~~~The Nameless & Unnamable Thread~~~

[INF]

ill thread!

[AcidPhosphate69]

... It's Me, I'm him... and you're not...
but you are in my confession booth alot...
And I got you like a womb full of you,
Is full of shit... Stuff your fuckery
In a bottomless pit... boy...
I repeat... the God knows
You're a bitch boy...
And you pride yourself in ignorance,
Only your ego'd enjoy...

Pride not in ignorance, fuck bliss, eat your arrogance
Drink piss, talk like you something on a higher level
Your falsehood, God sprayin' supplies the devil
Like a bevel cut, I come a both angles
Lyrical skilled with thought mangled
Inbetween, seems like a dream
Your fake words dissipate like steam
I flow like stream, strong water
I'M my OWN God, nothing short or less
Wish to have known God, you depressed
Stressed and preachin, crested like waves beachin'
Bubblin' foamy brine, in time you might learn to shine
So eat mine, you not one of a kind, you pre-declined
To spew twine, or weak strings, the meek sings
You trite type, search hard for inner light bright
I type right, work hard to beginner blight smite
You may know the math, but go your own path
Your wrath displays an anger, you weren't born in manger
You false facts harrowin', prolly got tracks from heroin
Junkie flunkie tryin' to dump thesis, eat this
Don't make me repeat this, you sheepish
Peep ish, you like a tree that's leafless.

Seriously, learn to fucking rhyme and come back at me. None of this poetry minute with college students bullshit.

[maestro wooz]

haha

[AcidPhosphate69]

Can I get a co-sign? This dude is whack. Knowledge is respectable but this kid is straight pretentious with this shit. Pompous bastard.

[The Nameless & Unnamable]

... I see I hurt your feelings,
When I had you not feeling a thing...
Stung-numb dumby, cross-eyed marks-man...
You shoot your-self... syringe of stupidity...
I repeat your value at the urinal...
I cut you off when I piss you off my dick's fluidity...
... you's a stunk-body skunk, I hack you punks,
Chunks of shit cut from your inner lining...
Ripping open your mouth, Exhausting your-self,
You collapse from the magnetism of my dangling threads...
Elf of the gobblins... you tiny little thought...
You are not an actual part of the lesson I taught...
But I used you as an example of what not to do...
So there's no real evidence of you...

[AcidPhosphate69]

Sorry, I forgot you're a god, of course
Fuck that, preacher get off ya high horse
You make no sense, repeat yourself
You way too tense, defeat yourself
I see, you startin' to rhyme
Could it be, you learned a lesson of mine?
Now he's tryin' to punch like Holyfield
He's dyin' to crunch, but the Holy reeled
Know he is thirstin for victory, but he ain't shit to me
You burstin' with symphony, already said
Hack what punks? I still ain't dead
I stay strong of head, break bread
You talk like monk, but got no cred
Prolly a fed, suit wearin' son of the dead
Come online, tryin' to get fed
Eat the fruit, get poisoned instead
I moisten my lead, write another verse
I put noise to your dread, stay in the church
Of what others is sayin', you playin like Super Saiyan
Charge up like Goku, but what have you got to go to?
Same hackin' lines, same bathroom rhymes
This brat whom whines cold, can't deny his hat time's old
Fuck it, we can go on til I kick the bucket
You suck it's, completely inevitable
Bite your own style, repeatedly inedible
I'm done son, your paradox socks worn thin
Stare at the box, you still rock mom's bin
Even though it was over, before it could begin
I declare this soberin' remindin', done...FIN

I'm done. Go ahead and come up with another verse that's all preachy about how I'm of lesser thought, whatever. After that, you can go touch yourself to the Wu Tang manual or some shit. Peace.

