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02-03-2013, 05:12 PM
Name: Arch-Villain aka King~D the Arch-Villain
Reps:
Collabo: Featuring Eso aka esoTerrorist
Title: 2 free RADICALS
[eso]:
Space Odysseys, obviously subvert goverment policy
assert our autonomy, economies distort thought like Ptolemy's geography
iconography, the iconoclasts unmask the hypocrisy
even if we end supping hemlock like Socrates
fuck mediocrities, we clock MCs
fanatical free-radicals, mankind break your intangible manacles
we utter canticles, the operation of nations is mechanical
spanners in the works, the prophets that lurk
unheeded in the wilderness, filled-with-this holiness
resisting the system, uprising
and the fiends driving the thriving war-machines
we're poor-but-clean, sought and seen Nazarenes
born in Bethlehem made my entrance-in, '97-then
shifted the paradigm, from eastern barren climes
maratine manuveres, 90% suck like Hoovers
the show and prover, your beenie she want me
cos I know how to move-'er
twist-'er like Midwestern America
sensorily assaulted by assorted consumer ephemera
....see youse don't understand, eastLONDON
kingDEE alongside-a me
now WATCH we
[The Arch-Villain]:
Take my cue from the Eso deed, we proceed to stunt the hate
Ain't enough verbal murders these days… so we pump the rate
You fluctuate juxtapose and I'll lyrically bust ya nose
Warned all your rusted flows, but you dozed and wanna boast
We one-uppin most, you best know we kick the best flow
I could be an off-base, off-beat wanna-be concrete emcee with strep throat
And you'd STILL get smoked so let's go, you cats is monotonous
I'm outta this galaxy like Romulus, it's my bombs you lust
In God you trust you can make the cut, we seein' em get dispersed
The radicals come with a thirst and a guillotine… so spit your worst
I'll print your verse and have shit on my hands like a proctologist
Mockin all of this, emcees standin around with a cock balled in fist
Brought some maulin shit to the table, I'm mentally unstable
Ancient fable prophecizes… like the Scarlet Ibis I'm unmistakable
A staple to hip hop, when it comes to wackness, you lay down like a passive bride
If you tried to lyrically take me out it'd be attempted patricide
Exactly like swindlin' a retard outta money… it's a no-brainer
Heart like obsidian, it's a pity man, gotta use a poisonous serum, a flow tainter
Not even Onyx would bother to respond to your "slammin" verse
Your fuckin lines couldn't elevate if they were contour, amateurs
------
COLLABORATION: FEATURING...SIME, JLC, and Eso
Title: Diversity 'n' Illness: The 4 White Guys Collab w/ sime, eso, JLC
[Eso]:
Mantic embryos, these frantic frenzied flows throws blows to envied MC pros
its just an empty show though Anthony was tempted so Satan remains a latent
woe
a greater foe that hate will know, sins upon Eden's tree will grow, an arrow
on a cedar bow
chasing the seaward crow, to make your bread first knead the dough
blinded by the gleaming stones, the heathen bones beneath the Christian
thrones
memories bequeathed when leaving Rome, the dead are weaving treason's tome
moans of breathing seedlings grown and needing homes, I'm bleeding poems
reassuring evening grows from mornings mourning, the stars are out and Mars
is warning
a mirage is dawning, chaos about to start the warring, the dark is crawling
the starkest bawling, drowning, a carcass where the ark is mooring,
sharks are crawling, from the twilight, sparks are falling, Judahs lion
roaring
imploring barks, from Hades calling, I bet with death, slept and dreamt of
Cerebus
sought by Nemesis I caught the semblances of emblems on their pendants lid
dependence is the end of this, my penmanship can only trace remberance
I chase a heritige that perishes from the wounds of emptiness,
marooned, cocooned in catacombs of sentence
I leant and sipped the embers of my foolish temperance
[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma
[King~D the Arch-Villain]:
Expanding fissures electing a figure to directly ban the stigma/
You want to shake their hand, but they're extending an arista/
Crystal clear water reflecting an enigma, these hectic pictures/
Suspectin fixtures, now we inspectin victors like infected blisters/
A missed turn at a fork in the road... identity cleft down the middle/
Confused but still deftly shoutin riddles and respect devoutness little/
It's a hefty bout to settle... King Arthur and civility is our Guenevere/
Unfaithful when cowards tend to leer, led by the sour scent of fear/
It's now been a year since I looked for death, shook with stress/
It took the best to put to rest the burden left on my neural crest/
A hurdled test, gaining stength to move on past the troubled lores/
Why others try to get away, paddin up the doors, have another Coors/
That a lover pours, a substitute stream for hidden nonplussed dreams/
Only the acute perceive, because no one hears the mute scream/
The truth seems to blend with guile, a dour flower and the stem is vile/
Memorandums set 'em in tandem... attacking the central aisle/
With the intent to rile... dauntless to a sense of drama/
Despondent, hence when taunted they just respondin with "ya' momma"/
[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma
[sime]:
step inside...
