like i said 3 roundz, 13 lines, whoever is battelin me drop first
peace
like i said 3 roundz, 13 lines, whoever is battelin me drop first
peace
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
aight i'm a drop in a minute S.K.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Battling this rookie is easy, and he's r.i.p. like Eric Wright..
In his lines he got more bites than dog-fights..
Sideous ain't nice,he's vaginal, rhyming with pussy-lips..
Lyrical he ain't reached puberty, he's a virgin rappin' kid..
who drops shit for the toilet bowl, i'm flushin' ya flow..
Until u show skills, like Godzilla this fool ain't real..
u ain't a thug chill, battering raw meats the only time u made blood spill..
U need practice like bitches on welfare need meals..
So go a head and write will, ya demise is close..
Leave you with pokes all in ya throat..
Fiend sniffin' the dope i be spittin'..
U ain't good for nothing but the riddance..
Cause this hoe can't see me like a blindman's vision..
Last edited by Mantra; 04-23-2007 at 02:23 PM.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
yo yo yo
i stack wack emcee corpses, wrigglin worms, rotting riggamortis
plottin chartered courses, your flows transparent like crystals and quartzes
lyrically storm this corp and warp storm the norm
reap your weak sweep like hackin through fields of corn
battle sidious? i spit verbal thorns, adorn your form
with sharp torns n scorns, i swarm wanabees with flows lukeworm
leave you with nothing, naked as the day you were born
like hardcore porn, i puncture skin through every orafice
murder all that exists, slaying from the depths of the oceanic abyss
catch a moutfull of my organic fist, a mericless mechanical bone twist
i own this, your just a parasite cyst, your fake front subsists
as you get lost in the chronic mist of katanas sensi spliff
i mentally rip, persist to kill an diss, you had your fill of this..your dismissed
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
i'll leave you on the frontline blinded by the son's shine..
Frame gutted by the sword of justice, fatality wit punchlines..
like one-time i'll leave u shackled in cuffs..
Rodney King beat u wit the hammer i clutch..
If that ain't enough i'll send a slut to castrate ya nuts wit a straight razor..
tie a cattle-rope around ya kneck then start the chevy blazer..
Make sure u survive so i can throw u in a freezer full of ice..
Put thorns in ya head like Christ, my tactics are trife..
gouge out ya eyes with a knife, and make u eat em..
onlookers looking at u laid out saying " we glad we ain't him"..
you ain't spitting up blood i'll make u swallow ya flem..
Kick ya teeth out with my tims, then piss on em..
And for the rest of ya life u won't forget this moment..
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
I stun n shun your stereotypical rap tongue
no puns, mo murder of sicknin saints verbal dung
your not 1 in a million, you aint no george jung
to the death gorge you get flung, get hung with a true vets mic cord son
you bite chords from real rappers leftover lyrical crumbs
I swing swords at your run-through I.Q ,manz deaf,blind and dumb
My meth,s shine for the prodigal some, your barz flee from my logical sum
homie sing a long, cuz your chances of comeback verge on none,
The flaming surge of my machine-gun delivery, shots fly from the drum
Your half kilo ego crum-bles, end your career the jigsaws jumb-eld,
another sting by the bee bumble, You’re battleship got sunken, iris dilated n shrunken, damn dounut got dunkin, Your mama slut, got a true sidious spunkin, “bitch stop mumblin” as I stuck the power thumpin, A crucifying Crumpling, I dipped her in my sause like jamaican dumplins!
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
your turn g........
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
I'm not really in battle mode man, i guess we could just pass this one off.
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
so you forfit i guess i win then?
peace
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
does any dude wants to start on this battle fresh?
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
yo Sidious, we still need closing votes to our battle, let's try and git that done as well, aight, 1!
aight, tell katz to vote.....we got 1 so far from sleep sinatra
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
yo.....any dudes want to battle feel free.........
Bank heist in Kathmandu, it was a slaughter
The day Buddha was born it rained tea instead of water
yall should just do some votes, you both spit 2 verses each, so let's begin,
flow-kitana
creativity-kitana
punches-jts
wordplay-kitana
vocab-kitana
not a bad battle but I think Kitana was more dominant in those areas where I voted
vote=Sidious Kitana
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