[The Nameless & Unnamable]

... Call it what you will, cause you do not know it... You're just a poet I hear you thinkin'g, what a waste... pack your mouth plastic paste, you're a homosexual... who dosn't understand the word no... Emphatically Now (Cypher)... pin hiper fire to your soul... you lump of coal... A whole heathen... repeatedly proud of the broke shit... that bleek future shit... fuck you... like the kamasutra... have faith... i'm a get you... fetch you bitch... and i call you my bitch, cause I add you to my zodiac when i change you into all sorts of creatures ... heavy handed bandit... I'm the one who takes you... repeatedly expose you to your fake you... the one who got you turnin'g to me when you need help and guidance ... you seek hard and suck hard for forming my alliance... and you drip for my science... like a well liked cunt... form another debotchery... some more fuckery and go home... i do you like I did Rome... like I did alll of you lost races... come home again... ET phone home again... I'm getting... beaming you up... light years beyond you... Time & space are my cape and pillow.. get up and yawn you... spawn you... yes it spawns you... son... and i call you my son cause my servents do...do to you the pitiful things the serpents do... to you... buzzards bitch... I speak speach blizzards and i gone you regularly... Hey mister Charlie, fuckin'g facial fluids is trash from buckin'g you down... electric bull... another kick back bitches, let it ride... slide my rooks take your noggin... dooney, conical top... force fed you languages and elipses is pittin'g another of your uneven footin'g, you're trippin'g... crooked acid-traffic-cop
in your high heels, lean into the gillotine again... I fuck you up when i give birth to you like Frankenstein... Piss you off like Hitler, when I talk to you like Einstein... dirty habit, that habitual smell of your roasted skill... cabin boy, bring me another log for the fire this fallen from hacks of tracks of claws and... and i go on clawing you from the marrs of you being strung out on the dragon... my prey... and I haunt you in order to give your demonic tragedy some rest... ecort you, voiceless game, you're sport... i court from a different mind frame... it ain't your name, but I call you that shit cause you ain't the same... you are un-alike... this rather vast expression of the God's value systems and these strategic rhythms...You are still waste land and it just didn't come down to bitches like you... I told you, you are style of pig... and I rip your wig in different spots cause that's just what I did, kid... your energies and meanings are slow-dork blended hybrid... the stork drops you off with no cloth, sloth of elfin magic... you're still back at it... and it's not there... I'm hiding you like peak-a-boo... so kids can see you're doo-doo... stuck you pin-kushin fuck... slide again and and... add another chapter to you ADD session... of course demon-politians promote synthetic shits... them wack-ass regular shits... pits of desparation throwin'g you petty fits... ripped by the Fittest wrapped by the baddest... clasped on the ropes of Willy Lynch like a necklace... you do not really peap the situation, with clarity... you stick your neck out for the thirsty blade... I'm swung-sword shogun for this only Lord... spit & sneeze Echlesiasties, the 7 levels of Enoch my child... collapse at these entries... for the force of galaxies, rare gem... all the open eyes check the gleam of them... yes you are my creature semen... and it makes you act the way you do... slide again... head again, third rail... your clocks coo-coo... clip off, tongues of the tastless... emotion bent a broke this portion of spendin'g... elaborates brain contortion, slew from the sportsman, Wu hold the ports for this... title belt extortion...

[AcidPhosphate69]

Alright, you might as well write for hours
Some might, believe in your magical powers
It's tragical, actual not factual
Maximal brain reactional
Casual, I've slain with a fractional
Of potential, you mental minded
I find it's trite, three timed it's
Bright, but rewind it's
Night and in you can't see
Be me, nor breathe free
Trapped in the lord of the rings
My "Lost Race" sings, Irish
Child of the Emerald Isle
Wild styles, I run for miles
We just gonna butt heads
About what each said
So, go eat bread with your fam
Just know, I don't give a damn
I'm still a man, crammed with stam-ina
I'm ina state of compassion, you another faction
I sit here, askin' what could this dude be blastin?
Ain't been home for days, I'd stay in action
I see you maxin' you skill to come kill
So in a way, I helped build and you can't deny
That before me, nobody tried
This beef died with my last verse
Hauled off, the whole cow in a hearse
If you want to come again, I'll be terse
We just don't mix, like wine and white shirts

Yeah, I see no end to this unless we battle and get votes. Or just get votes on this thread. So either way, fuck it.

[Eversick666]

What The Fuck Is This Shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[AcidPhosphate69]

What do you mean? This thread or one of our verses?

[Lil' Ruger]

acid i have to agree with you.....i'm not saying im the best but this shit is wack.......he's not masta killa.....not RZA....not GZA......and not INS...

and i didnt bother to read that big shit he dropped.

[INF]

and i didnt bother to read that big shit he dropped.

Thats where you fucked up.

Anyway, This thread/battle is outerspace due to both ppl posting/battling. AP69 you have some of the illest writtens here that I have ever seen you put down.

And to the nameless and unnamable , That shit is crazy! straight insane...

I cant even call it right now.

[Lil' Ruger]

well from what i read earlier none of it rhymed and it was corny did he get better?

[AcidPhosphate69]

Good looks, Infin. But yeah, it's worth a read pimptastic. If I'm the reason he pulled out the stops, I feel good about my effort regardless of the outcome.

[Eversick666]

man all the droppz from nameless are wack in my personal opinion,but if yall feeln it so be it.......must be a is land heredom thing.......