trap.
02-02-2013, 06:33 PM
s.o.u.l.:
This oughta shut you up...
To win this, you'll need more than wack pic disses,
Watch me smack this bitch dickless,
The palm of my hand will numb each of your six senses,
Sixty-two emcees will clap and applaud as I out-rap this retard,
Only stitches you got me in came from laughin' too hard,
Keep it simple, stupid, we can't tell what you're trying to say,
You don't know the time -
Even a broken watch is right twice a day,
Don't get me started on this retarded Josh Hartnett,
You're hot garbage,
This battle'll do to ya rep what 9-11 did to the stock market,
You should never open the door 'fore you know what's in store,
I'll body slam your skinny ass and leave a hole in the floor,
You ain't winnin' no award, what the fuck you posin' for?
Oh - you musta learned sign language since I cut your vocal chords,
Come off it "Axl," we know your moniker's fiction,
I'll turn your defcon-op to a reconaissance mission,
Piss in your face, here's a trickle to wet your lips in,
On your knees you can suck, beg, or pray -
It's what Axl likes to call his "triple threat position,"
Really though - don't run up to me lookin' like your amped,
Cuz they won't be talkin' bout the win when they say
"You took it like a champ!"
I'm exposing your tournament ploy, here to search and destroy,
I'll beat you like your dad - ain't I learnin' ya, boy??
I play cassettes of Axl's Prose as aids for stress,
Your donkey shit verses make laugh till I make a mess,
Plus it's cute you submitted your audition pic for Jason X,
Red hat? brown parka? "Axl??" - you fuckin' out of work mechanic,
I'm damn sick of what you do with a microphone go fix a Firestone,
He's not so good with words, but works wonders if a tire's blown,
Here's why it won't take much effort or time to get me this:
Not even a SECOND alias can hide your bitchiness,
And cover your shitty rhymin', no tellin' what other shit he's hidin',
We can't make 'heads or tails' of your style like a couple sixty-ninin',
Beatin' you is easier than gettin' your mom in a brothel,
All I did was promise the wench all the schlongs she could swallow,
The result: this thugged out excuse for John Leguizamo,
Skills are something your bars are missin',
I'd say some hard revision would be a smart decision,
Your shows are so fuckin' wack,
Your own label would beat dat ass for trying to charge admission,
Enough words, crawl your punk ass back to the suburbs,
You had a tough road to finals -
Take a seat on this icicle I've pointed upwards...
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Axl Prose:
Soulstice takin` E2 only showed he`s good for pawn play
It`s time to earn ya name, for you it`s gonna be a long day
The sun can shine on a dog`s ass but your picture depicts...
That ya feminine and in my shadow, 'bitch ya shit is eclipsed'
My glistenin` scripts glare and are known to shock sight
Take a look at your pic, I`ve already stole ya spotlight
This ain`t Comin` to America, so I ain`t lettin` Soul Glo
You`re so wack they make ya pay admission to ya own show
If maskin` your face to avoid disses was your intent...
Then why the fuck you wear shades to an indoor event?
Erasin` the lies, I`m Defc0n and I`m takin` the prize
I used an alias but at least I don`t go on stage in disguise
Today`s ya demise, for ya next life, who knows who ya slated to be
The only way you`d be dope, is if you were reincarnated as me
You`re cremated debris, Your physical? I made dust of that
ASH-ley sold his Soul to the Devil, Satan asked for his money back
Refundin` stacks, ya worthless, even Lucifer knows your fake
Nobody wants you, so you better pray the Lord your Soul to take
Yo I`ll skate off with the win, I command your respect
This battle`s fantasy hockey and you just got hit with a reality check
A humanthunderbolt? That symbolizes me defeatin` you fast
We`ll see you crash into my lightnin` cause you`re beat in a flash
Stop tryin` to gain ground on me cause the region is vast
You tried to get ya show on the road, but you`re on E with the gas
Plus you ran into a dead end, became increasingly dazed
And while you stop at labyrinths I never cease to a maze
I`ll drown you in the Great Lakes, I ain`t scared or fearin` ya
But I find it Eerie, how when we're compared I`m Superior
Too much of a good thing is bad, my win is sorta complicatin`
I run the boards at MM, so you`ll take your loss in MODeration
Under observation, science will show you ain`t nice or dope
But I won`t let you Slide, I`ll just flatten you under the microscope
I ain`t a psychic yo, but my mental force is indelible
I tried to read your mind, but your wack thoughts are illegible
A rapper named Ashley?, I don`t think ya fuckin` harmin` me
And with S.o.u.l as your alias?, Bitch go try your luck at R & B
It`s hard to see me losin` like ya face in that doctored pic
The world might revolve around you but I`m sittin` on top of it
Fuck denyin` my dopeness, even you ain`t equipped to hate this
You have pride and prejudice...I`m an egotistical racist
Souls of Mischief get disciplined, you`re in for a whippin` g
I been rappin` since 93 and I`ll be better than you Till Infinity
Bitch I`m the CIA, more organized on the written subject
How you gonna wear an FBI shirt when all your skills are suspect?
Eyes are the window to the Soul and I ain`t concerned with the view
My skills drape over yours, so this is curtains for you...
All Soul really means is that you`re devoid of a presence
So I`ll crush your body and mind after destroyin` your essence
I`m MM`s Cinderella, in fables I`m poor at pretendin`
So you can have the moral victory, I`ll take the storybook endin`...
don`t hate, (unless its on soul)
This oughta shut you up...
