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trap.
02-02-2013, 06:16 PM
s.o.u.l.:

(The Franchise? Quit playin...)

It's safe to say you've made a science out of rhyming blandly,
So flat, the strictest Irish nanny thinks ya lyrics are "fine and dandy,"
I laugh at most, your raps approach, but consider me an asymptote,
Face it, you're bad at crackin' jokes,
Here's one: what do you call a punchline-emcee that's lackin' quotes?
A no-liner? A dick rider? A bomb with no timer?
I'd answer, "The Franchise," but he'd answer, "My ghostwriter,"
Go cypher, my man, if you had brought your A-game,
It'd have only one beating to realize I don't play games,
So take aim, and come at Soul if you can,
Give it your best shot and watch the gun explode in your hand,
As your soul's sold to a man you'll be forced to blow in a van,
You'll never feel like a man again, less masculine than a manequin,
Battlin'? Shit, I got ya Franchise declaring chapter ten,
Your mouth? I'm here to seal that, you need to feel that,
You been had that job with MTV, man...where's your deal at?
Soul is out to smash teams, punches woke you out ya bad dreams,
Can't tell which caused the yellow liquid flowin' out ya pants seams,
Need to be holding out your canteens,
Your lines got no punch like coke without the caffeine,
So who'll break sooner? Me or this late bloomer?
Grow some balls...how long's it gonna take, junior?
Everything you've ever written is probably bitten,
Need "proof?" You couldn't even get your own name copywritten,
Got you yellin' "Stop the dissin'!" as I expose your faculty,
You won't be able to face reality till your placed in back of me,
And my verse reigns, shots at close range, you can't imagine worse pain,
You're married but we know you go both ways like my first name,
I'll cause your heart to end it's function,
Your shit's disgustin', your talk is nothing,
I heard your proof...but the shit's based on a false assumption,
Think you're the best? We can tell your not,
I'm cold and hell is hot, the proof is in the pudding like jello shots,
Your gene pool is missing a link, you're dumber than I really would think,
Too bad you won't make it to sweet sixteen...I bet you're pretty in pink...


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theFRANCHISE:

Congratulations on advancing to Round 2 finally………..

See first and foremost for most of us there’s a first
Be cursed and your ghost or toast love plus spare ya verse
Crude but profound is theFRANCHISE rude ummm.. no clown
Thought the only guy named Ashley was the dude from O-Town
Soul’s a lewd bum so now here’s a warnin’ I sighed
Must have ran into a rosebush since you’re a thorn in my side
I was scorned when I tried to flex first on tracks
But now you need to “cut your losses” put your text verse on wax
We’re all experts of facts so I’ll be so bloody cruel
You should get yourself adopted if you’re nobody’s fool
Go study tool you can’t debate this cat’s finer
And quit being “counter-productive” like a waitress at diners
He’ll hate this fat shiner eye cut he ran for the suture
He must drive cement trucks since losin’s his “concrete plan” for the future
His hopes I said it’s dim now this loss don’t fret it slim shout
What happened to your punchlines soul, did sime edit them out
Watch me blast her hard quit prayin’ I left pastor scarred
I’m giving you credit for my success similar to Mastercard
This goofy square ran most dudes won’t tell proofie they’re plan
I always stay on top of my work like a roof repairman
And even auntie knows Ashley is full of scanty prose
Give me a “run for my money” stop being perfect pantyhose
He’s sportin’ rags and a knife never heard so many bags in his life
theFRANCHISE winning is “a parent” just like aGGz and his wife
So while I “weed” out the weak I’ll have the hemp nation smilin’
Instead of reading Ashley’s verse I’ll go watch Temptation Island
You lost a “Sweet 16” once then you were sad the fuzz drove her
Soul’s verse has such a “happy ending”, no I’m just glad when it’s over
See I’ve been doing this for years why do I bother to rip vets
When I win he’ll demand a recount like the father of triplets
You’re all a bunch of defensive apes proof is known for extensive rapes
Soul needs to “pull himself together” as if he was expensive drapes
He has nothing to show today and of course this ho’ll pay
Like a successful travel agent I want you to go away

And on to the next round theFRANCHISE goes…….. all off a 15 minute keystyle…

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Final:
s.o.u.l. (15) - theFRANCHISE (1)