Smoken like that herbal "turf," so hit me on AIM
you couldn't get ahead.. even if you was getting brain
I set the stage for war, so let this Saga unfold
when I was created I changed things, some say I Moke the BRold...
even if you did coke with Dr. Seuss - you couldn't have dope lines
talk about yourself so much you "played-your-Is" - like quote crimes [plagiarize]
oh you STILL shittin' on cats? Consider this battle constipation
I suggest you follow Nixon down that path to resignation...
Stress is patient, but F you Saga, the time has come
Call the Flow Unit, post ya verse, but I already won...

You provincial fuck, battling me in round 1 was a pity...
"I got a purple heart for war and i aint never left the city"

I don't have to do nothing but stay black and die!


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Final:
Saga (14) - Sideburns (7) - Tie (1)