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02-03-2013, 03:54 PM
Ebbenflow
Concept? Who are you? Don't remind me.. Not a word...
I'm ebbenflow you know...the guy assigned to slaughter yer's
Droppin verbs with a smirk,..so surely your nervous
It's too early in the tournament, to be learning your verses!
First preserve a "Dope Flow" than have it inspected
After that, ..i'll collect it, ... laugh, then digest` it
I'm Hazardous with the stee,... Me grantin you sympathy?
I'm graphic with imagery,.. Leavin you saran wrapped in symmetry
Exceedin your misery with cards in my dealin hand
And Your raps? REALLY bland, about as sharp as ceiling fan's
Feelin blue? ..it must be that chlorine leakin through`
In lotsa liters too, ....all that liquid i'm spoonfeedin` you
Burn heater`s through your bandwidth, .. releasin the damage
Get me a coke bitch,.. I wrote this eatin a sandwich
Revealin your blandness, now check the hot fluid
Leave you shocked, toothless, shitted on like raw sewage
Want proof kid? peep your face,.. it's fecal laced
Blemishin` your complexion with verbal needle scrapes
Need a break? how about your weak flow against mine
Hurtin me would take an eternity,....so fuck a next time
Conduct ya' next rhyme, I'm sure it's fascinating
I'd rather be masturbating watching hampster's mating
Want a critique? First get a rope, Then harness your speech
Even then, it won't be tight, cuz ONLY I'M, droppin the heat
Stalkin the beat, whipping your ass,..heh "What up sucka".
Watch this cunt plunder, against a force that stunts thunder
Make this punk wonder, why he even tested this...
So Learn a lesson kid, never bet against Ebben, biatch.
ebbeN
ELITE
ConCept
ebb (eb), n. 1. the flowing back of the tide as the water returns to
the sea. 2. a flowing backwards or away; decline or decay.
Ebben's flow declared trite, I'm air tight, this ain't a fair fight
Hair raisin, my styles got the hair spiked, rock'n the do
While you, a good matador, always stopp-a-ble
Off the top, I'm cruel, NASA's here cuz everytime I rock it, feel
You see Oprah rock'n punchlines? No, Just stay topi-cal
I'm stomp'n you, cuz popular demand says stop this fool
Your styles like your residency, not so true,
so where's the green card?
E's tries to seem hard, don't need to see far,
check his pic,
he's really a re-tard
You only makin noise ripp'n clean farts
Have you seen Clark? cuz cats are say'n my verse is super, man
You'll lose your stance,
my mentality so cold, you'll lose your fans
You ain't shit, it's funny see, is it just me?
or are you just a Predator wannabe?
Your moniker is a weak attempt at touch'n Sea
Enough of E, You gonna lose this
Ebbenflow's clueless to being crewless cuz he's useless,
like lesbians who grab their tongue and say they refuse to use this
For the hoes who like length
E's all flow & no punch, not a battlist, more like a pacifist,
not tempered but fast to piss, where'd they stash your pic?
next to my lyrics, off the wall
Ebben's battles are weak, that's what they're often called
Watch you fall, remember when Kno stomped your balls?,
writin bout how you were conceived when he dropped his draws
Punches popped your jaw, now stop in awe,
while your chances wash away again like
the sand where the ebb and flow stops and stalls
PeaCe
-I-WitneSS aka ConCept
Concept? Who are you? Don't remind me.. Not a word...
I'm ebbenflow you know...the guy assigned to slaughter yer's
Droppin verbs with a smirk,..so surely your nervous
It's too early in the tournament, to be learning your verses!
First preserve a "Dope Flow" than have it inspected
After that, ..i'll collect it, ... laugh, then digest` it
I'm Hazardous with the stee,... Me grantin you sympathy?
I'm graphic with imagery,.. Leavin you saran wrapped in symmetry
Exceedin your misery with cards in my dealin hand
And Your raps? REALLY bland, about as sharp as ceiling fan's
Feelin blue? ..it must be that chlorine leakin through`
In lotsa liters too, ....all that liquid i'm spoonfeedin` you
Burn heater`s through your bandwidth, .. releasin the damage
Get me a coke bitch,.. I wrote this eatin a sandwich
Revealin your blandness, now check the hot fluid
Leave you shocked, toothless, shitted on like raw sewage
Want proof kid? peep your face,.. it's fecal laced
Blemishin` your complexion with verbal needle scrapes
Need a break? how about your weak flow against mine
Hurtin me would take an eternity,....so fuck a next time
Conduct ya' next rhyme, I'm sure it's fascinating
I'd rather be masturbating watching hampster's mating
Want a critique? First get a rope, Then harness your speech
Even then, it won't be tight, cuz ONLY I'M, droppin the heat
Stalkin the beat, whipping your ass,..heh "What up sucka".
Watch this cunt plunder, against a force that stunts thunder
Make this punk wonder, why he even tested this...
So Learn a lesson kid, never bet against Ebben, biatch.
ebbeN
ELITE
ConCept
ebb (eb), n. 1. the flowing back of the tide as the water returns to
the sea. 2. a flowing backwards or away; decline or decay.
Ebben's flow declared trite, I'm air tight, this ain't a fair fight
Hair raisin, my styles got the hair spiked, rock'n the do
While you, a good matador, always stopp-a-ble
Off the top, I'm cruel, NASA's here cuz everytime I rock it, feel
You see Oprah rock'n punchlines? No, Just stay topi-cal
I'm stomp'n you, cuz popular demand says stop this fool
Your styles like your residency, not so true,
so where's the green card?
E's tries to seem hard, don't need to see far,
check his pic,
he's really a re-tard
You only makin noise ripp'n clean farts
Have you seen Clark? cuz cats are say'n my verse is super, man
You'll lose your stance,
my mentality so cold, you'll lose your fans
You ain't shit, it's funny see, is it just me?
or are you just a Predator wannabe?
Your moniker is a weak attempt at touch'n Sea
Enough of E, You gonna lose this
Ebbenflow's clueless to being crewless cuz he's useless,
like lesbians who grab their tongue and say they refuse to use this
For the hoes who like length
E's all flow & no punch, not a battlist, more like a pacifist,
not tempered but fast to piss, where'd they stash your pic?
next to my lyrics, off the wall
Ebben's battles are weak, that's what they're often called
Watch you fall, remember when Kno stomped your balls?,
writin bout how you were conceived when he dropped his draws
Punches popped your jaw, now stop in awe,
while your chances wash away again like
the sand where the ebb and flow stops and stalls
PeaCe
-I-WitneSS aka ConCept