Hellbent VS. KBI (Greg T. Dynamite)

[Saint]

Lyricalbeatdown.com
posted May 01, 2001

Hellbent:
yea, sorry bout the wait yo... i just got mad battles..
here goes..

Hell's style unorthodox, not the traditional way...bitch this is the court to box, not the prison capades/
you've had bad luck, well this isn't your day, fag tiptoes around topics of ass fucks, tryin not to hint that he's gay/
listen, my weapons come in a bitchin array, Hell's the one to knife Kool, on his way home from night school, then dig him a grave/
Hell's equipped with grenades, and a bag full of guns to put on a sick'nin display... i fair well, against fags in jail cells, who are splintered with AIDS/
im the REAL depiction of hate, i don't fight normal, i pack big pain...we'll make this night formal... me winning, you with a cracked rib frame/
practice will only keep this wack bitch lame, why you try'na fight? from Ice to Dynamite, you can't keep a decent rap nick-name!/
spits attack his brain, knives cause in depth skin breaks...and blackened veins...and all that Hell has said is rape/
to grown men with hate...fuckin with 'Bent is costly, Kool's like 'trendy aussies' this con gets 'In-mates'/
this state, is unsafe for you to dare to step to worse shit, you better expect its curtains, and say a prayer to get diversions/
'cause Hell don't fuck around when he's impressing person's, Hell's sick while KBI lost every layer of epidermis....

keep it around the same length..


Kool Bubba Ice:

Looks like hell is about to freeze..Get into you're winter coat kiddies...It's going to be a cold night in hell!!!!

your content's a bore, same ole blood and gore
like 'authentic' canibus freestyles...I 'heard it before'
can't beat me with evil alone, so you take out loans
with so much 'hell to pay', Satan had to sell his throne
Im LBC'S god sent...your poor status can't hide the resentment
you couldn't take Ice's 'place', if I owed you back rent
getting 'defensive', cause your verse only gets laughs
like the Baltimore ravens, your 'offense' isn't your better half
Bitch, stop the fag lines, they arent doing the trick
them punches lack the 'kick', like subplots on karate flicks
strikin swift...like a samurai, your jaws hittin the streets
only 'multis' you'll be 'spittin,' revolve around your teeth
step to my flows, I'll pierce your toes thru your nose
these tactics are like anarchy, bitch...anything goes
the weakest of the underlords...Zeus keeps you around as a gimmick
peeps only listen to you 'online', when you pay $3.99 per minute
your debuts a catastrophe, gettin destroyed in hell & earth simultaneously
on your CD, small print reads, skills sold separately
Ice is wack proof...to your punchlines, I'm totally exempt
they all 'failed'...like your mothers only abortion attempt
if pitiful was made out of gold, you'd have a lot wealth
family only sends you email, when you do it yourself