trap.
02-03-2013, 04:23 PM
Name: Relentless Fists
Crew:
Where:
Repped: UA
vs Advance
Fuck competing... he's scared as shit with ruptured breathing
Vance looks like a million bucks ...at the start of hunting season
his structure- cheating, doing anything to influence placement
judges beware.. 'do the Honours' to Vance is a literal statement
sick yet complacent, he'll menage a trois... and I'll leave out with details...
but if we cut out the middle man Sho'd finally fuck a female
and check the retail.. cause Andy, my lines are not for free
the postman punch caught your eye.. and then it caught your teeth
now I wont stop to breath, not till his coffin is down
he fought for deer life so hard Bambi's mom would be proud
aint no calming me down.... face it, you'd get beat with one rhyme
and I always keep my word just like you keep my punchlines
believe its crunch time... and believe that you dont want to be brave
cause I'll give you a bruised ego to go along with your face
I'll put your karma in place.. realize your helpless boy
cause giving yourself blow jobs doesn't make you self employed
I'll wreck, destroy, and rip your bowels.. Fist will spare nothin
I got him throwing in the towel quicker then scared muslims
but we be cousins, both like Diapers.. when we chill on the block
cause I walk around self absorbed while he gets pissed on alot
this bitch never stops, at UA he's always part of the clatter
so I'll sit back and let my knife get to the heart of the matter
shit always follows a pattern, he'll vanish in some forrest
like Diabetes and Cancer .. Advance'll 'make a run' for it
I done tore it... embarrassed you, while I stand atop the rubble
go bury your head in the sand... I'll supply the saw and shovel
your asian ghostwriter buckled.. you better dance with him
cause you'll have to 'keep your Chin up' if you want a chance to win
fast and swift, you'll hack and spit.. when I go by you
and know I'm cold and calculated like an Eskimo highschool
i'll shred till I slice through... pound till your rotten
pound till your chest is caved in as deep as Bin Laden
your cheap and your droppin, for quarters at millions of malls
we know you 'live out of a suitcase' like ventriloquist dolls
I spit for the cause, because this cheat cant bare to lose
he snuck a card up his sleeve to complete his pair of twos
tearing through... I hate your guts, I got them on my stitching
so I'll give you a dirty look like unqualified cosmeticians
watch me pin him, then pin my ribbon... just bow and take the L
the loss gots you kicking yourself like you tore your ACL
vs Supernova
you win? not possibly true.. and dont take it hard when you lose
cause sportsmanship ain't tennis on a Carnival cruise
garner a clue, and stab your mom, if you think we have a bond
your metaphors are ancient, all you do is Babylon
you got a shitload of haters, and it's got me to ponder
that maybe I should put the bat down and give Jesus the honours
wreck with text? nah, you just a wreck with text
I'll have you 'scrambling for your life' like imprisoned breakfast chefs
punched you three times, then you asked to talk it out
my reasoning got you wobbly and the forthright knocked you out
novie felt violated and demanded a whistle
then 'excercised his rights' and broke his hand on the pillow
watched you stand vigil... stealing my lines with your wackness
fact is, your more turncoat then nike reversible jackets
bring a french judge.. you still cant settle the score
my grandma gots underhanded tactics better then yours
vs Sypher
two barbarians meet peeps can see the heat through your teeth
Sypher might look hungry, but thats cause he hasn’t eaten in weeks
boney arms dont enact-violence..this weakling aint rhyming
he must be on a ‘crash-diet’ like drinking and driving
start re-thinking your timing, I laugh at your thoughts of besting me
when I ran over your brain I must’ve jogged your memory
just keep the pace son, your half dead and I aint done
there’s many ‘forms’ of my violence, your still on page one
but we’re the same son, both like Big Ben.. no clownin around
cause you got large ‘tics’ and I’m the ‘tock’ of the town
haulting your wage, your in debt, start markin your grave
cause when my bomb drops it’ll cost an arm and a leg
1m that loud screach after hours.. the evil speech in your showers
your wife’s grave? well I’m the cat thats leavin her flowers
but lets….flashback to Prowlers.. with cats like Meph and Sime
what weren’t you there for round 2? oh thats right... nevermind
you speak shit fluently.. but aint no way that you could ruin me
your just speaking falsehoods... much like your community
better late then later, but keystyles? it’s either fakes or fakers
an offense built around a shack. but you aint the Lakers
your styles stuck in dispair, the effort shows with nothing to spare
go fly a kite.. the thought of you winning is ‘up in the air’
a monopoly, FisT clears the boards.. there aint no stopping me
Im a ‘charging Bull’ like Elton Brand on a shopping spree
dont you talk to me.. remove yourself, your a mockery
your from keystyles? funny.. cause the win’s a lock for me
vs Zeus
This the final show…prepared? Fists in wrecking mode
but I didn’t know my final hurdle would be a stepping stone
believe your getting hoed, and believe your taking whips
I’ll leave you stirring in your own boots like a haitian witch
blatant with, my eagerness, It’s the finals, ready his wack ass
so hungry I could eat a horse. I’ll have to settle for jackass
