ok im gonna post one now....
i got wicked-scripturez, complete with heat and still gettin-lit-worse/
illuminating to brighten your visionz like mimmickz of vivid-picturez/
aint no way you can slay the rhymez-of-a-beast with a mind-full-of-heat/
this style of mine rewindz in time to make other emcee's lines-obsolete/
throw me in tha dark, my wordz'll "lighten the mood" like polite-talk/
right-off the bat i rack fagz who write stackz of battlez that i've-chopped/
opposerz get stepped on like side-walkz, i just dont buy crime-talk/
ive got experience, serious, dot foolz off like periods, they're outlined-in-chalk/
this aint murder-speech, it's like sum folks just dont know cuz they never heard-of-heat/
catch tha worst-of-me when i'm hurtin-G'z with rhymez so cold it leavez ya shirt-on-freeze/
this is real-wordplay, im spittin viscious sick shit at smurf to kill-her-spray (spit)/
toss another pill-her-way, cuz my flowz infest headz and leave em ill-this-way/
there'z no technique-like-mine... people try but still tha best-heat's-my-linez/
nobody gonna defeat-this-lion, this shit'll make your mind weak-like-time/
who's on-my-level? like rockz-to-pebblez people dont measure up so drop-tha-shovel/
cuz your diggin your own~hole, right where u gon-go, u scared like u just popped-tha-devil/
call me Lucifer, im shootin-smurfs, fuckin chump, that runt is loozin-fur/
this bitch trick claimz he'z a pimp, but getz punked by his net chick to stay true-to-her/
i hate fakez who say they bang-blue.... like tha fad the fagz had changed-to..../
rappin~bout clappin~roundz without being action~bound.... my boy Kreace is deceased, smurf you'll get your chest stained-too/
body mangled.... this is more-than-rapz, if we meet in tha streetz u get tore-in-half/
ive been storin-gatz, pourin-vast amountz of roundz.... you'll need a tank to get this Norte-back/
ill destroy-this-scrap.... how doez he bang a set without homeboyz?/
actin like he rappin bout past blastinz when he never even seen a chrome-toy!/
my style comez natural, past~fools with whack~tools to deploy-their-pearls/****
my shit'z tha way it should be like boys-with-girls.... fake emceez break down when my wordz destroy-their-worlds/
this is new-shit to make ya folkz looze-it like brain contusionz/
body bruizin from tha beating you're seeing from this vocal full-clip/
im cappin-men with it to deminish bitchez.... that'z wut'z happenin/
shit getz tragic-when your fuckin neck startz comin up "short" like an "acronym"/
****by pearls i mean their prized posession, meaning their flowz. if there'z anything else you guyz dont understand hit me up and ill explain.
this is more of tha type of verse this battle wuz SUPPOSED to have. i tried not to make it a battle verse, and for me it'z not, but i had to attack back at that putom a few timez. LoL. this is wut i mean by lyrikal smurf, WORDPLAY more than anything. but wutever is wutever.
