trap.
02-02-2013, 06:01 PM
Radius:
im focused to death, i hope your holding your breath
my flow is tennis and you're getting served over the net
fuck this pompous kid, peeping what Rad accomplishes
proves Sir is 'on the Sac' more than Predrag Stojakovic
this battle couldn't be right, i'm thinkin of hookin this dike
so quick that his neck breaks fast like Muslims at night
i'm sunnin-this-child..this lame-ho's hot verses are like...
mike tyson's first round KO's..haven't been done in a while
listen dog..i use confusing methods when i'm spittin bars
i'm the type to cut out your kidneys just to piss you off
i'm stabbin this bitch, i been nice since Magic was quick
this fagget aint slick, always riding Sco babbages dick
this Survival of the Fittest..and you know its funny how..
.you'd participate when you couldn't bench 20 pounds
this fuckin clown wants to battle? Sime get another hearse
your sweet as Sir-up..so imma call you Mrs. Butterworth
whats the nerve of this kid...you winning is quite slim
make you sing a song of praise to the God..and i'm Hymn
challenge me? this comedy goes beyond laughible honesty
Sur-real? not even if his skills could attribute qualities...
your reign is so low i gotta say this phrase in slo-mo
hhoooww yyoouuu ssppitittinnn stttrraaiigghhtt ffirree
wwheeenn yyyouu sspaarrkk ffflaaamess wiittthh hhhoooommmooo's?
.and now the SIMILE KING...
this Muhammed Ali emcee'll get torched rappin'
let these punches erase your memory like a disk i formatted
it's more static..remember Rad's controling your shit
me shootin' you is a Movie Trailer...you only get clips
fuck the guns..Sir really aint hard..and his arsen..
.watched him get 'beet with a bat' like baseball..in a garden
any line you spit i have, i've been a champ many times
.i'll leave your body as sore as Superman when he flies
now crown god..i know everybody sounds shocked
but Sir's been actin shook like Captain Hook around clocks
you're 'filthy as hell'..plus wack on my worse level
your rhymes suck so much they've been sponsored by 'dirt devil'
stop speeding..just relax and take your time chump
this pig gotta round up the usual suspect to make a line up....
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Sir:
Over-looked and unknown, so for your first lesson: repsect,
After all, secretive is the way the best weapons are kept.
Unimpressed with your rep with your barely passing D-tales (details),
Any skill enflamed, mind sprained, and train of thought de-railed.
I prevail by putting pressure on your soul like a 300 lb. lineman
Have you confiding that ya lying bout ripping me, when you're yet to rip a hymen.
Mistake your open casket wish and leave you fully open cadaver
After you battle with ya feces smeared pants and permanently broken bladder.
You were supposed to hunt with skills, musta missed your ration
The leader in assists with a lipse, and still not knowing shit about passion (pashin).
As a rainbow you couldn't breeze through with flying colors,
As my inkings seize ya, like the State does to the kids of dying mothers.
Double your skill and Sir still screaming "die amateur" (diameter),
We have to look at your ceiling just to find a fan of yours.
An abandoned verse of rambling slurs is all you submit...
Glad you realized your parameters.
My stanza bursts your ego and there's no one here to help,
You know wackness is contagious right? so till Sunday, steer clear of yourself.
Fearing my wealth of words, while you're scrambling to scrounge pennies,
As I pen these sick schemes full-time and you just attempt (a temp) see.
My words constrain the flow in ya vocals like a Simoan chokehold,
You way doubt (weighed out) after I bagged this, exactly like dope's sold.
My shit is top-notch, level one, you can't get higher
If you steady chiefed on blunts while singing soprano in the choir.
As my raps dispose, fuck the unenlightened and their miscast tarots,
I have a style that's still elegant even dressed in plain clothes.
I want to thank those that sacrificed you for my feasting,
Come with your max(ima), you'd still get bent over a knee son (nissan).
To my competitor...I'm deading ya never have you tasted defeat worse,
You came in hoping to win, now you just hope to be my groupie in ya re-birth.
