trap.
02-02-2013, 06:24 PM
Storm-G:
Before I begin to attack and then boot ya
U get so nervous the butterflies in ya stomach go back to the pupa
close your trap with some sutures.. Cuz at mouthing ur best
Ur having no future.. in facing someone from the south or mid-west
Winning this bout with my text, the real and fake can tell
If your lip is having a bad time my fist can make it swell
Ur only raping well, animals.. No doubt that you’re raunchy
Go ahead and stand behind it.. Get a kick out of my donkey
Don’t need to listen or watch me, either way im winning today
beating u out of the blue to get out of the blue and into the gray (brackets)
.. It’s the month of the Irish , a perfect time as a matter of fact
for you to get anal from a leprechaun, your first pat on the back
Good job!.. But still this fucking nerd couldn’t see me
I give back to my opponents, after I win this I’ll burn you the cd
Murder is easy for this damage officer … piling this faggot
Call me a fabric softener how I make your style ex-static
Child it’s magic how people like you invade my scrotum
Ur never in the spotlight, only limelight is on ur cable modem
Brains I fold em.. You’re entire dome I’m changing that
I leave this battle with only Knicks and cuts like NY training camp
Captain planet’s insane with raps , he’s wrecking ya ass
Remember the facts…… recycling is always better than trash
My text is a bash and it’s hungry, I can’t fight it’s appetite
I was gonna cop your shit but I forgot how to recite Miranda rights
That’s just an excuse man.. But now fuck an excuse
You suck it’s the truth, now learn to put up with abuse
Ur paying up all your dues.. There’s no way to stop me
I put cheapskates on thin ice like bums playing hockey
Rip with schemes.. Ur career is a limousine, it’s hopeless shit
It’s Not driven because you have nothing to chauffer it
No accomplishments besides some famous defeats
To Adonis, Saga, and now me.. The lamest of feats
Maimed and get beat.. Overwhelmed with pain in this bout
Fighting tooth and nail with the hammer aimed at ya mouth
.. Ya rhyme scheme is shitty, and plus it’s source is soft
Ur flow is like ya grandmas undergarments, of corsets off
I was sucking her tits.. They sagged down to her knees
She too gets down to her knees and is bounded to please
Off of that subject.. Grandma jokes cause the littlest harm
Onto your life.. Everyday is a hay day when u live on the farm
You spit in the barn but ur not the bitch to see flowing
It’s ironic that ur occupation is failing when the industry’s growing
You gotta be bad… this shit is what I got in the bag
My win is apparent.. You can even call it mommy or dad
This is a hair raising experience, .. something new to this vet
Since syph’s an actionless hermit who hasn’t hit puberty yet
Bruising ur rep.. Now your ego is starting to burst
The aftermath is the laughs that come from the “add up” part of ur verse
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Sypher:
Ya verses are worthless, I ain’t impressed cat
You’re Diet Sypher, same style just less phat
Chillin on the West Coast, expect to be losing
You see L, eh? Forecasts say Storms a-brewin (Bruin)
Lame duck gets his game fucked, I’ve been the best
You can only look up to me, all ya dictionaries end in S
Fathered ya style, who thinks this tyke’ll win?
Half his verse is garbage, other halfs from the recycle bin
Always on my jock, figured I’d whip out my dick for show
And I knew you were a virgin…
…but I didn’t think you’d be this quick to blow!!?!
Choke this bastard with, his own tie, Storm’s wack as shit
Sime needs a before photo, with the crutches its obviously an after pic
Clap this bitch, ya puttin ya balls on the line like an abacus
By writin a verse ya only hurting yourself like a masochist
Punches are not flying, best ya can do is lose on the spot, crying
Can’t win, and since you’re a boy scout you know ya k-not tying
This talking bitch, will get jacked, throwin bawling fits
Nicknames for your career? Why don’t you call it ‘quits’
Rhyme and shit? Need to give it up, less pluses than minuses
No matter how much ya CHANGE ya style, never be a quarterfinalist
Get an ass kickin, can’t compete with my vast wisdom
Everyone below me gets broken bones, it’s a caste system
Don’t mess w/ me, got the crowd chantin against ya, wreck ya steez
They aint sayin fuck you, they’re spelling what ya are, ‘F-a-G’ (fag)
Verses spawn riots, just sit and weep there, calm..quiet
I land so many punches that ya think I write w/ a palm pilot
Now…
Seed by seed you won, I’ll take ya through the path
Does your skill add up? well, let’s do the math
As a 3 you took out 14, that gives you 11, negative
Ya 1 last round against a no seed…
….we’ll give you that instead of it
There’s –10 now, watch how the rest happen
Take the 2 seed I gave your mom & throw that in
Negative eight is the count, make the inference
Could beat ya 2 times 4 ya troubles since its the difference (8)
But why multiply? I’ll give ya the number straight out
So you get ate (8) by Syph, a deal, you made out
We’ve added up ya worth, sure it came out as something?
