trap.
02-02-2013, 05:40 PM
Phant:
A fuckin metallic element??? Your taste in names is undisclosed, kid/
I'll smack your shine off and 'blast heavy metal' like Guns N Roses/
Your tongue is froze quick--It'll stop your idiotic fables/
Round 2's gonna be 'missin lithium' like ghetto periodic tables/
My squad's enabled--preventin ya from following your deviant ways/
Lithium will 'get beaten early in the South' like disobedient slaves/
I'm seein you in a grave, ya screamin's just a shrilling sound of racket/
I'll bring down the hatchet and leave ya body wrapped around a bracket/
Ya crowned a wack bitch--sorry Lith, but I only speak the truth/
And a first-rounder against Phant??? Sime MUST have beef with you/
And I'll defeat ya crew--my punches always hit cuz my reach is long/
Plus my speech is strong--watch me 'burn L' like Cheech and Chong/
While you preach in songs bout peace, I'm leavin this man slaughtered/
Cuz Lith, Im 'always off my rocker' like a hyper grandfather/
I stand taller, ya blood soaked the stage when I released my spoken rage/
'Approached me, then retreated quick' like you were an ocean wave/
Aint even close to brave, just a scared bitch who aint shinin with P/
Cuz I'm like the word 'orange'--aint nothing rhymin with me/
Lith can fry endlessly, my spit is what this toddler's blazed with/
Ya basic and laced quick, and getting choked with your slap bracelet/
My raps stay fit, I was suspended from the School of Hard Knocks/
My firearms cocked and 'causin more wakes' than alarm clocks/
I bomb spots, I'll hit your clique and clear half your doggs/
And leave yall with more 'casual-tees' than Sears catalogs/
This queer's trapped in fog, can't see that I'll destroy his group's missions/
My spittin'll leave em 'out of commission' like bellboys in soup kitchens/
This dude's bitchin, I'll pound this lightweight and watch this feather fall/
Leave his skull dangling by a thread, use his body to play tetherball/
He's under the weather yall, I wrecked this foe cuz I'm the best wit flows/
Caved in his chest and nose with more roundhouses than Eskimos/
My text arose, the boss' ballad shows Lithium his loss is valid/
So shut the fuck up, and 'butt-in ya mouth' like you're tossin salad
Whew.....sorry Lith
I'll put your wishes in doubt, you're the biggest bitch in the South/
I wrote this whole verse while thinking of disses for Balth
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Lithium:
Watchin' Phantom bust poetics, gets some attention,
he's rated #1 by his peers...the number one exception,
when i saw ya name i admit it was un-expected,
since the only win u had, was when u 'won acceptance'
So dont cry if ya lose, theres a reason why im good,
Im the type to 'play kids' more times than Elijah Wood,
fuck a quote, i'll cut his throat, ground filled wit red,
its luck at most, what son had wrote was ill....prepared!
Fuck ur net-buddies, u know it aint worth it,
goin' against ill heads means u rep 'Mentalz' on purpose,
styles worthless, who sent u to burn quick?
this battles 'up in the air' & my interception is perfect,
Best believe his candy-ass'll leave with hands detached,
I havent seen more fake 'challenges' than 'P.C. for handicaps'
I'll rip-this-kid-in, bits wit little resistance-in-him,
treat his face like his seeding-place & fuck up his 'diss-position'
-the under-dog's winnin this.. you idiot,
its just 'regulation dawg' like Mr. Grimms affiliate,
I like throwin punches at Phant, its my only route,
he be like "It's over-board", like when he gets voted-out,
See- competitors write rhymes for me to better it,
& ur grip on this tourney is less 'Firm' than Cormega bitch,
Battled Lith, just to see Verse Of The Month?.. man-
shits so hot, he scrapped his verse & just worked on his suntan.
run w/ the elite? ur a joke, u get 'sunned' in the street,
so much, that Mercury & Venus is like my cousin & niece,
Front & get beat, watch ya voter numbers decrease,
i'll come w/ the heat, make sure all ya troubles'll deacease,
im one of the least, to be known as a push-over,
id get under the sheets w/ ya girl, cuz im a 'foot' soulja!
Phantom, ya skill level is so fucked up,
Wanna-be Dan Ackroyd, u should be the fifth "Ghost-buster"
I dont trust ya, cuz around here ya wack,
cant bare the facts, im the reason Phantom wears a mask,
He's blasphemy, cant u see hes mad at me,
Im God in a world where Phantom's become reality,
even got his own drug out, & he's sellin-heaps,
in abandoned in streets, hes usin it now, its called PHANTacy.
