Authentic vs. Sceemz Of UE

[God Of War]

posted on 11/3/01

Authentic

yo dis battle will be tha reason ya moms panics and is forced to pass around funeral pamplets/
got you frantic,cuz when i pick up this mic,ya life is 'endangered' (in danger) like tha 'praying mantis'/
ya rhyme scheme is too shallow,you couldnt be 'deep' even if you lived in 'Atlantis'/
i call ya chances of beating me 'shady',cuz they 'slim',so dawg you aint winning/
go practice more,Sceemz you making more 'errors' than special olympic baseball innings/
my rhymes so venomous to ya health,you'd think my rap pen's ink was derived cobra saliva/
blasting heat seeking missles,cuz son you gotta hotter head than that heltah skeltah ridah/
murder you and leave your foul carcus in tha trunk-spot/
destroying ya rep,ya career bout to 'fadeaway' like tha 'jumpshot'/
aiming at ya sternum wit tha infa-red,then adjust-tha-beam/
so I deeply penetrate your stomach and bullets touch to crush-ya-spleen/
Sceemzmyou fuckin wit me is like dat 'girl group from badboy',its just-a-'dream'/
cuz i'll use lyrical 2 thousand tons of tidal avalanche wave force-to-break-you/
why did tha 'jedis' even initiate Sceemz? i guess they was 'force'd-to-take-you/
you rap frial,make me slay you and than nail you to a crucifix/
I expose fakes like tha jedis,itz tha truth-I-spit/
abusive-shit,you gettin 'batter up' (battered up) like 'nelly' and tha st.lunatics/
i aint new-to-this,nuthin but experience in tha flows-I-spew/
my military units is monstrous,plus we all souljahs-too/
man you're like a 'rap beat' to me Sceemz,cuz i 'rhyme over'-you/
can you really stand tha onslaught? naw you'll snap under quick-pressure/
you're pitiful so i'll play 'baseball' wit ya 'demo' so you can have a 'hit-record'/
Jedis really dont stand a chance,my all star team-is-lethal/
and ya man Doc Holiday aint THE TRUTH just because hes bites lyrics off BEANIE-SIGEL/
shoot tha cannon at ya face,lucky if i leave you wit 'one eye' like 'cap.-hook'/
you fuckin flow so much on tha net,might as well call ya computer ya rap-book/
attack you from your blind side,swiftly i creep-wit-heat/
rupture your frame then 'take ya 'sole' (soul) like i was a 'sneaker'-thief'/
you spit garbage,so i dont it ODD you aint EVEN-wit-this-shit/
got you so scared of tha mic,you wont eva 'wrap' (rap) again...even-at-'christmas'/
once i approached you wit scripts,your reign's-gone/
them pussys you call Jedis behind you is whom i'mma leave ya brains-on when i got them thangs-drawn/
throwin hollowheads that 'rain' on ya 'mind' so you could really 'brainstorm'/
you must disperse 'lullabyes',because erybody 'sleep' on ya performances/
i'll put a 'shell in ya back',having you lookin like 'tortoises'/
your posts are weak as fuck,practice much and get your weight-up/
always wanna play-tough,but that bullshit will get you sprayed-up/
you sweet as shit,so fuck that '7-up soda',you're gettin '8-up' (ate up)/
its drastic i lay you in a casket faggot,make you face eternal bedtime/
really wish ya verses was live,but you keep writin slept on dead-rhymes/
so even if you gave your rap pen a 'blowjob',you couldnt make 'head'lines/
claiming you're hard,but it wont take too long before you beggin-for-help/
i'll fuckin hand you you're 'cranium' so you can get 'a head' (ahead) of yaself/
exhibiting perfectlt flawless content when i let these rhymes-vent/
Sceemz you're flows is 'odorless',cuz itz only 'non-scents' (nonsense)/