trap.
02-02-2013, 06:05 PM
Equation:
i’m intent to set the tempo, a corpse is how you know i left tempest/
cuz he drops dead from my wording before i finished the death sentence/
your torso flew back from my spittin, leavin you with a black and blue back/
caught you shittin bricks, wiped the floor with ya, used this cat as a doo rag/
not the type that you’re wearin, the type that peeps ain’t sharin/
Temp don’t free in cyphers, he’s out the circle like the cat in “Meet the Parents”/
read every inscription of each prediction, beating me’s still one in a million/
cuz i kill cats even when i don’t mean to....call me jayson williams/
tempest is the target of slappin, i know the main point of attack in his rappin/
i can already see his punches, i’ve seen every math joke that you can imagine/
i’m never choking while i got you gagging, Tempest will feel the strangling/
always in control, his girl is the only thing that you know i’m miss-handling/
my number two pencil's like a golden shower, watch how i test this cat/
it's like i made cuts with the cosby kids.....Tempest bled-so bad/
you’re a dud and i’m dope, you’re skills are defenitly nothing to boast/
i’d say don’t make an ass of yourself but you’re the butt of my jokes/
you think you’re touching my flows? well, i guess you like to hope/
i heard micro-organisms couldn’t even see your dick even with a microscope/
When temper’s flare, you know most probably that Tempest’s scared/
especially when i slice off his flesh and leave his bone and tendon’s bare/
i’m not vexed, kid, you ain’t impressin when i leave you bent quick/
don’t you think it’ll look funny when you’re only votes’ from Urban Authentics/
so be attentive, i build skyscrapers with every one of your mental blocks/
Cats say that Equation’s cold especially when the Temp gets dropped/
i was born a sicko, i burn, baby, burn without a lighter or zippo/
Temp has so many balls in his mouth, he surpasses the hungry, hungry hippos/
i’ll leave this fool played, i got more jams then NYC thruways/
your whole site’s wack, i guess that’s why nobody’s feeling you, eh? (UA)/
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Tempest:
Ain't no luck good in the bout, organs, I'm pushin' 'em out...
'cause ya grill ain't brace'd for the metal I put in ya mouth
Tearin’ and maulin’, Equation, I’m preparin’ to solve him
And’ll put this faggot in ER, to take care of the problem
Drag queen catholic, I doubt that your force'll hit me...
'cause after ya autopsy, they'll say your Corpse is Christi
Tempest’ll rob vets of seconds, and’ll bomb flesh…
Plus, the only neck-lace u ever rock’d was on ya prom dress
Vicious plots, Hot as fuck, arm’d w/ clips and glocks
Aim’d for the face and brain , and the shit’ll hit the spot
Slice ya gut to ya jaw, cut ya cord, while stuck to the wall
And E’s back to fetal position, getting’ crush’d in a ball
Killer w/ heat, and Equation thinks that filler competes
Giving out tongue lashings if u a figure of speech
This bitch? Defenseless, won’t take the win from Tempest
‘cause Knives are free-lance, and death is independent
This dude’s compell’d to smash demos, and ruin health
‘cause your discs are like batteries, ‘cause fuel cell
Snot box buster, take it to faggots and cock suckers..
'cause this bitch is all gas'd up to bomb like crop dusters
No manpower to win, so listen for the thunderclap
After I smash ya skull w/ a Cane, and leave u under-staff’d
Kill in single quantities, see what I’m takin’ you with…
Stranglin' you w/ the fuckin’ security blankets unit
Ain’t got no friends, and’ve just gotten scrap’d and evade’d
Plus everyone ignores u…no one wants to Answer Equation
.::Stein.::.
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Final:
Equation (17) - Tempest (9)
i’m intent to set the tempo, a corpse is how you know i left tempest/
cuz he drops dead from my wording before i finished the death sentence/
your torso flew back from my spittin, leavin you with a black and blue back/
caught you shittin bricks, wiped the floor with ya, used this cat as a doo rag/
not the type that you’re wearin, the type that peeps ain’t sharin/
Temp don’t free in cyphers, he’s out the circle like the cat in “Meet the Parents”/
read every inscription of each prediction, beating me’s still one in a million/
cuz i kill cats even when i don’t mean to....call me jayson williams/
tempest is the target of slappin, i know the main point of attack in his rappin/
i can already see his punches, i’ve seen every math joke that you can imagine/
i’m never choking while i got you gagging, Tempest will feel the strangling/
always in control, his girl is the only thing that you know i’m miss-handling/
my number two pencil's like a golden shower, watch how i test this cat/
it's like i made cuts with the cosby kids.....Tempest bled-so bad/
you’re a dud and i’m dope, you’re skills are defenitly nothing to boast/
i’d say don’t make an ass of yourself but you’re the butt of my jokes/
you think you’re touching my flows? well, i guess you like to hope/
i heard micro-organisms couldn’t even see your dick even with a microscope/
When temper’s flare, you know most probably that Tempest’s scared/
especially when i slice off his flesh and leave his bone and tendon’s bare/
i’m not vexed, kid, you ain’t impressin when i leave you bent quick/
don’t you think it’ll look funny when you’re only votes’ from Urban Authentics/
so be attentive, i build skyscrapers with every one of your mental blocks/
Cats say that Equation’s cold especially when the Temp gets dropped/
i was born a sicko, i burn, baby, burn without a lighter or zippo/
Temp has so many balls in his mouth, he surpasses the hungry, hungry hippos/
i’ll leave this fool played, i got more jams then NYC thruways/
your whole site’s wack, i guess that’s why nobody’s feeling you, eh? (UA)/
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Tempest:
Ain't no luck good in the bout, organs, I'm pushin' 'em out...
'cause ya grill ain't brace'd for the metal I put in ya mouth
Tearin’ and maulin’, Equation, I’m preparin’ to solve him
And’ll put this faggot in ER, to take care of the problem
Drag queen catholic, I doubt that your force'll hit me...
'cause after ya autopsy, they'll say your Corpse is Christi
Tempest’ll rob vets of seconds, and’ll bomb flesh…
Plus, the only neck-lace u ever rock’d was on ya prom dress
Vicious plots, Hot as fuck, arm’d w/ clips and glocks
Aim’d for the face and brain , and the shit’ll hit the spot
Slice ya gut to ya jaw, cut ya cord, while stuck to the wall
And E’s back to fetal position, getting’ crush’d in a ball
Killer w/ heat, and Equation thinks that filler competes
Giving out tongue lashings if u a figure of speech
This bitch? Defenseless, won’t take the win from Tempest
‘cause Knives are free-lance, and death is independent
This dude’s compell’d to smash demos, and ruin health
‘cause your discs are like batteries, ‘cause fuel cell
Snot box buster, take it to faggots and cock suckers..
'cause this bitch is all gas'd up to bomb like crop dusters
No manpower to win, so listen for the thunderclap
After I smash ya skull w/ a Cane, and leave u under-staff’d
Kill in single quantities, see what I’m takin’ you with…
Stranglin' you w/ the fuckin’ security blankets unit
Ain’t got no friends, and’ve just gotten scrap’d and evade’d
Plus everyone ignores u…no one wants to Answer Equation
.::Stein.::.
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Final:
Equation (17) - Tempest (9)