Flow Tourney Finals ~ Brick v. SZA

God Of War · 01-21-2013, 05:03 PM

Ready, Set, Flow 2002 Finals,
SZA v. Brick,
Topic: Describe why you should be given the Flow Tournament Crown,
Enjoy.

SZA..
You know I�m un-fuck-witable with these untouched syllables/
I explode verses with curses and my tongue just hit a fuse/
Like a fucked up interview, you�re stumblin, stutterin and stammerin/
mumblin, shudderin on heroin, fumblin. What Brick don�t care ta win?/
Marylin Manson dancin to Hanson carryin a bib with a rattle/
with a dick in his ass�ll happen before Brick�s winnin this battle/
I�m spinnin this radical mathematical habit to faggots who/
eat cock carrots like rabbits do right before they battle you/
Do I have a crew? Fuck no! I got an avenue and I�m havin you/
Strung up like a fag or jew by nazis when they mad at you!/
My attitude is grabbin fools by the throat and smackin dudes/
my intuition is pickin victims before we even had a fued/
Get battered to, jacked splattered, your back�s shattered thru/
All you wack rapper fools are shook! While I act casual/
I Always spit hottness even on monotonous topics/
to stop this toxic rocket you need monstrous optics/
Cause like the monster of lochness, it�s hard to spot this/
can�t even see me! Beat me? please G ya can�t top this/
obnoxious prospects line up outside of my office/
On my balls like jock itch. Joining your crew is nonsense/
Take this forceful bitchslap and my hurtful dispatch/
Do what I say. I lead the way like a dorsal fin flap/
If I was forced to kidnap you know I�d take a grandson/
and slit his throat if Brick refused to pay the randsum/
HAHA! I�m goin nutty!...LALA I�m flowin buddy!/
Showin money on an NY street? NANA I�m jokin honey!/
That�s like Pokin Chucky! Something you don�t do/
Get you impaled on the stake that a pumkin would go thru/
I�m jumpin with both shoes, off, with cool socks/
off this huge drop, into a pool with two rocks/
tied around my neck and these wires bound my vest/
I tried and found the test fails when you try to drown the best/
To get as high as silly Silas you�d buy us fifty pilots/
find the highest flight list and multilply this by nine-ish/
after the tricky science, and if this complies with/
My rhyme width, you�d find it�s as high as my eyelids/
Do you buy this? Don�t cry kids, I�m just talking cocky/
I will not be silenced untill you stop me. STOP ME!/
Please! Before I reach top speed, cause I�ll be Rocky/
Not even Hogan or Mr. T could drop me!....

Brick..
quick-ta rip-up sza wit-a blizard of punches, split ya lip-up til ya in-a concussion,
get ya ribs-crushed if Brick-runs in gunnin, this a stick-up so get-up ya hundreds,
wrists-up or get ya chin-struck wit butt-ends, of big-guns get ript-up'n bludgeoned,
get ya tims-scuffed fuckin wit Brick-son, this-dun spits scripts wit an acid~ic-tongue,
twist a quick-dutch, spark that shit-up, puff-sess watchin a sunset as the lungs-flex,
imagina~tions-stretch, so check the next subject about this bad chick I once-met,
fattie ass and D cup-breasts, took her for a ride in my plush-lex pushin a buck-ten,
the excitement mad her blush-yes, said hit her crib she already had a blunt-flexed,
so we lit it up-then we get to huggin, ma was buggin but never let her tongue-rest,
now I'm in the love-den havin rough-sex wit this fuck-friend, till I hear the front-fence,
"It's my husband" she comes-wit, got me buggin while I'm mid stroke deep thrustin,
tryin to get a nut-in before he busts-in, while she's twitchin gettin twisted rediculous,
heard keys jinglin, nails diggin-in as I'm hittin-it, grip-the-chick said "cum ya frickin-bitch",
like epilep~tic-fits she begin to twist'n-twitch, in an instant kid I'm reachin safe distances...

