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02-02-2013, 05:55 PM
Storm G:
You have a heart of gold to support your rhymes
But im thinking we’re in a California scoring mine, in 1849
And I have a pick axe with hopes to get money
So im hacking ya chest for karats, leave u soaking n bloody
Its hopelessly funny , u make no noise when kicking a sentence
U Only make racket when ur weaving equipment for tennis
Remember this.. Storm-g plus text equals death in this
Ur going to lose to the equation just like tempest is
My win is definite.. if its not completely clear to you
Press the gray refresh button , it will appear as true
Put fear in you.. Ur cursed and shaking from the verse ya facin
U never ben stiller, since u did Zoolander impersonations
Earth vibrations, quakes occur when im shitting this text out
if u stand up, I’ll make u receipt like printers at checkouts
You doubt I can beat you, I continue to laugh at that
Ur a mixed up trick like pulling humans out of a rabbits hat
I’m a savage cat slashing whacks with knives and swords
slice ya cords if you choose to fight with the hypest lord
Im too nice on boards, that shows ur screwed with ease
You can’t rime, like this thread is under 32 degrees
Who believes in the god?.. If you don’t u get ur ass dropped
ur so plane after I bomb you, people look for the black box
Black cocks are ur fascination, masturbation all of the day
I know it’s lame, but Im winning this just by calling you gay
Going all of the way.. You’re a fucking faggot in fact
You have more semen in your asshole than u have in your sack
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iLL Harmonics:
Yo Storm-G battlin me is as deadly as a slit wrist I'll spit fists with acidics till you switch scripts like stick shifts/
watch me hit shit to flip hits and trip tricks turnin then burnin ya to a muthafuckin statistic/
get on my hit list and I...I'll spit shit till my lips blist put out ya flame when i flick wicks then share a part from the lair of dark and have you fear me if you get near me and hit you wit an errie theory like a crypts mist/
lay a verse down faster than the speed of sound bleed the clown and leave Storm-G dead and down losin votes wit out a goddamn sound/
and read around you and my wack foes rip up ya slack flows then leave you unknown like a black hole in attack mode wit a cracked code/
Genetically ya DNA type says YOU aint ready to battle me what's the deal?/
I plead insanity/
You lil mutha fucka say you don't gotta worry/
say you aint usin punches/
like erything hunky dory, you know the story/
goddamn little bitch please/
Storm you ready to get beat wit similes/
or you just tryin to bite me/
you don't understand half the shit that i say when i spray it/
i'ma kat of a high intelligence so rate it/
I'm a real high enemy so they State it/
Redate data analysis/
Time to vote who's the illest so cast ya ballets kids/
Cuz I inflict a hit wit morbids till you forfeit cuz I knocked yo best flow out of this orbit/
when I spit watch the world evacuate and oceans evaporate at a faster rate than blood off your throat after I lacerate/
you harmless like a racer-snake and you'll hate ya fate when you see where I place the fake/
leave you twice the pain nicca of a sliced brain nicca after i explode uncontrolled like an A-bomb or a napalm in a nice game nicca/
I'll take you hands on or with witches curses and leave Storm-G bloodier than used tampons in bitches purses and get you so ecstatic and spastic at first that you'll be twitchin in yo muthafuckin hearse/
use your corpse for a snack then put yo weak ass on the course for the wack/
Storm-g nicca, you better bounce back cuz I'm sendin ya where the not strong belong/
you fit right in wit the weak fightin then I'll force ya back/
Metamorphically I beat you down/
Lyrically I'm the baddest muthafucka in the Industry/
Harmonics so iLL you'll be forced to Salute him Cuz He'a Street Soldja/
listen to what I told ya, double ya dose to double ya life spand/
cuz I'ma murder you and take ya life man/
If I win you should be next to the best/
poppin ya pupils and ya scruticals switchin you as i demolish you/
its injustice fo you to crush dis/
I'm beatin you by accident wit the bad intent to smash ya glands faster than your wack ass sinkin in quick sand/
have you goin through so many positions in this shit that now every vertebrate in ya back is bent/
Storm-G, I'm smashin pens wit the forces of my metaphorical torches my source-is an infinite amount of demonic horses driven by headless corpses/
I'm ready fo war and extremely deadly wit swords gonna be single handily responsible for 9 dead cats in morgue after this battle/
like havin sex wit a whore that's been infected wit numerous red sores/
I have to wonder what the fuck you testin me for/
cuz nicca i been blessin this world wit rhyme weapons of war as dark as death once i settle the score/
Bottom line muthafucka, you don't come close to this cat so step back befo i bust this gat/
leave ya wig split wit a big SPLAT!
