Punches, no hooks

[Definitive X]

All of these fuckin' groupie rappers want to get next to this
Prophesize the future of you muhfuckers like fortunes of King Oedipus
Red and split you down the middle like Moses with some stubble
You already went pop, I ain't got to bust ya bubble
Do I look like Cam'Ron? Don't treat me like a fuckin' fool
Or you can catch some Das Efx and get skiggidy-schooled
The rules? There's no guidelines to my madness
I'll leave your dumb ass to fill in the blanks like Madlibs
Off the top with the rhymes, but stay grounded
You could be Ben Wallace and still not be able to rebound, kid
Nothin', got you locked down like a welfare check
Carry the world on my shoulders like I was Bizaare's neck
From his fake Air Forces to the extensions, ya man's phony
It only takes me two minutes to cook MCs rice-a-roni
You could get dropped like Mike Tyson, and I'm half-an-Irishman
The end, MCs are like Jay's chips, can't stop eatin' them.

[kell16]

Carry the world on my shoulders like I was Bizaare's neck

the rap was o.k but this line^^ stood out the most

[MASTER PAI MEI]

Nice One XTadas

[Ronin]

good shit, some good flowing and decent punches in their

oedipidus line splayed out though

[GuardianOne]

This was raw!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Nice flow!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Sicka than aidZ]

cool.....i like the madlib line

[Strickland]

Catch a punch line like a right hook to your grill son you got me fired up ready ta charcoal your ass for real dun/
Test my energy I've built knowledge mentally since the years of me being young I'll shit on you like cow dung/
What? Cat got'cha tongue/
With what I've brought to the count I done left you stung like the killah-bee infantry rapping exquisitely without a doubt you aint shit ta me but an enemy/
An Anonymity associated feeling the angst as if I'm hated and can't take it no more/
I'll be back in a few lemme run to the liquor store/

[G...]

[I used to use many punches when battling so peep...]

Flex with my next move like the next blow that's hitting you
Keep some 'spare TP', but believe I ain't 'shitting you'
Punch you with the fist that I fisted my bitch-with
But watch out for the hand which I just wiped my shit-with
'Cause you really 'full of piss', like an 'open urinal'
And you rep sounds repetitive like your rhyming recital
I take the title like Tyson in his prime, never dropped
Your bitch ass got money? Cause your queer ass was shopped
Your a 'fag', not the smoking type, the type you fucking spit-on
Your like 'wasted wood' like paper never writ-on
I literally eat you, not lyrically tho
Cause I'm cannibalistic, not a lyrical foe
Fuck straws, I'm a Pharoah and you drew the short tomb
I'm cool, but you 'sweating like Michael Jackson in a court room'

[Create]

those punches suck