But it’s just like I always said, you amount to nothing
S / I
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Final:
Storm-G (12) - Sypher (9)
Before I begin to attack and then boot ya
U get so nervous the butterflies in ya stomach go back to the pupa
close your trap with some sutures.. Cuz at mouthing ur best
Ur having no future.. in facing someone from the south or mid-west
Winning this bout with my text, the real and fake can tell
If your lip is having a bad time my fist can make it swell
Ur only raping well, animals.. No doubt that you’re raunchy
Go ahead and stand behind it.. Get a kick out of my donkey
Don’t need to listen or watch me, either way im winning today
beating u out of the blue to get out of the blue and into the gray (brackets)
.. It’s the month of the Irish , a perfect time as a matter of fact
for you to get anal from a leprechaun, your first pat on the back
Good job!.. But still this fucking nerd couldn’t see me
I give back to my opponents, after I win this I’ll burn you the cd
Murder is easy for this damage officer … piling this faggot
Call me a fabric softener how I make your style ex-static
Child it’s magic how people like you invade my scrotum
Ur never in the spotlight, only limelight is on ur cable modem
Brains I fold em.. You’re entire dome I’m changing that
I leave this battle with only Knicks and cuts like NY training camp
Captain planet’s insane with raps , he’s wrecking ya ass
Remember the facts…… recycling is always better than trash
My text is a bash and it’s hungry, I can’t fight it’s appetite
I was gonna cop your shit but I forgot how to recite Miranda rights
That’s just an excuse man.. But now fuck an excuse
You suck it’s the truth, now learn to put up with abuse
Ur paying up all your dues.. There’s no way to stop me
I put cheapskates on thin ice like bums playing hockey
Rip with schemes.. Ur career is a limousine, it’s hopeless shit
It’s Not driven because you have nothing to chauffer it
No accomplishments besides some famous defeats
To Adonis, Saga, and now me.. The lamest of feats
Maimed and get beat.. Overwhelmed with pain in this bout
Fighting tooth and nail with the hammer aimed at ya mouth
.. Ya rhyme scheme is shitty, and plus it’s source is soft
Ur flow is like ya grandmas undergarments, of corsets off
I was sucking her tits.. They sagged down to her knees
She too gets down to her knees and is bounded to please
Off of that subject.. Grandma jokes cause the littlest harm
Onto your life.. Everyday is a hay day when u live on the farm
You spit in the barn but ur not the bitch to see flowing
It’s ironic that ur occupation is failing when the industry’s growing
You gotta be bad… this shit is what I got in the bag
My win is apparent.. You can even call it mommy or dad
This is a hair raising experience, .. something new to this vet
Since syph’s an actionless hermit who hasn’t hit puberty yet
Bruising ur rep.. Now your ego is starting to burst
The aftermath is the laughs that come from the “add up” part of ur verse
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Sypher:
Ya verses are worthless, I ain’t impressed cat
You’re Diet Sypher, same style just less phat
Chillin on the West Coast, expect to be losing
You see L, eh? Forecasts say Storms a-brewin (Bruin)
Lame duck gets his game fucked, I’ve been the best
You can only look up to me, all ya dictionaries end in S
Fathered ya style, who thinks this tyke’ll win?
Half his verse is garbage, other halfs from the recycle bin
Always on my jock, figured I’d whip out my dick for show
And I knew you were a virgin…
…but I didn’t think you’d be this quick to blow!!?!
Choke this bastard with, his own tie, Storm’s wack as shit
Sime needs a before photo, with the crutches its obviously an after pic
Clap this bitch, ya puttin ya balls on the line like an abacus
By writin a verse ya only hurting yourself like a masochist
Punches are not flying, best ya can do is lose on the spot, crying
Can’t win, and since you’re a boy scout you know ya k-not tying
This talking bitch, will get jacked, throwin bawling fits
Nicknames for your career? Why don’t you call it ‘quits’
Rhyme and shit? Need to give it up, less pluses than minuses
No matter how much ya CHANGE ya style, never be a quarterfinalist
Get an ass kickin, can’t compete with my vast wisdom
Everyone below me gets broken bones, it’s a caste system
Don’t mess w/ me, got the crowd chantin against ya, wreck ya steez
They aint sayin fuck you, they’re spelling what ya are, ‘F-a-G’ (fag)
Verses spawn riots, just sit and weep there, calm..quiet
I land so many punches that ya think I write w/ a palm pilot
Now…
Seed by seed you won, I’ll take ya through the path
Does your skill add up? well, let’s do the math
As a 3 you took out 14, that gives you 11, negative
Ya 1 last round against a no seed…
….we’ll give you that instead of it
There’s –10 now, watch how the rest happen
Take the 2 seed I gave your mom & throw that in
Negative eight is the count, make the inference
Could beat ya 2 times 4 ya troubles since its the difference (8)
But why multiply? I’ll give ya the number straight out
So you get ate (8) by Syph, a deal, you made out
We’ve added up ya worth, sure it came out as something?
But it’s just like I always said, you amount to nothing
S / I
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Final:
Storm-G (12) - Sypher (9)