Planetary Allienment, Sub N Scribble

Sub-Zero:

It's time for war, yo I be sniping most cowards/
N hangin demons up, from mind control Towers/
Ma Microphone powers, willl fuck up ya conscious/
Like Shells from A Gun, that'll Bust Up a Target/
I beat the shit out of Any Sucka That Talks shit/
N Pack guns, like the Military Industrial Complex/
been practicing this longer, than Ancient Scribers/
Burnin hotter than flames at the Core of Satan’s Iris/
It’s Scribble N Sub, w/ hallow tips in our guns/
we Put holes in you, bigger than the Michigan Slut’s/
Damage U like head shots, blast at point blank/
My crew makes G unit look like a fuckin’ boy band/
I’m A revolutionary, fighting the demons n Stazi/
Cause the dude writing Bush’s Speeches is Nazi/
snatch up they Straps, N Put the heat to they body/
ma Militias run u down, in the streets w/ an Audi/
I’n Tracked daily, by Camera’s and Satellites/
n My house get watched, by Mechanical Dragon flies/
I'm Sharper than swords, Tempered in blue flames/
burning down the UN,while I'm spittin this Butane/
Practicein rhyme skills, in the Temple of Wu tang/
Hunt down my foes, like the Christians on Crusades/
You cats are pussy, like you listen to new Age/
But I survive past, Armageddon and Dooms Day/


Scribble:

yo...

Both Hands get thrown up, cause its Sub and Scribble
collabin to make this cold cut, like a Sub with Pickles
While all these no name *****s say they tuck the metal.
Shit....the Magneto from my sig could crush ya pixels
While we’re up in demos, ur online tryna uppn demos
Son, we straight outta this world like hover gizmos
back down on Earth, aliens are crossing our borders
in space, aliens watch us, theyre crossing the border
Since Zero has the imagery locked, I show them emotion
and we dont need Photoshop to blow things outta proportion
Subs skill is everlasting, like gnawin on Jaw Breakers
My words leave mouths open, im callin ‘em Jaw Breakers
the dukes take you to the max, the dynamic music force
secretly using raps to hack through ur Computer Ports
The Lord of Ice and The Human Torch
Sound Wave patterns in every color like Unicorns
a lost legend like the Druid Wars...
Son, our names echo through time like Bugle Horns
yo...
harrier jets try to keep up, but they too slow to follow
while im playin freeze tag with the kat who froze Apollo
the 18th century kings that wear crowns of golden carmel
Roman Cardnals, rockin blue hoodies with a Black Sabor
smokin on the same toxins used inside of Gas Chambers
Assasains for hire, we could put you on our mailing list
besides, I put an End to Ink like I stole all the jellyfish
the rap Super-Stars, cause we shine brighter then others
both our notebooks got solar panels, we outshinin eachother

pretty good keep it up

I cut for that

nice shit, i told u i liked ya verse on aim, other kid was good too