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Final:
Storm-G (+)
You have a heart of gold to support your rhymes
But im thinking we’re in a California scoring mine, in 1849
And I have a pick axe with hopes to get money
So im hacking ya chest for karats, leave u soaking n bloody
Its hopelessly funny , u make no noise when kicking a sentence
U Only make racket when ur weaving equipment for tennis
Remember this.. Storm-g plus text equals death in this
Ur going to lose to the equation just like tempest is
My win is definite.. if its not completely clear to you
Press the gray refresh button , it will appear as true
Put fear in you.. Ur cursed and shaking from the verse ya facin
U never ben stiller, since u did Zoolander impersonations
Earth vibrations, quakes occur when im shitting this text out
if u stand up, I’ll make u receipt like printers at checkouts
You doubt I can beat you, I continue to laugh at that
Ur a mixed up trick like pulling humans out of a rabbits hat
I’m a savage cat slashing whacks with knives and swords
slice ya cords if you choose to fight with the hypest lord
Im too nice on boards, that shows ur screwed with ease
You can’t rime, like this thread is under 32 degrees
Who believes in the god?.. If you don’t u get ur ass dropped
ur so plane after I bomb you, people look for the black box
Black cocks are ur fascination, masturbation all of the day
I know it’s lame, but Im winning this just by calling you gay
Going all of the way.. You’re a fucking faggot in fact
You have more semen in your asshole than u have in your sack
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iLL Harmonics:
Yo Storm-G battlin me is as deadly as a slit wrist I'll spit fists with acidics till you switch scripts like stick shifts/
watch me hit shit to flip hits and trip tricks turnin then burnin ya to a muthafuckin statistic/
get on my hit list and I...I'll spit shit till my lips blist put out ya flame when i flick wicks then share a part from the lair of dark and have you fear me if you get near me and hit you wit an errie theory like a crypts mist/
lay a verse down faster than the speed of sound bleed the clown and leave Storm-G dead and down losin votes wit out a goddamn sound/
and read around you and my wack foes rip up ya slack flows then leave you unknown like a black hole in attack mode wit a cracked code/
Genetically ya DNA type says YOU aint ready to battle me what's the deal?/
I plead insanity/
You lil mutha fucka say you don't gotta worry/
say you aint usin punches/
like erything hunky dory, you know the story/
goddamn little bitch please/
Storm you ready to get beat wit similes/
or you just tryin to bite me/
you don't understand half the shit that i say when i spray it/
i'ma kat of a high intelligence so rate it/
I'm a real high enemy so they State it/
Redate data analysis/
Time to vote who's the illest so cast ya ballets kids/
Cuz I inflict a hit wit morbids till you forfeit cuz I knocked yo best flow out of this orbit/
when I spit watch the world evacuate and oceans evaporate at a faster rate than blood off your throat after I lacerate/
you harmless like a racer-snake and you'll hate ya fate when you see where I place the fake/
leave you twice the pain nicca of a sliced brain nicca after i explode uncontrolled like an A-bomb or a napalm in a nice game nicca/
I'll take you hands on or with witches curses and leave Storm-G bloodier than used tampons in bitches purses and get you so ecstatic and spastic at first that you'll be twitchin in yo muthafuckin hearse/
use your corpse for a snack then put yo weak ass on the course for the wack/
Storm-g nicca, you better bounce back cuz I'm sendin ya where the not strong belong/
you fit right in wit the weak fightin then I'll force ya back/
Metamorphically I beat you down/
Lyrically I'm the baddest muthafucka in the Industry/
Harmonics so iLL you'll be forced to Salute him Cuz He'a Street Soldja/
listen to what I told ya, double ya dose to double ya life spand/
cuz I'ma murder you and take ya life man/
If I win you should be next to the best/
poppin ya pupils and ya scruticals switchin you as i demolish you/
its injustice fo you to crush dis/
I'm beatin you by accident wit the bad intent to smash ya glands faster than your wack ass sinkin in quick sand/
have you goin through so many positions in this shit that now every vertebrate in ya back is bent/
Storm-G, I'm smashin pens wit the forces of my metaphorical torches my source-is an infinite amount of demonic horses driven by headless corpses/
I'm ready fo war and extremely deadly wit swords gonna be single handily responsible for 9 dead cats in morgue after this battle/
like havin sex wit a whore that's been infected wit numerous red sores/
I have to wonder what the fuck you testin me for/
cuz nicca i been blessin this world wit rhyme weapons of war as dark as death once i settle the score/
Bottom line muthafucka, you don't come close to this cat so step back befo i bust this gat/
leave ya wig split wit a big SPLAT!
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Final:
Storm-G (+)