this cat’s a joke, Zeus and votes? ya thats a riot
laughter’s the best medicine you should be donated to science
your second rate when I’m biased, and third when I’m not
sure I say your nice, but thats because your all over my cock
the hoe in a plot, the stain on a dress, you just aint effective
sure you talk a big game. but Ping Pong just wasn’t expected
your credit shredded, with knives, and soon you’ll be noosed too
You’ve met your demise and I’m the cat who introduced you
I’m hard to hang with, battle me and see your mom in anguish
Ill leave you so fucked up nuns’ll turn from the body language
I understand this suddenly your twice as good, and Bent’s gone MIA
so if you actually win we know you’ll have Hell to pay
but I must say, I do know where Hell be at, the cat aint a quitter
last May he hit a fork in the road and he’s still waiting for dinner
I’m taking your whithered, frail carcass, and shipping it to Taipan
beating me’s like finding a needle in a haystack...for a blind man
and why man..stealing my sayings? it dont get any wacker
you remind me of little kids saying my name doesn’t matter
your raps are all hollow, I’ll make them look like some bling shit
FisTs a ‘hard act to follow’ like Shakespeare, read in Kings English
the crowd up and chearing your marks and cuts appearing
you got beat with ‘no strings attached’ like telepathic puppeteering
and through the clearing, Zeus is flatlined, his heart stopping awfully fast
so he had to take his last breath to heaven…in a doggy bag
vs Strikta
get with the setting, it’s the net, you cant cut with machetes
gawd…its the last straw and this kid’s sucking already
it’s just the semis. and well, I’d love to slit your throat duke
but ‘I got bigger fish to fry’ . so I’ll just have to roast you
toast you, choke you...till you got nothing to say
thought you packed a wallop? must’ve lost your luggage in claims
tuntin your fame, wreckin your name. this fake aint gonna test Fist
like school janitors he’ll have to ‘make a break for the exit’
votes, you’ll get nada... Stigmata? what kind of joke are you saying?
I’ll REALLY give you hell...I won it playing poker with satan
bones broken or breaking... serving you like valets and ushers
I’m known to keep you ‘on your toes’ like your ballet instructor
back to the facts.. we know you suck sack fill you gag
after we found out your true colors playing capture the flag
Strikta with cash?.. lyrics and rhyming just arent his shot
so hell join the farm industry., go bankrupt trying to harvest a thought
now there’s ya plot, and whos to say I wont end you with mine?
seeings how you went through a midlife crisis when you were nine
bending your spine, a physical feat, but I’m determined to top it
so I’ll lift your spirit and have my partner Dudley Death Drop it
Crew:
Where:
Repped: UA
vs Advance
Fuck competing... he's scared as shit with ruptured breathing
Vance looks like a million bucks ...at the start of hunting season
his structure- cheating, doing anything to influence placement
judges beware.. 'do the Honours' to Vance is a literal statement
sick yet complacent, he'll menage a trois... and I'll leave out with details...
but if we cut out the middle man Sho'd finally fuck a female
and check the retail.. cause Andy, my lines are not for free
the postman punch caught your eye.. and then it caught your teeth
now I wont stop to breath, not till his coffin is down
he fought for deer life so hard Bambi's mom would be proud
aint no calming me down.... face it, you'd get beat with one rhyme
and I always keep my word just like you keep my punchlines
believe its crunch time... and believe that you dont want to be brave
cause I'll give you a bruised ego to go along with your face
I'll put your karma in place.. realize your helpless boy
cause giving yourself blow jobs doesn't make you self employed
I'll wreck, destroy, and rip your bowels.. Fist will spare nothin
I got him throwing in the towel quicker then scared muslims
but we be cousins, both like Diapers.. when we chill on the block
cause I walk around self absorbed while he gets pissed on alot
this bitch never stops, at UA he's always part of the clatter
so I'll sit back and let my knife get to the heart of the matter
shit always follows a pattern, he'll vanish in some forrest
like Diabetes and Cancer .. Advance'll 'make a run' for it
I done tore it... embarrassed you, while I stand atop the rubble
go bury your head in the sand... I'll supply the saw and shovel
your asian ghostwriter buckled.. you better dance with him
cause you'll have to 'keep your Chin up' if you want a chance to win
fast and swift, you'll hack and spit.. when I go by you
and know I'm cold and calculated like an Eskimo highschool
i'll shred till I slice through... pound till your rotten
pound till your chest is caved in as deep as Bin Laden
your cheap and your droppin, for quarters at millions of malls
we know you 'live out of a suitcase' like ventriloquist dolls
I spit for the cause, because this cheat cant bare to lose
he snuck a card up his sleeve to complete his pair of twos
tearing through... I hate your guts, I got them on my stitching
so I'll give you a dirty look like unqualified cosmeticians
watch me pin him, then pin my ribbon... just bow and take the L
the loss gots you kicking yourself like you tore your ACL
vs Supernova
you win? not possibly true.. and dont take it hard when you lose
cause sportsmanship ain't tennis on a Carnival cruise
garner a clue, and stab your mom, if you think we have a bond
