ROUND 1:
[Xtadas]
Look, this cat Intellekt ain't as smart as his name implies
This muthafucka tells more lies than beaten husbands with black eyes
You ain't raw, muthafucka, now your goose has been cooked kiddo
Couldn't drop knowledge if he tossed a book out a tenement window
Couldn't spark a thought if he lit his brain with a spliff
Couldn't drop heavy if he tied an avil round his ankle and jumped off a cliff
I got punches for days, how many rounds you want?
I'll take it back to the thrilla in Manilla, and you can be Foreman for sport
So please believe that I'll relieve myself on ya sleeve
And make you wipe ya nose, suffocate you with my seed
I'm a calm muthafucka, until I get riotous and violent
Connected, for ya funeral, I'll get Yitzhak Perlman to play the violin
I end more careers than a sexual assault conviction
Xtadas also known as Gary Condit, I'll leave you bitches missin'
Reminiscin' over you, just another page in my novella
You couldn't screw me out of money if your name was Jerry Heller
I drop jewels, you drop coal like Santa does to kids with bad behavior
I'll smack you twice for every time that you call me a hater
Get your own DJ to pop my record on the deck and switch the fater
20 bars, cuz it was time for Intellekt to meet his maker.

[Intellekt]
If Im Such A Clown On The Forums, Spawn This Scripture And Regulate Ya,
Transform And Disown Your Charecter, Mutha Fucka Im The Violater
Vandalize And Vaporize Your Spiritual Type Biblical And Baracade Ya
You Die And Try With Jesus To Walk Vertical, Even With A Cain You Wouldnt Be Abel
Have You Runnin From My Chrome Silver Sable, Heart Cables Catch A Blood Clot
Blood Pumpin, Glock Catches Hot Signals With Heat Seakin Bullets To Snatch You.....
.....On The Next Block, Hollow Flocks Pierces More Then Air, They Sneek Till You Drop
Reaper Of The Dark, Intellekt Guide With An Phantom Mind, Fuck 1 Round, Lets Go 2.....
...I'll Meet You In The Next Spot, The Virtual Stage Where I'll Whatch your Body Rott
You Feelin The Best? Maybe i Should Etch A Skull On My Chest, Punish With Sentences
Just Cope With My Relentless, Illa-NOISE Ya hopin, It's Intellekts Frequncey That Gots Your Mind Open.............................................. ..................................................
To Spit Thos Rhymes, Seem Like Desperato Cause, Their Hangin Off The Edge Slopin,
Bairy Ya Noise In Coke Like An Avalanch, Ya Chokin When You Spit, No Advatage, Intellekt.....Rocked This Shit, Fuck ,To Be Continued Wait And Light Your Splif
Just to Keep A Hush Puff On Ya Lips.......................................

ROUND 2:

[Xtadas]
You wanted a second round, whining on a bullshit tip
To be honest, your rhymes wouldn't impress me if they jumped out the page and backflipped
This shit is more than a route, you should have listened to Sun
After I end ya battle career, you'll have more than enough time to write that album
I laugh at you, muthafucka so insecure, he's gotta call Tuco out
That's my brother, you got beef with him, I'm takin' liberties with ya moms on ya couch
Just check my throne, and your low placement
Your word wouldn't be Bond if you tried a Sean Connery impersonation
I've been patient, until you acted like fiends were in the grip of your lasso
Muthafucka, you couldn't hustle green cards in El Paso
Couldn't sell a wheelchair to Christopher Reeve
Couldn't give a preteen to a Catholic priest
Xtadas a beast, you ain't shit but a cockroach with two legs
Five percent? I'll take your arms, legs, and snatch off ya head
It's been said that I've been a little too hard on you with my rhymes
I'm sorry, how bout I pay for the Kleenex every time that you cry
My style be off the chain like stray dogs, you took an L like weed thieves
Caught a reprieve from me cuz two rounds is too much to beat you easily
Fuck a six-shooter, here's twenty bullets to your brain, friend
If I'm winnin' unanimously, shit, then you can't really whine again...

WAITING ON INTELLEKT...