To win this, you'll need more than wack pic disses,
Watch me smack this bitch dickless,
The palm of my hand will numb each of your six senses,
Sixty-two emcees will clap and applaud as I out-rap this retard,
Only stitches you got me in came from laughin' too hard,
Keep it simple, stupid, we can't tell what you're trying to say,
You don't know the time -
Even a broken watch is right twice a day,
Don't get me started on this retarded Josh Hartnett,
You're hot garbage,
This battle'll do to ya rep what 9-11 did to the stock market,
You should never open the door 'fore you know what's in store,
I'll body slam your skinny ass and leave a hole in the floor,
You ain't winnin' no award, what the fuck you posin' for?
Oh - you musta learned sign language since I cut your vocal chords,
Come off it "Axl," we know your moniker's fiction,
I'll turn your defcon-op to a reconaissance mission,
Piss in your face, here's a trickle to wet your lips in,
On your knees you can suck, beg, or pray -
It's what Axl likes to call his "triple threat position,"
Really though - don't run up to me lookin' like your amped,
Cuz they won't be talkin' bout the win when they say
"You took it like a champ!"
I'm exposing your tournament ploy, here to search and destroy,
I'll beat you like your dad - ain't I learnin' ya, boy??
I play cassettes of Axl's Prose as aids for stress,
Your donkey shit verses make laugh till I make a mess,
Plus it's cute you submitted your audition pic for Jason X,
Red hat? brown parka? "Axl??" - you fuckin' out of work mechanic,
I'm damn sick of what you do with a microphone go fix a Firestone,
He's not so good with words, but works wonders if a tire's blown,
Here's why it won't take much effort or time to get me this:
Not even a SECOND alias can hide your bitchiness,
And cover your shitty rhymin', no tellin' what other shit he's hidin',
We can't make 'heads or tails' of your style like a couple sixty-ninin',
Beatin' you is easier than gettin' your mom in a brothel,
All I did was promise the wench all the schlongs she could swallow,
The result: this thugged out excuse for John Leguizamo,
Skills are something your bars are missin',
I'd say some hard revision would be a smart decision,
Your shows are so fuckin' wack,
Your own label would beat dat ass for trying to charge admission,
Enough words, crawl your punk ass back to the suburbs,
You had a tough road to finals -
Take a seat on this icicle I've pointed upwards...
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Axl Prose:
Soulstice takin` E2 only showed he`s good for pawn play
It`s time to earn ya name, for you it`s gonna be a long day
The sun can shine on a dog`s ass but your picture depicts...
That ya feminine and in my shadow, 'bitch ya shit is eclipsed'
My glistenin` scripts glare and are known to shock sight
Take a look at your pic, I`ve already stole ya spotlight
This ain`t Comin` to America, so I ain`t lettin` Soul Glo
You`re so wack they make ya pay admission to ya own show
If maskin` your face to avoid disses was your intent...
Then why the fuck you wear shades to an indoor event?
Erasin` the lies, I`m Defc0n and I`m takin` the prize
I used an alias but at least I don`t go on stage in disguise
Today`s ya demise, for ya next life, who knows who ya slated to be
The only way you`d be dope, is if you were reincarnated as me
You`re cremated debris, Your physical? I made dust of that
ASH-ley sold his Soul to the Devil, Satan asked for his money back
Refundin` stacks, ya worthless, even Lucifer knows your fake
Nobody wants you, so you better pray the Lord your Soul to take
Yo I`ll skate off with the win, I command your respect
This battle`s fantasy hockey and you just got hit with a reality check
A humanthunderbolt? That symbolizes me defeatin` you fast
We`ll see you crash into my lightnin` cause you`re beat in a flash
Stop tryin` to gain ground on me cause the region is vast
You tried to get ya show on the road, but you`re on E with the gas
Plus you ran into a dead end, became increasingly dazed
And while you stop at labyrinths I never cease to a maze
I`ll drown you in the Great Lakes, I ain`t scared or fearin` ya
But I find it Eerie, how when we're compared I`m Superior
Too much of a good thing is bad, my win is sorta complicatin`
I run the boards at MM, so you`ll take your loss in MODeration
Under observation, science will show you ain`t nice or dope
But I won`t let you Slide, I`ll just flatten you under the microscope
I ain`t a psychic yo, but my mental force is indelible
I tried to read your mind, but your wack thoughts are illegible
A rapper named Ashley?, I don`t think ya fuckin` harmin` me
And with S.o.u.l as your alias?, Bitch go try your luck at R & B
It`s hard to see me losin` like ya face in that doctored pic
The world might revolve around you but I`m sittin` on top of it
Fuck denyin` my dopeness, even you ain`t equipped to hate this
You have pride and prejudice...I`m an egotistical racist
Souls of Mischief get disciplined, you`re in for a whippin` g
I been rappin` since 93 and I`ll be better than you Till Infinity
Bitch I`m the CIA, more organized on the written subject
How you gonna wear an FBI shirt when all your skills are suspect?
Eyes are the window to the Soul and I ain`t concerned with the view
My skills drape over yours, so this is curtains for you...
All Soul really means is that you`re devoid of a presence
So I`ll crush your body and mind after destroyin` your essence
I`m MM`s Cinderella, in fables I`m poor at pretendin`
So you can have the moral victory, I`ll take the storybook endin`...
don`t hate, (unless its on soul)