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Final:
Phant (19) - Lithium (1)
A fuckin metallic element??? Your taste in names is undisclosed, kid/
I'll smack your shine off and 'blast heavy metal' like Guns N Roses/
Your tongue is froze quick--It'll stop your idiotic fables/
Round 2's gonna be 'missin lithium' like ghetto periodic tables/
My squad's enabled--preventin ya from following your deviant ways/
Lithium will 'get beaten early in the South' like disobedient slaves/
I'm seein you in a grave, ya screamin's just a shrilling sound of racket/
I'll bring down the hatchet and leave ya body wrapped around a bracket/
Ya crowned a wack bitch--sorry Lith, but I only speak the truth/
And a first-rounder against Phant??? Sime MUST have beef with you/
And I'll defeat ya crew--my punches always hit cuz my reach is long/
Plus my speech is strong--watch me 'burn L' like Cheech and Chong/
While you preach in songs bout peace, I'm leavin this man slaughtered/
Cuz Lith, Im 'always off my rocker' like a hyper grandfather/
I stand taller, ya blood soaked the stage when I released my spoken rage/
'Approached me, then retreated quick' like you were an ocean wave/
Aint even close to brave, just a scared bitch who aint shinin with P/
Cuz I'm like the word 'orange'--aint nothing rhymin with me/
Lith can fry endlessly, my spit is what this toddler's blazed with/
Ya basic and laced quick, and getting choked with your slap bracelet/
My raps stay fit, I was suspended from the School of Hard Knocks/
My firearms cocked and 'causin more wakes' than alarm clocks/
I bomb spots, I'll hit your clique and clear half your doggs/
And leave yall with more 'casual-tees' than Sears catalogs/
This queer's trapped in fog, can't see that I'll destroy his group's missions/
My spittin'll leave em 'out of commission' like bellboys in soup kitchens/
This dude's bitchin, I'll pound this lightweight and watch this feather fall/
Leave his skull dangling by a thread, use his body to play tetherball/
He's under the weather yall, I wrecked this foe cuz I'm the best wit flows/
Caved in his chest and nose with more roundhouses than Eskimos/
My text arose, the boss' ballad shows Lithium his loss is valid/
So shut the fuck up, and 'butt-in ya mouth' like you're tossin salad
Whew.....sorry Lith
I'll put your wishes in doubt, you're the biggest bitch in the South/
I wrote this whole verse while thinking of disses for Balth
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lithium:
Watchin' Phantom bust poetics, gets some attention,
he's rated #1 by his peers...the number one exception,
when i saw ya name i admit it was un-expected,
since the only win u had, was when u 'won acceptance'
So dont cry if ya lose, theres a reason why im good,
Im the type to 'play kids' more times than Elijah Wood,
fuck a quote, i'll cut his throat, ground filled wit red,
its luck at most, what son had wrote was ill....prepared!
Fuck ur net-buddies, u know it aint worth it,
goin' against ill heads means u rep 'Mentalz' on purpose,
styles worthless, who sent u to burn quick?
this battles 'up in the air' & my interception is perfect,
Best believe his candy-ass'll leave with hands detached,
I havent seen more fake 'challenges' than 'P.C. for handicaps'
I'll rip-this-kid-in, bits wit little resistance-in-him,
treat his face like his seeding-place & fuck up his 'diss-position'
-the under-dog's winnin this.. you idiot,
its just 'regulation dawg' like Mr. Grimms affiliate,
I like throwin punches at Phant, its my only route,
he be like "It's over-board", like when he gets voted-out,
See- competitors write rhymes for me to better it,
& ur grip on this tourney is less 'Firm' than Cormega bitch,
Battled Lith, just to see Verse Of The Month?.. man-
shits so hot, he scrapped his verse & just worked on his suntan.
run w/ the elite? ur a joke, u get 'sunned' in the street,
so much, that Mercury & Venus is like my cousin & niece,
Front & get beat, watch ya voter numbers decrease,
i'll come w/ the heat, make sure all ya troubles'll deacease,
im one of the least, to be known as a push-over,
id get under the sheets w/ ya girl, cuz im a 'foot' soulja!
Phantom, ya skill level is so fucked up,
Wanna-be Dan Ackroyd, u should be the fifth "Ghost-buster"
I dont trust ya, cuz around here ya wack,
cant bare the facts, im the reason Phantom wears a mask,
He's blasphemy, cant u see hes mad at me,
Im God in a world where Phantom's become reality,
even got his own drug out, & he's sellin-heaps,
in abandoned in streets, hes usin it now, its called PHANTacy.
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Final:
Phant (19) - Lithium (1)