[Saint]

Freestyle Universal {Text League}


Young Great:

Call it a soldier's fetish, exposin every foe dass met 'im as gassed, like they sold unleadeds/
what makes you any different Sha77er?.....{no response}
precisely my point dawg, Chinkz g'head n' roll da credits/
in prose da bet-is (Bettis), da Bus don't make it to victory lane/
n' da math to dis point aint even "hard" duke/ I'm drivin you "simply" insane/
"da rookie pullin a fast one"
whu, you aint feelin da kid? or you don't care to believe it?
I'd prolly guess da former cuz my insults got you 2 numb like a pair-o'-palegics/
now you scared to release shit/ requestin to edit scores/ why my verse is winnin instead o' yours: Sha77er's "like" a 3, 1-5 scale, he never "met-a-4"/
so how does he "compare" to a five in Young, whose every word is touchless/ fuck this/
Sha7's ill/ but paired up against gReaT juz doesn't serve 'im justice/
juz unnerved n' flustered, cuz I aint leave nuttin fa sun to stand on/
literally bitch made since 'is best flow lacks punchlines n' come wit tampons/
though I wanna applaud you fa doin this well/ man, what can I say?....shit sells/ but I'm da dealer who don't seek profit, does it make me generous or more venemous da way I give "L's"/ basically, what dis spells is another heavy loss against ya thin frame/ convinced I'm in-sane?/ well fuck respect/ lez battle fa souls n' call dis eternal war da "endgame"/
so sad it came to bluffs/ but whoever endures dis level o' pain is tough/ but I'd advise you to raise ya skill level to da 6th power fa da perfect verse/ cuz 5 S7ar's aint enough

dass all I got time for right now....
hope dude show up....

HoLlaBlak

Sha77er S7ar I:

Beating me's Similar to Demons & Slot Machines, coz it's an IMP-Possibility, Script-Dropping-Sequently, To Eat ya Inside-Out as 'Closet-Cannibals' in a Troubled-Crew, I Come to the Battles as the 21st Letter, and the Victory, Coz I'm Double-U, My Subtle-Muse Plummits-Thru ya Tunnel-View and Leave ya Eye-Lids-Frayed,
S7ar is Incompetent I'll Slash ya Young Chest Cavity, Wear ya Skin & Prove I'm 'inGreat'(ingrate)
This Bitch-Made Clone's Skin-Scathed, Who Joined the League for a Free Battle-Lesson, It Baffle's-Questions...Sure You're YounG Great, thanks For Describing Me as an Adolescent, Past-the-Present], I'm Ahead of my Time...Ya Tight Lines is Just Forced coz ya Jam-ya-Sentence, I'll Bash-ya-Head-In....in Meat Processors Made-in-China to Literally Grate-the-Yung, Coz When ya Swallow the Nine ya Ate-the-Gun...to the Point ya Tongue-Taste-ya-Gums, It's the Return of the Haneous-One, ya Shouldn't Test my Patients like a Morgues-Surgeons, Coz S7ar Get’s All Up in Ya Shit Sicker than Enemas in Full Cavity-Searches, Brain-Pattern-Worsens, The Gore-Surges, Talents a Shoe Shiner's Apprentice coz ya Need ya Skillz-Polished!, I'm Lethal-to-Spar-With, a Beastful-of-Hard-Hits, that Leaves ya Face Distorted as People-Retarded, Chest-Piece-Rippled-in-Garbage, Crippled-in-S7ar's-Fist, Regardless the Rawness is Honest, It's like Crooked Casino Dealers-to-Cards, I’m Handing ya Loss-Bitch….Kiss the End-of-my-Rifle, That'll Redden-ya-Eyeballs, You Checkin in is Corpses & Fedex coz ya DEAD-on-A-RIVAL, Blessin-the-Bible & Cracked-this-Bastard with a Crafted-Answer, Paralyzn' ya Backless-Rap-Verse, The Art’s-Been-MaS7Ared….And to Prove it I'll Punch ya Lights Out like Fisting Flashing-Hazards