trap.
02-03-2013, 03:44 PM
Ebbenflow
Wanna see this? ...watch me easily exceed ya` thesis
Streamlined with heated fusion.. You losin?.. please believe it
I Shred ya` with numbin force, your style?. it's run it's course
I'll rip your weak foundation, & leave it wasted, from it's source
Honest kid, why even bother? this shit's a quick loss
Your the Challenger?.. too bad,.. you exploded at liftoff
Battle tested.. EbbenFlow leaves you rattled/breathless
Splattering your faulty armor in a matter of nanoseconds
Handle estimates of your victory, ..it's TOTALLY non-apparent..
Got you so scared to step it's like I bombed your terrace
Stall ya' errors..Your soft it shows..why even flaunt ya prose?
Honest though.. Compared to me, your flow's non-audible
Aint noone hearin you, I grab my verse and pierce it through,
Your weak flesh... this reflex, is unmatched so fear it, dude!
Queers get used like past times,..your wack lines? I baptise
This battle 4 you is like your head, the shit gets capsized..
So Give me a minute more, you'll get dizzied like spinnin floor's
Stickin whores, with sharp force, equal to Minotaurs...
My vicious chords are classic thunder, it's a fact your under
Hittin with sharp and accurate jabs.... you can call it "accupuncture"
Mask your wonder but don't frown,.. I mold sound, in throwdowns
Just accept the loss, cuz lookin for me is like my style.. Profound
(Pro-Found)
ebben
ELITE
teErap
(to be sung like phife)
flow knows this + flow knows that,
but flow dunno ebben, cuz flow just laughs,
(switch)
@ his multisyllabic rhyming, its overrated,
i think hes sexin' mark furman and david duke since hes fuckin' hated,
your " visionZ " blurry + your writtens are far from perfection,
cock-sucka ... i come off the head like gettin' dome from ebben,
the only stage you've mastered is fright, you truly bore me,
when i got kids heads bobbin just like micheal jackson orgies,
wouldn't battle iLLa on the phone, hes'cared to pick up the reciver,
teErap skills are off the rocker, like mugging atlanta reliverS,
still standing ? ... s'ok, i got rhymes galore 2 rock still,
this jackass is in more deep shit then johnny knoxville,
tryed to find your punchlines, just had to let you borrow mine,
and still this battles lopsided like your receding hairline,
call me the fish that escaped cuz i'm off the fucking hook,
the only novel you read is the cookbook on how to be shook,
catch a heptane blast of chlorophoric alien plasma,
took away your breath with rhymes in time, you got asthma?,
for ebben the illiterate, i spit thoughts for you 'til infinite,
consider this, i'll bash you in the Future, Present or Preterite,
you never get what you want by straight bitchin,
think it's too hot? then KEEP that ass up in the kitchen,
leaving you burnt with scalding battle verbs, so do what you wanna,
you can't hide the fact i got you sweating like a human sauna,
if my thoughts were a pyromaniac, they'd be posting bomb-threats,
i yield effects of traumatic amnesia on ebbeN like vietnam vets,
so are there any last words before november twenty-third ?,
i know your giving-thanks that teErap didn't serve you worse nerd ...
the art of skipping stoneS.
Wanna see this? ...watch me easily exceed ya` thesis
Streamlined with heated fusion.. You losin?.. please believe it
I Shred ya` with numbin force, your style?. it's run it's course
I'll rip your weak foundation, & leave it wasted, from it's source
Honest kid, why even bother? this shit's a quick loss
Your the Challenger?.. too bad,.. you exploded at liftoff
Battle tested.. EbbenFlow leaves you rattled/breathless
Splattering your faulty armor in a matter of nanoseconds
Handle estimates of your victory, ..it's TOTALLY non-apparent..
Got you so scared to step it's like I bombed your terrace
Stall ya' errors..Your soft it shows..why even flaunt ya prose?
Honest though.. Compared to me, your flow's non-audible
Aint noone hearin you, I grab my verse and pierce it through,
Your weak flesh... this reflex, is unmatched so fear it, dude!
Queers get used like past times,..your wack lines? I baptise
This battle 4 you is like your head, the shit gets capsized..
So Give me a minute more, you'll get dizzied like spinnin floor's
Stickin whores, with sharp force, equal to Minotaurs...
My vicious chords are classic thunder, it's a fact your under
Hittin with sharp and accurate jabs.... you can call it "accupuncture"
Mask your wonder but don't frown,.. I mold sound, in throwdowns
Just accept the loss, cuz lookin for me is like my style.. Profound
(Pro-Found)
ebben
ELITE
teErap
(to be sung like phife)
flow knows this + flow knows that,
but flow dunno ebben, cuz flow just laughs,
(switch)
@ his multisyllabic rhyming, its overrated,
i think hes sexin' mark furman and david duke since hes fuckin' hated,
your " visionZ " blurry + your writtens are far from perfection,
cock-sucka ... i come off the head like gettin' dome from ebben,
the only stage you've mastered is fright, you truly bore me,
when i got kids heads bobbin just like micheal jackson orgies,
wouldn't battle iLLa on the phone, hes'cared to pick up the reciver,
teErap skills are off the rocker, like mugging atlanta reliverS,
still standing ? ... s'ok, i got rhymes galore 2 rock still,
this jackass is in more deep shit then johnny knoxville,
tryed to find your punchlines, just had to let you borrow mine,
and still this battles lopsided like your receding hairline,
call me the fish that escaped cuz i'm off the fucking hook,
the only novel you read is the cookbook on how to be shook,
catch a heptane blast of chlorophoric alien plasma,
took away your breath with rhymes in time, you got asthma?,
for ebben the illiterate, i spit thoughts for you 'til infinite,
consider this, i'll bash you in the Future, Present or Preterite,
you never get what you want by straight bitchin,
think it's too hot? then KEEP that ass up in the kitchen,
leaving you burnt with scalding battle verbs, so do what you wanna,
you can't hide the fact i got you sweating like a human sauna,
if my thoughts were a pyromaniac, they'd be posting bomb-threats,
i yield effects of traumatic amnesia on ebbeN like vietnam vets,
so are there any last words before november twenty-third ?,
i know your giving-thanks that teErap didn't serve you worse nerd ...
the art of skipping stoneS.