however, be forewarned - expect to die
what "I Got" -you couldn`t be- "On It" if the Luniz lent ya "5"
starin at ya tepid eyes, i see through ya best disguise,
sime`s the breadwinner shunn`n other`s yeast...so don`t expect to rise
i testify, my text.defies conventionalism, i`m inept to lies
kizzo`s disrespeck this guy and get hit with specs of Pi.
now THATS mathematiKs for all the gawds, erFs, and seedlings,
conceived at a horrible birth in Eden so now i wallow with curs-ed heathens.
don`t follow the words of reason! listen2heartful murmurs IF they come.
and i wouldn`t be proppin the G Bong if i ever learned2hit the blunt.
get spurned with bits of drunken steez, so who is touchin these??
this inebriated driver is a road hazard, so people, clutch ya keys.
i fukk2please myself, so premature ejaculations are what i "shoot" for,
besides, i`ll never "hear" a complaint if i`m steady fukkin this mute wh0re.
producer!?! kid you loop four times then call that sh!t a masterpiece,
i sh!t on flacid geeks, been fresh since days of Athens, Greece.
i bask in beef, so your little squabble ain`t nothin new2me,
we`re2ill, you can`t fight king d, eso, JLC and sime with immunity.
[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma
[JLC]
NonRespondents, left motionless through cardiovascular trauma
Pre-Dominant flows as eye-opening as Radfords party in Pajama's
third eye wanders, my perception's distinguishes man's misconceptions
mind ponders, suggestions that I should head off in new directions
SmackDab in the middle of nowhere, tension's of dispair are in the air
Ya sh!t's HAD, need to retire worse than Hogan and Rick Flair
their MetaphorS were PLAYED OUT be-4 the POC hit Sethro's
mC's going to war, won't survive against this apocolyptic manifesto
Chugging Hennessy and ya'll still ain't "drinking away the pain"
Druggin kimothy to rape her and succeeding, think about ya shame
Carrying yet another problem on ya shoulder you can't burden
These stupid fukks think rocking baggy pants makes You Urban
U have to go to Source events just to ask "How can I be Down"
U fukkaz got Bozo feet, that's why everyone call's u clown's
words are violent winds conjured in the eye of a Tsunami
Folding paperWeight rappers out of proportion through origami
these faggots signing their own death warrent talking bout my momma
That's worse than diving in a pool filled with thousands of piranhas
We 2 freSh
Peace
Reps:
Collabo: Featuring Eso aka esoTerrorist
Title: 2 free RADICALS
[eso]:
Space Odysseys, obviously subvert goverment policy
assert our autonomy, economies distort thought like Ptolemy's geography
iconography, the iconoclasts unmask the hypocrisy
even if we end supping hemlock like Socrates
fuck mediocrities, we clock MCs
fanatical free-radicals, mankind break your intangible manacles
we utter canticles, the operation of nations is mechanical
spanners in the works, the prophets that lurk
unheeded in the wilderness, filled-with-this holiness
resisting the system, uprising
and the fiends driving the thriving war-machines
we're poor-but-clean, sought and seen Nazarenes
born in Bethlehem made my entrance-in, '97-then
shifted the paradigm, from eastern barren climes
maratine manuveres, 90% suck like Hoovers
the show and prover, your beenie she want me
cos I know how to move-'er
twist-'er like Midwestern America
sensorily assaulted by assorted consumer ephemera
....see youse don't understand, eastLONDON
kingDEE alongside-a me
now WATCH we
[The Arch-Villain]:
Take my cue from the Eso deed, we proceed to stunt the hate
Ain't enough verbal murders these days… so we pump the rate
You fluctuate juxtapose and I'll lyrically bust ya nose
Warned all your rusted flows, but you dozed and wanna boast
We one-uppin most, you best know we kick the best flow
I could be an off-base, off-beat wanna-be concrete emcee with strep throat
And you'd STILL get smoked so let's go, you cats is monotonous
I'm outta this galaxy like Romulus, it's my bombs you lust
In God you trust you can make the cut, we seein' em get dispersed
The radicals come with a thirst and a guillotine… so spit your worst
I'll print your verse and have shit on my hands like a proctologist
Mockin all of this, emcees standin around with a cock balled in fist
Brought some maulin shit to the table, I'm mentally unstable
Ancient fable prophecizes… like the Scarlet Ibis I'm unmistakable
A staple to hip hop, when it comes to wackness, you lay down like a passive bride
If you tried to lyrically take me out it'd be attempted patricide
Exactly like swindlin' a retard outta money… it's a no-brainer
Heart like obsidian, it's a pity man, gotta use a poisonous serum, a flow tainter
Not even Onyx would bother to respond to your "slammin" verse
Your fuckin lines couldn't elevate if they were contour, amateurs
------
COLLABORATION: FEATURING...SIME, JLC, and Eso
Title: Diversity 'n' Illness: The 4 White Guys Collab w/ sime, eso, JLC
[Eso]:
Mantic embryos, these frantic frenzied flows throws blows to envied MC pros
