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02-03-2013, 04:12 PM
Cashmere the PRO
Second chance and who is this that's the next one to try
You earned heart, but racin' Cash means you the next one to die
Some unknown hope to come in and start flexin' with mine
When my lines punch, you gonna really have an X on your EYE
Step up and fry, cause you weak like a Los Angeles winter
I'd whip you writing or off the head, like Hannibal's dinner
That's why you get ate, tho' your gray matter don't make you taste phatter
But I like to slay rappers and turn heads to waste matter
Hey after this battle share this verse with a friend
And ask him the time, cause that the only way you'll get a win (when)
Then again, I could be sleepin' and who knows you could be tight
But that would make you virgin pussy, and you ain't fuckin' with me right
What XeYe gets is teary, crying from what I sent
Your flows on and off like someone's fuckin' with the hydrant
Need to check your pressure, then your rhyme scheme, test your measure
But since I'm better, get some stitches to keep your head and neck together
Try to erect some clever, verses, I'll still make 'em erase
Then change your name to TaBs, cause you just takin' up space
You got agoraphobia, look it up, so what I'm sayin' here makes
Sense, your address is Round 1, Last Ave., now stay in your place
I'm sure you had hopes to survive, but you've come thru to hell
I'm like gangs working for verizon, I got your blood losin' cells
Everyone here knew you would lose that's just making you more sore
And it was no advantage to have my verse posted before yours
no....
ONE
is going to stop me this time
Xeye
the XplosIve ignite the function up
Get fucked up so much it sucks the fatness out your raps like liposuction smut
the Pro is done in "TwoThousand", skip the "One-
dimensional overweight" disses, but it's not fiction, your a SimpleTon
I doubt you'll even put up a strong fight
I've seen rougher material at an actual Cashmere Professional's job site!
at the mouth of rapid streams of thought with no raft to ride
you aimed on Mother Nature and attempted matricide
Hiding under a canapee of silent insanity
let you fall from freedom by de-winging your columbine fantasies
I never sleep, constantly stuff clothes under the linen
while your "hittin the sack", with by balls and your chin in a juxtaposition...
I would despise being in your position, with no way of defending
I sent terrorist threats to your office, thats why your "work" is so "empty"
Your spending too much time on hiding, pay my charge or you'll find debt
Forget Cash-, your -mere-ly a forged mic check
in shock from a bone crushing sensation,
while I visit every room in your minds hospital, killing all of your "patients"
drown your pitch till your words are swallowed by monotone
your rhymes are "post current", just drift wood floating through awkward water flow
your stranded boat of thought is being pulled towards the deep end
where the darkness overwwhelms and eats men
then deletes files in your memory, corrupting half your brain
now your a four time amputee, suffering from shadow pains
you cant restrain my sickness with perscription anti-biotics
I'm off the wall, Cash is still neanderthal semiotics...................
Second chance and who is this that's the next one to try
You earned heart, but racin' Cash means you the next one to die
Some unknown hope to come in and start flexin' with mine
When my lines punch, you gonna really have an X on your EYE
Step up and fry, cause you weak like a Los Angeles winter
I'd whip you writing or off the head, like Hannibal's dinner
That's why you get ate, tho' your gray matter don't make you taste phatter
But I like to slay rappers and turn heads to waste matter
Hey after this battle share this verse with a friend
And ask him the time, cause that the only way you'll get a win (when)
Then again, I could be sleepin' and who knows you could be tight
But that would make you virgin pussy, and you ain't fuckin' with me right
What XeYe gets is teary, crying from what I sent
Your flows on and off like someone's fuckin' with the hydrant
Need to check your pressure, then your rhyme scheme, test your measure
But since I'm better, get some stitches to keep your head and neck together
Try to erect some clever, verses, I'll still make 'em erase
Then change your name to TaBs, cause you just takin' up space
You got agoraphobia, look it up, so what I'm sayin' here makes
Sense, your address is Round 1, Last Ave., now stay in your place
I'm sure you had hopes to survive, but you've come thru to hell
I'm like gangs working for verizon, I got your blood losin' cells
Everyone here knew you would lose that's just making you more sore
And it was no advantage to have my verse posted before yours
no....
ONE
is going to stop me this time
Xeye
the XplosIve ignite the function up
Get fucked up so much it sucks the fatness out your raps like liposuction smut
the Pro is done in "TwoThousand", skip the "One-
dimensional overweight" disses, but it's not fiction, your a SimpleTon
I doubt you'll even put up a strong fight
I've seen rougher material at an actual Cashmere Professional's job site!
at the mouth of rapid streams of thought with no raft to ride
you aimed on Mother Nature and attempted matricide
Hiding under a canapee of silent insanity
let you fall from freedom by de-winging your columbine fantasies
I never sleep, constantly stuff clothes under the linen
while your "hittin the sack", with by balls and your chin in a juxtaposition...
I would despise being in your position, with no way of defending
I sent terrorist threats to your office, thats why your "work" is so "empty"
Your spending too much time on hiding, pay my charge or you'll find debt
Forget Cash-, your -mere-ly a forged mic check
in shock from a bone crushing sensation,
while I visit every room in your minds hospital, killing all of your "patients"
drown your pitch till your words are swallowed by monotone
your rhymes are "post current", just drift wood floating through awkward water flow
your stranded boat of thought is being pulled towards the deep end
where the darkness overwwhelms and eats men
then deletes files in your memory, corrupting half your brain
now your a four time amputee, suffering from shadow pains
you cant restrain my sickness with perscription anti-biotics
I'm off the wall, Cash is still neanderthal semiotics...................