Stop ya looking get to runnin, quick for gunnin, get hit wit something, this introduction,
splits ya mug kid, it�s gettin rugged, while ya wrists is flooded my grip get clips eruptin,
get hit when clubbin while the beats is thumpin, 30 deep beef�bouncer ain�t seein nuttin,
easy ya breathin�s stunted and ya relieved of hundreds, thought it was sweet or something,
Brick gotta eat stop frontin, like drinks in Dublin I pour the realest substance, above scripts,
Never hesitate, put the world on my shoulders cause I�m known to carry heavy weight,
Make ya frame levitate, test ya fate, cause the finals where I elevate, from a hellish state,
Keep my metal aimed, fuck words it�s a tale of tapes, but my story can�t be told, can�t be sold,
How a man so cold, if you cross that thresh see Brick grab the chrome, blast a dome,
Cause I�m savage prone, always stand alone, yet crewless ya useless, fuck ya new shit,
still # 2 bitch, Brick�s to quick, illicit rhetoric in this descriptive testament�s ruthless,
Results of bruises and contusions, still wanna do this? Ya buggin, I gets it done kid,
Wit the rough shit that ya bitch be lovin, beyond ya comprehension stomp ya henchemen,
A demon from a bong�s dimension, inhale wit strong intentions for thought projections,
Past understandings and speculations, basically you have no comprehension of what ya facin,
Can�t keep pace wit Brick�s laced shit, to complex be honest, I bomb wit this hot shit,
Ya�ll knod wit a hot script, the crown prince of flow knowledge, SZ challenged imbalanced,
When his hollow tips hit the ground �n shit, AIM�s important to shoot rounds wit Brick,
Time to pound his shit, wilin out on like reactions to 911 tower clips, now it�s sick,
Ya powerless, no defences for my pen scripts, rip ya head kid, but keep ya necklace,
Intense presence, stay drillin ya grill like a wicked dentist wit each twisted sentence�.

Brick ended up taking this one, but it was a classic from both sides.

