zygote
10-25-2013, 08:45 AM
My skillset is sharper. The spiritual father to millions of authors and literary scholars.
On a mission to conquer until your final will is dishonored.
What I’ve written is dogma, it transcends simple limitations of genre.
I’ll kill your supporters. The way I efficiently cut through your roster you’d think I was officially sponsored by big-industry loggers.
Simply, I’m smarter. My position is stronger than vehicular armor,
It marks a significant departure from these other submissions of fodder.
My word is vivid and implicitly chartered, it’s like a mixture of the Magna Carta and Scandinavian saga.
You sit there and ponder in conditions of squalor awaiting the final bliss of nirvana.
Witness the horror, I make you describe the event like a personal injury lawyer.
You’re the type of person to pass someone in the street and tip your Fedora.
Just don’t even bother. There is no chance for you to defeat me when focused.
I grow tired of all those recently quoted, would need to clone myself to find a decent opponent.
Your appearance was noted and then dismissed perfectly, you can’t tire of these recurring themes,
Each line constructed urgently with a fervent speed - the surplus exceeds 10 to the power of 303,
I’m disturbing the peace, you disperse from the scene,
Rhyme is mine - I own the majority, the deed and the purchase receipt.
In other terms, if you search for the beef I’ll serve you extra-sized portions,
Your style is best described often as the early onset of boredom,
You should exercise caution because I pressurize organs.
I only insult opponents with a sense of decorum, and set alight forums with impressive rhymes that exemplify ‘Awesome.’
Step aside you’re done, because my train of thought could turn your brains to naught,
Compared to me you’re like a grain of salt.
I remain appalled at your basic faults, and shouldn’t have to explain it all.
But let’s explain how I’ll break your skull with bare hands driving nails through your cranial wall.
I’ll fillet your corpse in ways that could confuse and impress a professional sushi chef,
I’m truly a threat. While your self-opinion suffers from the Dunning-Kruger effect.
You only present the illusion of depth like a parallax or parallel lines,
Each paragraph of battle rap has a patent design,
The most vigorous word deliverist with a handful of rhymes for any language and time.
On a mission to conquer until your final will is dishonored.
What I’ve written is dogma, it transcends simple limitations of genre.
I’ll kill your supporters. The way I efficiently cut through your roster you’d think I was officially sponsored by big-industry loggers.
Simply, I’m smarter. My position is stronger than vehicular armor,
It marks a significant departure from these other submissions of fodder.
My word is vivid and implicitly chartered, it’s like a mixture of the Magna Carta and Scandinavian saga.
You sit there and ponder in conditions of squalor awaiting the final bliss of nirvana.
Witness the horror, I make you describe the event like a personal injury lawyer.
You’re the type of person to pass someone in the street and tip your Fedora.
Just don’t even bother. There is no chance for you to defeat me when focused.
I grow tired of all those recently quoted, would need to clone myself to find a decent opponent.
Your appearance was noted and then dismissed perfectly, you can’t tire of these recurring themes,
Each line constructed urgently with a fervent speed - the surplus exceeds 10 to the power of 303,
I’m disturbing the peace, you disperse from the scene,
Rhyme is mine - I own the majority, the deed and the purchase receipt.
In other terms, if you search for the beef I’ll serve you extra-sized portions,
Your style is best described often as the early onset of boredom,
You should exercise caution because I pressurize organs.
I only insult opponents with a sense of decorum, and set alight forums with impressive rhymes that exemplify ‘Awesome.’
Step aside you’re done, because my train of thought could turn your brains to naught,
Compared to me you’re like a grain of salt.
I remain appalled at your basic faults, and shouldn’t have to explain it all.
But let’s explain how I’ll break your skull with bare hands driving nails through your cranial wall.
I’ll fillet your corpse in ways that could confuse and impress a professional sushi chef,
I’m truly a threat. While your self-opinion suffers from the Dunning-Kruger effect.
You only present the illusion of depth like a parallax or parallel lines,
Each paragraph of battle rap has a patent design,
The most vigorous word deliverist with a handful of rhymes for any language and time.