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trap.
02-03-2013, 03:56 PM
Relentless Fist
ROUND 2... FIGHT
aGG's shakey hands show he feels the pressure and tension
with pages that got more 'white out' then Black Panther conventions
I'm the master of deftness.. pure energy from the highest conductor
make you 'take more lefts and rights' then your driving instructor
your rhyming like Usher, is that good choir music or pitiful rappin?
your skills don't measure up.. 'weigh it'.. there's no 'way it' will happen
FisT vs The Half-Wit, the heading in Bold, but the setting is old
you write on 2-ply but never seem to 'get on a roll'
thought 'net profit' was what he got from AllAdvantage.com
asked if he could 'raise an issue' then held up a comic from Spawn
somethin was wrong.. so he checked a toy, his dick was flatter then Ken's
the box said some 'assembly' required.. so he gathered some friends
I'll mangle your ends, tangle your hips... scramble your mids
I must be Republican the way 'I Am Bush' your shit
take out the FisT? pray for time to stop, all your hope is lost
I told him to 'seize the day', and the fucker broke his watch
a hopeless cause, half way through my verse you'll demand a break
you'd think this were Sesame Street.. with all these 'Standing 8's'

*1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8...... you ok champ? no? well at least, defend your
jewls..*

senseless fool, your confident, yet petty and small, betting it all
your 'going down', like 1 armed men in Water Polo getting the ball
I'm letting him talk.. letting him have his cake and eat it
reality is, he made himself a bonnet.. trying to 'fabricate ideas'
the day you see this.. is the day Slobodon starts reppin the turks
reason your named aGG is cause the F's on your work
your best to just splurt, aGG is weak, with material children could tear
took a 'course' in 'Language' Skills.. and thought he could swear
you dont even compare, aGG rides the little bus, his shirt collects drool
I told him to 'construct a thought' and he replied, "with what tool?"
hes some fool.. taped his ears and challenged Tyson to fight
and tried to dunk on Garnett when he got his 'license to drive'
he was found crying last night, "all the things their saying hurts"
his dad told him "realise your potential".. it only made things worse
he needs some words, a guiding light.. some laughs or frights
I told him to 'under-go treatment'.. he stood beneath traffic lights


aGG
fuck work...hahahh

Finally some competition...ooops...you aint Cashmere or Rudge,
Ya weak raps be the judge...tha fact...we have here, a scrub,
Worthless opposition...Native sets them up...aGG drops the bitches,
You didnt even show...just like most children's Pops on Christmas,
I blast by ya trash rhymes...when you past Rah, you sealed your fate,
You're minor leagues to me, aGG's made Franchises relocate,
Fuck the frame...aGG is taking ya ass straight out the portrait,
Talking all that tough trash but end up rappin bullshit...
Listen homes.....you got potential, strong heart and a fighting spirit...
Most of ya shit is dead tho'...stop lettin ya uncle Radi write your lyrics,
Ya whole style is as weak as ya name...the fuck? Relentless Fist???
Native let you in the tourney? how? you sucked Relentless dick???
Claim to be the best when you test me with deadbeat skills,
Native says you're nothing more than a replacement he let me kill,
You shouldnt even be here...we're grown men...you're underage,
Hella pissed...who the hell is this posting for Son and Change?
You can go and ask Blade...aGG slays newjacks for fun,
When this batttle's over, click ya heels and wish yourself back at Blunts,
aGG....portrays the savage one, better than Fred or Ben,
Your verse is proof...evidence you were never competitive,
aGG stay relentless...merciless in every verse I spit,
Is coming straight off the top while this fool rehearse's his shit,
Shitting on Relentless Fists' mis-attempts and battle flaws,
aGG destroys ya scripts...flows with more spit than Alomar,
Uncontrollable...each and every typed line's a quotable,
This battle, Ill be rolling thru while your weak crew's consoling you,
Futile for you to battle on...call it quits...its over,
aGG kicks you out this tourney just like Joe Smith from Minnesota...

*groan* lol
Let me end that better...that looks like something YOU'd write...

aGG...the most righteous one proclaims your life is done,
Fuckin prick...nuttin on ya watch, screaming out 'my time has come'
Smack you, ya moms, ya wife and son, and all ya next of kin,
Claiming to be real when ya whole style is 'let's pretend'
Anybody with the balls to battle aGG...I rarely seen it...
Crusing to the next round...while you lie in waste, defeated,
Once a newbie on the rise...but henceforth, 'you may be seated...
'You lost, chill...its all skill, it aint the name....so save the 'HEY he
cheated'

aGG
(V)
BFC
Fam-iLLy