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trap.
02-03-2013, 03:51 PM
Ebroheem
This bastards gonna burn, your brain cavities inert
i'd rather be disturbed, then be forced to put your wackness into words
since you lack the capacity to learn,you won't grasp this simplified
i'll rip your mind til its tenderized so you can't respond to outer stimuli
i'm wise with perception, and tired of your questions
so to remove me from your throat will take divine intervention
while your hopes arent that willful,i'm that culprit who killed you
and the tag "intangible" explains why nobody feels you
this herb is useless,so for that,i'll persecute him
and obscure his movement until his nerves start fusing
and he suffers dillusion,this kids' led a comical existence
and i'm chopping you to tidbits because you lack audible linguistics
you can't read or write,so i'll fold your language kid
besides,you look like your genes were spliced between cro-magnon and homosapien
your soul? no hopes of saving it,i'll make you drink 40 glasses of draino
open a gash at your naval,then sacrifice your contracting entrails to an active volcano
i'm thru with your squalid ass,none of your laws will last
the only thing you have an XS of is your body fat
and for those common raps watch me rape you savagly
and break your chastity,because i'm more cutthroat then tracheatomies
my lines rip your diction w/o an intermission
while this bitch is wishin he never tried to script a written
i'll stuff you in the thinnest void so you can hear your inner voice
and so you won't feel it when i crack your brittle joints
my enlightened views swarm to take the life of you
don't try me dude,when people say your dope they're just patronizing you
i'm here to wreck your future,since your the predestined loser
this match proves son and aloe have a sick sense of humor
cause i leave components severed,why don't you take attonement measures
man,you were thru the second this match was thrown together

respect
Ebro


Lyricalxs
Im about to fuck this Kid up, like havin sex wit baby Goats//
after battles its like West Palm Beach, got you beggin for a Re-Vote//
but it wont be close, I decapitate crews until I see throats//
now quickly place yo neck within my palm so you can be choked//
It was my intention to kill wit skill and my decision was ill//
haven't seen an mc this Well Rounded, since the invention of the Wheel//
im geographically the most feared, here to put an end to your career//
the most horrific damage that any atomic mechanic can engineer//
I wont stop til im done floggin ya troops and you're droppin ya loot//
In battles, I'll have yo ass Sweatin more than Leather joggin suits//
Make you panic and run frantic, I think that has become your habit//
You'll be the fastest thing Fallin since the Dow Jones industrial average//
Don't fuck wit this savage, give ya raps back to whomever you borrowed//
Cuz right now, your style is about as phat as Ethiopian models//
no hope for tomorrow, your loss will have you painfully remembering,//
this beating that made Rodney King think cops arent even menacing//
do you know how it feels to relapse, or witness your own collapse?//
i dont have to post a rebuttle, your verse already answered your rap//
the cancer is back, like malignant tumors replacing your spine//
holdin back longer than Bad Boy artists, taking too long to Shyne//
you in the wrong bracket at the wrong time, and i demand the respect//
ima card carrying member of The Society To Break Ya Muthafuckin Neck//
you aint seen nothin yet, like being born permanently blind at birth//
start a Holy War with your religion, throwin up gang signs in church//
keep in mind whats worse, my wrath thats makin you gasp and cough//
to me your verse is a distant memory, nothing but an afterthought//
look what disaster brought, i managed to evade your cynical plan//
Ebroheem now being the fist person ever killed by an invisible man//
but soon principles banned hurting too many emcees accidentally//
with off the cuff verses that'll keep you collecting disability//
respect the ability, and make sure you answer the media's questions,//
on how tha hell i beat you so bad, that yo shadow ran for protection//
got damn confessions, you wouldn't be hotter spittin tabasco//
the day you do, D.O.C, will hittin higher octaves than sopranos//
or grand pianos, pretty soon you'll know and realize that its done//
givin you some shit to wipe clean when im done sodomizin ya moms//

my word.......

(((Intangible)))