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Final:
Radius (22) - Sir (0)
im focused to death, i hope your holding your breath
my flow is tennis and you're getting served over the net
fuck this pompous kid, peeping what Rad accomplishes
proves Sir is 'on the Sac' more than Predrag Stojakovic
this battle couldn't be right, i'm thinkin of hookin this dike
so quick that his neck breaks fast like Muslims at night
i'm sunnin-this-child..this lame-ho's hot verses are like...
mike tyson's first round KO's..haven't been done in a while
listen dog..i use confusing methods when i'm spittin bars
i'm the type to cut out your kidneys just to piss you off
i'm stabbin this bitch, i been nice since Magic was quick
this fagget aint slick, always riding Sco babbages dick
this Survival of the Fittest..and you know its funny how..
.you'd participate when you couldn't bench 20 pounds
this fuckin clown wants to battle? Sime get another hearse
your sweet as Sir-up..so imma call you Mrs. Butterworth
whats the nerve of this kid...you winning is quite slim
make you sing a song of praise to the God..and i'm Hymn
challenge me? this comedy goes beyond laughible honesty
Sur-real? not even if his skills could attribute qualities...
your reign is so low i gotta say this phrase in slo-mo
hhoooww yyoouuu ssppitittinnn stttrraaiigghhtt ffirree
wwheeenn yyyouu sspaarrkk ffflaaamess wiittthh hhhoooommmooo's?
.and now the SIMILE KING...
this Muhammed Ali emcee'll get torched rappin'
let these punches erase your memory like a disk i formatted
it's more static..remember Rad's controling your shit
me shootin' you is a Movie Trailer...you only get clips
fuck the guns..Sir really aint hard..and his arsen..
.watched him get 'beet with a bat' like baseball..in a garden
any line you spit i have, i've been a champ many times
.i'll leave your body as sore as Superman when he flies
now crown god..i know everybody sounds shocked
but Sir's been actin shook like Captain Hook around clocks
you're 'filthy as hell'..plus wack on my worse level
your rhymes suck so much they've been sponsored by 'dirt devil'
stop speeding..just relax and take your time chump
this pig gotta round up the usual suspect to make a line up....
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Sir:
Over-looked and unknown, so for your first lesson: repsect,
After all, secretive is the way the best weapons are kept.
Unimpressed with your rep with your barely passing D-tales (details),
Any skill enflamed, mind sprained, and train of thought de-railed.
I prevail by putting pressure on your soul like a 300 lb. lineman
Have you confiding that ya lying bout ripping me, when you're yet to rip a hymen.
Mistake your open casket wish and leave you fully open cadaver
After you battle with ya feces smeared pants and permanently broken bladder.
You were supposed to hunt with skills, musta missed your ration
The leader in assists with a lipse, and still not knowing shit about passion (pashin).
As a rainbow you couldn't breeze through with flying colors,
As my inkings seize ya, like the State does to the kids of dying mothers.
Double your skill and Sir still screaming "die amateur" (diameter),
We have to look at your ceiling just to find a fan of yours.
An abandoned verse of rambling slurs is all you submit...
Glad you realized your parameters.
My stanza bursts your ego and there's no one here to help,
You know wackness is contagious right? so till Sunday, steer clear of yourself.
Fearing my wealth of words, while you're scrambling to scrounge pennies,
As I pen these sick schemes full-time and you just attempt (a temp) see.
My words constrain the flow in ya vocals like a Simoan chokehold,
You way doubt (weighed out) after I bagged this, exactly like dope's sold.
My shit is top-notch, level one, you can't get higher
If you steady chiefed on blunts while singing soprano in the choir.
As my raps dispose, fuck the unenlightened and their miscast tarots,
I have a style that's still elegant even dressed in plain clothes.
I want to thank those that sacrificed you for my feasting,
Come with your max(ima), you'd still get bent over a knee son (nissan).
To my competitor...I'm deading ya never have you tasted defeat worse,
You came in hoping to win, now you just hope to be my groupie in ya re-birth.
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Final:
Radius (22) - Sir (0)