your metaphors are ancient, all you do is Babylon
you got a shitload of haters, and it's got me to ponder
that maybe I should put the bat down and give Jesus the honours
wreck with text? nah, you just a wreck with text
I'll have you 'scrambling for your life' like imprisoned breakfast chefs
punched you three times, then you asked to talk it out
my reasoning got you wobbly and the forthright knocked you out
novie felt violated and demanded a whistle
then 'excercised his rights' and broke his hand on the pillow
watched you stand vigil... stealing my lines with your wackness
fact is, your more turncoat then nike reversible jackets
bring a french judge.. you still cant settle the score
my grandma gots underhanded tactics better then yours
vs Sypher
two barbarians meet peeps can see the heat through your teeth
Sypher might look hungry, but thats cause he hasn’t eaten in weeks
boney arms dont enact-violence..this weakling aint rhyming
he must be on a ‘crash-diet’ like drinking and driving
start re-thinking your timing, I laugh at your thoughts of besting me
when I ran over your brain I must’ve jogged your memory
just keep the pace son, your half dead and I aint done
there’s many ‘forms’ of my violence, your still on page one
but we’re the same son, both like Big Ben.. no clownin around
cause you got large ‘tics’ and I’m the ‘tock’ of the town
haulting your wage, your in debt, start markin your grave
cause when my bomb drops it’ll cost an arm and a leg
1m that loud screach after hours.. the evil speech in your showers
your wife’s grave? well I’m the cat thats leavin her flowers
but lets….flashback to Prowlers.. with cats like Meph and Sime
what weren’t you there for round 2? oh thats right... nevermind
you speak shit fluently.. but aint no way that you could ruin me
your just speaking falsehoods... much like your community
better late then later, but keystyles? it’s either fakes or fakers
an offense built around a shack. but you aint the Lakers
your styles stuck in dispair, the effort shows with nothing to spare
go fly a kite.. the thought of you winning is ‘up in the air’
a monopoly, FisT clears the boards.. there aint no stopping me
Im a ‘charging Bull’ like Elton Brand on a shopping spree
dont you talk to me.. remove yourself, your a mockery
your from keystyles? funny.. cause the win’s a lock for me
vs Zeus
This the final show…prepared? Fists in wrecking mode
but I didn’t know my final hurdle would be a stepping stone
believe your getting hoed, and believe your taking whips
I’ll leave you stirring in your own boots like a haitian witch
blatant with, my eagerness, It’s the finals, ready his wack ass
so hungry I could eat a horse. I’ll have to settle for jackass
this cat’s a joke, Zeus and votes? ya thats a riot
laughter’s the best medicine you should be donated to science
your second rate when I’m biased, and third when I’m not
sure I say your nice, but thats because your all over my cock
the hoe in a plot, the stain on a dress, you just aint effective
sure you talk a big game. but Ping Pong just wasn’t expected
your credit shredded, with knives, and soon you’ll be noosed too
You’ve met your demise and I’m the cat who introduced you
I’m hard to hang with, battle me and see your mom in anguish
Ill leave you so fucked up nuns’ll turn from the body language
I understand this suddenly your twice as good, and Bent’s gone MIA
so if you actually win we know you’ll have Hell to pay
but I must say, I do know where Hell be at, the cat aint a quitter
last May he hit a fork in the road and he’s still waiting for dinner
I’m taking your whithered, frail carcass, and shipping it to Taipan
beating me’s like finding a needle in a haystack...for a blind man
and why man..stealing my sayings? it dont get any wacker
you remind me of little kids saying my name doesn’t matter
your raps are all hollow, I’ll make them look like some bling shit
FisTs a ‘hard act to follow’ like Shakespeare, read in Kings English
the crowd up and chearing your marks and cuts appearing
you got beat with ‘no strings attached’ like telepathic puppeteering
and through the clearing, Zeus is flatlined, his heart stopping awfully fast
so he had to take his last breath to heaven…in a doggy bag
vs Strikta
get with the setting, it’s the net, you cant cut with machetes
gawd…its the last straw and this kid’s sucking already
it’s just the semis. and well, I’d love to slit your throat duke
but ‘I got bigger fish to fry’ . so I’ll just have to roast you
toast you, choke you...till you got nothing to say
thought you packed a wallop? must’ve lost your luggage in claims
tuntin your fame, wreckin your name. this fake aint gonna test Fist
like school janitors he’ll have to ‘make a break for the exit’
votes, you’ll get nada... Stigmata? what kind of joke are you saying?
I’ll REALLY give you hell...I won it playing poker with satan
bones broken or breaking... serving you like valets and ushers
I’m known to keep you ‘on your toes’ like your ballet instructor
back to the facts.. we know you suck sack fill you gag
after we found out your true colors playing capture the flag
Strikta with cash?.. lyrics and rhyming just arent his shot
so hell join the farm industry., go bankrupt trying to harvest a thought
now there’s ya plot, and whos to say I wont end you with mine?
seeings how you went through a midlife crisis when you were nine
bending your spine, a physical feat, but I’m determined to top it
so I’ll lift your spirit and have my partner Dudley Death Drop it