Battle: Wrath vs Sam Sillahbull
Round: 2
Winner: Wrath
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Wrath
Sam Sillahbull shit don't lose it,
as my invincible principles scrape your thoughts into contusions/
no delusions to fact that I rule your illusion like I was the center of Jerusalem/
I'll break your soul into fourths and sell them to the Devil/
your Jealousy, Hate, Envy, and Lyrical Wackness of lowest levels/
dare you deny my imperialism and immaculate wisdom/
I'll send your whole compositions into the hands of oblivion/
apparently I'm lyrically the voters popularity/
so pack your "syllables" and head it for the wack mc ferry fleet/
destine you to the horizon of death/
coming closer to fate with each "Sillahbull" of breath/
I'll punctuate your lines with darts of WRATH in each rhyme/
dislocate your verbs and subjects and intertwine em' in my bind/
enter my circle of velocity, thoughts haunting thee/
travel quicker than doctors on anatomy /
I snatch the holy mic in harmony
as the whole Hip Hop nation follows me/
to construct the destruction of your pussy MC colony/
now I sense the desolation of your damned rapper nation/
WRATH + GOD is the eternal combination.
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Wilson Fisk
Dear Mr.Wrath,
Off the turnbuckle throwin' lyrics like arched knuckles
to bruise both eyes so know you see pain in doubles
YAH FLOW SUCKS--get hemmed up by Sam's touch
cause you and I both know yah best ain't good enough
my art of war.........is like Picasso on the battlefield
better grab your shield i'm spittin' lines to make you yield
you know the deal--I pump fear in yah cipher
wit lethal one liners that serve you like Mel's diner
yah style is shitty--I'LL MAKE A NUMB NIGGA FEEL ME
phonetic royalty the crown king of iller poetry
you couldn't fuck wit me if my first name was hymen,
i keep shit tight when i be rhymin'--yah just a little common
you need tah make sense and stop whinin'--wit relativity compose hits
like Neil Diamond
syllable violence--I cook beef in my sentence
so if you bite this you'll die hungry off my illness........
i'm warnin' you i'm quite nasty wit my speeches
i'll leave an instrumental beat less--you can't defeat this
*EMCEE* on a caliber above the average
on or off line i spit war like a savage
Yours Truly,
Sam Silahbull
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