01-21-2013, 05:03 PM	#1
God Of War The Landlord Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 5,825 Battle Record: 12-10 Rep Power: 10493980	Flow Tourney Finals ~ Brick v. SZA Ready, Set, Flow 2002 Finals, SZA v. Brick, Topic: Describe why you should be given the Flow Tournament Crown, Enjoy. SZA.. You know I�m un-fuck-witable with these untouched syllables/ I explode verses with curses and my tongue just hit a fuse/ Like a fucked up interview, you�re stumblin, stutterin and stammerin/ mumblin, shudderin on heroin, fumblin. What Brick don�t care ta win?/ Marylin Manson dancin to Hanson carryin a bib with a rattle/ with a dick in his ass�ll happen before Brick�s winnin this battle/ I�m spinnin this radical mathematical habit to faggots who/ eat cock carrots like rabbits do right before they battle you/ Do I have a crew? Fuck no! I got an avenue and I�m havin you/ Strung up like a fag or jew by nazis when they mad at you!/ My attitude is grabbin fools by the throat and smackin dudes/ my intuition is pickin victims before we even had a fued/ Get battered to, jacked splattered, your back�s shattered thru/ All you wack rapper fools are shook! While I act casual/ I Always spit hottness even on monotonous topics/ to stop this toxic rocket you need monstrous optics/ Cause like the monster of lochness, it�s hard to spot this/ can�t even see me! Beat me? please G ya can�t top this/ obnoxious prospects line up outside of my office/ On my balls like jock itch. Joining your crew is nonsense/ Take this forceful bitchslap and my hurtful dispatch/ Do what I say. I lead the way like a dorsal fin flap/ If I was forced to kidnap you know I�d take a grandson/ and slit his throat if Brick refused to pay the randsum/ HAHA! I�m goin nutty!...LALA I�m flowin buddy!/ Showin money on an NY street? NANA I�m jokin honey!/ That�s like Pokin Chucky! Something you don�t do/ Get you impaled on the stake that a pumkin would go thru/ I�m jumpin with both shoes, off, with cool socks/ off this huge drop, into a pool with two rocks/ tied around my neck and these wires bound my vest/ I tried and found the test fails when you try to drown the best/ To get as high as silly Silas you�d buy us fifty pilots/ find the highest flight list and multilply this by nine-ish/ after the tricky science, and if this complies with/ My rhyme width, you�d find it�s as high as my eyelids/ Do you buy this? Don�t cry kids, I�m just talking cocky/ I will not be silenced untill you stop me. STOP ME!/ Please! Before I reach top speed, cause I�ll be Rocky/ Not even Hogan or Mr. T could drop me!.... Brick.. quick-ta rip-up sza wit-a blizard of punches, split ya lip-up til ya in-a concussion, get ya ribs-crushed if Brick-runs in gunnin, this a stick-up so get-up ya hundreds, wrists-up or get ya chin-struck wit butt-ends, of big-guns get ript-up'n bludgeoned, get ya tims-scuffed fuckin wit Brick-son, this-dun spits scripts wit an acid~ic-tongue, twist a quick-dutch, spark that shit-up, puff-sess watchin a sunset as the lungs-flex, imagina~tions-stretch, so check the next subject about this bad chick I once-met, fattie ass and D cup-breasts, took her for a ride in my plush-lex pushin a buck-ten, the excitement mad her blush-yes, said hit her crib she already had a blunt-flexed, so we lit it up-then we get to huggin, ma was buggin but never let her tongue-rest, now I'm in the love-den havin rough-sex wit this fuck-friend, till I hear the front-fence, "It's my husband" she comes-wit, got me buggin while I'm mid stroke deep thrustin, tryin to get a nut-in before he busts-in, while she's twitchin gettin twisted rediculous, heard keys jinglin, nails diggin-in as I'm hittin-it, grip-the-chick said "cum ya frickin-bitch", like epilep~tic-fits she begin to twist'n-twitch, in an instant kid I'm reachin safe distances... Stop ya looking get to runnin, quick for gunnin, get hit wit something, this introduction, splits ya mug kid, it�s gettin rugged, while ya wrists is flooded my grip get clips eruptin, get hit when clubbin while the beats is thumpin, 30 deep beef�bouncer ain�t seein nuttin, easy ya breathin�s stunted and ya relieved of hundreds, thought it was sweet or something, Brick gotta eat stop frontin, like drinks in Dublin I pour the realest substance, above scripts, Never hesitate, put the world on my shoulders cause I�m known to carry heavy weight, Make ya frame levitate, test ya fate, cause the finals where I elevate, from a hellish state, Keep my metal aimed, fuck words it�s a tale of tapes, but my story can�t be told, can�t be sold, How a man so cold, if you cross that thresh see Brick grab the chrome, blast a dome, Cause I�m savage prone, always stand alone, yet crewless ya useless, fuck ya new shit, still # 2 bitch, Brick�s to quick, illicit rhetoric in this descriptive testament�s ruthless, Results of bruises and contusions, still wanna do this? Ya buggin, I gets it done kid, Wit the rough shit that ya bitch be lovin, beyond ya comprehension stomp ya henchemen, A demon from a bong�s dimension, inhale wit strong intentions for thought projections, Past understandings and speculations, basically you have no comprehension of what ya facin, Can�t keep pace wit Brick�s laced shit, to complex be honest, I bomb wit this hot shit, Ya�ll knod wit a hot script, the crown prince of flow knowledge, SZ challenged imbalanced, When his hollow tips hit the ground �n shit, AIM�s important to shoot rounds wit Brick, Time to pound his shit, wilin out on like reactions to 911 tower clips, now it�s sick, Ya powerless, no defences for my pen scripts, rip ya head kid, but keep ya necklace, Intense presence, stay drillin ya grill like a wicked dentist wit each twisted sentence�. Brick ended up taking this one, but it was a classic from both sides.