ROUND 1
Ayo, I come at ya swinging swords, with no remorse
Formin task forces to knock ya off ya high horse
The Mic phone killer, My words hold weight, a stone piller
I'm raw like thriller, while your morally ben stiller
Freezin you in the spot where ya cold knuckles hang
I fuck my girl while ya home beating meat with ya hand
Only demand the high command, my spits ya never understand
Performing at great heights with tight ropes on which i stand
Up straight, My armour plate deflects ya strikes cos they sedate
I create noxious clouds of poisonous verses that contaminate
All your lines, Then you find that ya cant communicate
So ya hand the mic right back to the great
D.a.v.e, intelligently concealing my killing spree
Coming from a more acute angle, I mangle and wrangle any MC
When I lyrically wax the board, then cruise out to sea
while you wail on the mic like a barren banshee
Sleep Sinatra:
this faggot think he hard but aint got lines better 2 quote/
push his nose bone into his skull and fuckin severe his throat/
veterans kno-sinatra never boast but homie lets b honest/
on a bed of spikes u get ya body "slammed" like onyx/
u made from men or mice? cuz i stay "chasing rats" like thomas
tom and
jerry)
release from gats the comets- bloodloss have u barfin quick.../
u mark and snitch the main target which i carve an split/
the consequence of every fuckin tard that spit/
"bite" so much got me on sum holdin garlic shit
vampires, they bite...)
ya face i gnarl an twist there aint no helpin what the medics do/
arsenic residue laced in ya last meal i fed 2 u/
deadin duke, ya body found layed in the slum/
so go ahead an off ya self cuz homie its done/
im atillah the hun and a kalashnikov gun in 1..../
Fermi Paradox Vs Sleep Sinatra, Sleep Sinatra wins...
Originally Posted by JackOfHearts
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