its just an empty show though Anthony was tempted so Satan remains a latent
woe
a greater foe that hate will know, sins upon Eden's tree will grow, an arrow
on a cedar bow
chasing the seaward crow, to make your bread first knead the dough
blinded by the gleaming stones, the heathen bones beneath the Christian
thrones
memories bequeathed when leaving Rome, the dead are weaving treason's tome
moans of breathing seedlings grown and needing homes, I'm bleeding poems
reassuring evening grows from mornings mourning, the stars are out and Mars
is warning
a mirage is dawning, chaos about to start the warring, the dark is crawling
the starkest bawling, drowning, a carcass where the ark is mooring,
sharks are crawling, from the twilight, sparks are falling, Judahs lion
roaring
imploring barks, from Hades calling, I bet with death, slept and dreamt of
Cerebus
sought by Nemesis I caught the semblances of emblems on their pendants lid
dependence is the end of this, my penmanship can only trace remberance
I chase a heritige that perishes from the wounds of emptiness,
marooned, cocooned in catacombs of sentence
I leant and sipped the embers of my foolish temperance
[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma
[King~D the Arch-Villain]:
Expanding fissures electing a figure to directly ban the stigma/
You want to shake their hand, but they're extending an arista/
Crystal clear water reflecting an enigma, these hectic pictures/
Suspectin fixtures, now we inspectin victors like infected blisters/
A missed turn at a fork in the road... identity cleft down the middle/
Confused but still deftly shoutin riddles and respect devoutness little/
It's a hefty bout to settle... King Arthur and civility is our Guenevere/
Unfaithful when cowards tend to leer, led by the sour scent of fear/
It's now been a year since I looked for death, shook with stress/
It took the best to put to rest the burden left on my neural crest/
A hurdled test, gaining stength to move on past the troubled lores/
Why others try to get away, paddin up the doors, have another Coors/
That a lover pours, a substitute stream for hidden nonplussed dreams/
Only the acute perceive, because no one hears the mute scream/
The truth seems to blend with guile, a dour flower and the stem is vile/
Memorandums set 'em in tandem... attacking the central aisle/
With the intent to rile... dauntless to a sense of drama/
Despondent, hence when taunted they just respondin with "ya' momma"/
[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma
[sime]:
step inside...
however, be forewarned - expect to die
what "I Got" -you couldn`t be- "On It" if the Luniz lent ya "5"
starin at ya tepid eyes, i see through ya best disguise,
sime`s the breadwinner shunn`n other`s yeast...so don`t expect to rise
i testify, my text.defies conventionalism, i`m inept to lies
kizzo`s disrespeck this guy and get hit with specs of Pi.
now THATS mathematiKs for all the gawds, erFs, and seedlings,
conceived at a horrible birth in Eden so now i wallow with curs-ed heathens.
don`t follow the words of reason! listen2heartful murmurs IF they come.
and i wouldn`t be proppin the G Bong if i ever learned2hit the blunt.
get spurned with bits of drunken steez, so who is touchin these??
this inebriated driver is a road hazard, so people, clutch ya keys.
i fukk2please myself, so premature ejaculations are what i "shoot" for,
besides, i`ll never "hear" a complaint if i`m steady fukkin this mute wh0re.
producer!?! kid you loop four times then call that sh!t a masterpiece,
i sh!t on flacid geeks, been fresh since days of Athens, Greece.
i bask in beef, so your little squabble ain`t nothin new2me,
we`re2ill, you can`t fight king d, eso, JLC and sime with immunity.
[Hook]:
Yo' mamma
Yo' mamma
Yo' big fat mamma
[JLC]
NonRespondents, left motionless through cardiovascular trauma
Pre-Dominant flows as eye-opening as Radfords party in Pajama's
third eye wanders, my perception's distinguishes man's misconceptions
mind ponders, suggestions that I should head off in new directions
SmackDab in the middle of nowhere, tension's of dispair are in the air
Ya sh!t's HAD, need to retire worse than Hogan and Rick Flair
their MetaphorS were PLAYED OUT be-4 the POC hit Sethro's
mC's going to war, won't survive against this apocolyptic manifesto
Chugging Hennessy and ya'll still ain't "drinking away the pain"
Druggin kimothy to rape her and succeeding, think about ya shame
Carrying yet another problem on ya shoulder you can't burden
These stupid fukks think rocking baggy pants makes You Urban
U have to go to Source events just to ask "How can I be Down"
U fukkaz got Bozo feet, that's why everyone call's u clown's
words are violent winds conjured in the eye of a Tsunami
Folding paperWeight rappers out of proportion through origami
these faggots signing their own death warrent talking bout my momma
That's worse than diving in a pool filled with thousands of piranhas
We 2 freSh
Peace