Seak vs Ironic Commando
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Sorry for the wait... without further delay....
this one’s for the old days… I’m spittin close range wit no strays//
till I divorce Commando’s head from his neck like that ex wife of OJ’s//
your rusty, trust me… what’s it been like, damn dog 3 years?//
in the mean time, seak’s rhymes- been makin cats hold their tongues like grand mal seizures//
I saw ya last battle, read your lines and I ain’t feelin none//
so fuck punches… all I need is me and my girlfriend, she’s .45 and “She Bangs” like William Hung//
peal ya son… I ain’t talking bout muscles when I flex and “bear arms” so…//
bow when ya see the Return of the King, shotin foul shots in ya home like its Arco//
after Commando reads this- he’ll play Copycat like Harry Connick//
but soldier, you’ll still get discharged by ya superior… now isn’t that Ironic?//
iconic, I’ve mastered this… Kawada's not a sane man//
must be slow wit autism, still the auto-gets-him when I let it “Rainman”//
he ain’t changed man… so I already know he’ll//
say he’s Insurmountable…and make a mountain out of a mole hill//
but with no skill, the truth is this boob just tickles me//
so I’ll shockingly expose son (sun), like Janet Jackson’s nipple ring//
this one’s for the old days… I’m spittin close range wit no strays//
till I divorce Commando’s head from his neck like that ex wife of OJ’s//
your rusty, trust me… what’s it been like, damn dog 3 years?//
in the mean time, seak’s rhymes- been makin cats hold their tongues like grand mal seizures//
I saw ya last battle, read your lines and I ain’t feelin none//
so fuck punches… all I need is me and my girlfriend, she’s .45 and “She Bangs” like William Hung//
peal ya son… I ain’t talking bout muscles when I flex and “bear arms” so…//
bow when ya see the Return of the King, shotin foul shots in ya home like its Arco//
after Commando reads this- he’ll play Copycat like Harry Connick//
but soldier, you’ll still get discharged by ya superior… now isn’t that Ironic?//
iconic, I’ve mastered this… Kawada's not a sane man//
must be slow wit autism, still the auto-gets-him when I let it “Rainman”//
he ain’t changed man… so I already know he’ll//
say he’s Insurmountable…and make a mountain out of a mole hill//
but with no skill, the truth is this boob just tickles me//
so I’ll shockingly expose son (sun), like Janet Jackson’s nipple ring//
aight...i got this
i didnt wanna do this to you, but.....
only way you could attack-me is by a gat-squeeze// even then, your leavin with a punctured lung and scratched-knees//fuck saddam..."i-rack-keys" like columbian inventory//
i can tell-tell-your-stressed from the way you held-ya-breath, but before you swell-ya-chest...get-some-spinach//i'll cut-n-paste ya fuckin-face with a slut-in-lace, so you can fit-ya-image// now your better equiped to get ya shit-deminished// spit-the-finish...jef bats more balls than a chicks-in-tennis//you stay on my shit-list//i diss-miss "miss-fits" like a big-chick adjusting her mid-drift//when ya girl try to visit the primises..no saviour, fuck a cape-mask-and-cowl//i allow you to keep ya "bitch"...i dont date-basset-hounds///grab ya face,-bash-and-pound with a mace-stashed-around the corner...yo, i'll mop-you-bruh//after im done poppin-ya like billy bob did to that broad in gothika//..chased and mangled, "embrace-the-dangle"...no skittles in ya mouth, i think you missed the real meaning of "taste-the-rainbow"
yo...treat you like walt disney...left-in-stasis// "erected-faces" leave you sexed-and-base-ed// apparently you receive protien from unexpected-places
i didnt wanna do this to you, but.....
only way you could attack-me is by a gat-squeeze// even then, your leavin with a punctured lung and scratched-knees//fuck saddam..."i-rack-keys" like columbian inventory//
i can tell-tell-your-stressed from the way you held-ya-breath, but before you swell-ya-chest...get-some-spinach//i'll cut-n-paste ya fuckin-face with a slut-in-lace, so you can fit-ya-image// now your better equiped to get ya shit-deminished// spit-the-finish...jef bats more balls than a chicks-in-tennis//you stay on my shit-list//i diss-miss "miss-fits" like a big-chick adjusting her mid-drift//when ya girl try to visit the primises..no saviour, fuck a cape-mask-and-cowl//i allow you to keep ya "bitch"...i dont date-basset-hounds///grab ya face,-bash-and-pound with a mace-stashed-around the corner...yo, i'll mop-you-bruh//after im done poppin-ya like billy bob did to that broad in gothika//..chased and mangled, "embrace-the-dangle"...no skittles in ya mouth, i think you missed the real meaning of "taste-the-rainbow"
yo...treat you like walt disney...left-in-stasis// "erected-faces" leave you sexed-and-base-ed// apparently you receive protien from unexpected-places
time for round two… he’s bound to dread this//
it’s Ironic, cause if this is Gothika… he’s staring as that dead bitch//
headless… since ya stuck ya neck out, ya head I’m takin//
grab and twist… ‘six degrees of separation’ like Kevin Bacon//
I’m sickly, puncture kidneys and use ya pancreas for Frisbees//
my hitlist populated by folks 6 feet “Down Under” like Sydney’s//
grimly… I slash wit the cat-of-nine, gash ya back-and-spine//
don't mind the laughin, crimes of “Passion” a habit of mine//
I'll out last em… I got the longevity- armed heavily//
after the carnage ya carcass departs heavenly//
fucking with Seak… ya better reconsider retirement//
ya suck dick… goin down on more poles than firemen//
aspirin, to beat me but defeat suits you better//
so when I add U to the IC, Intensive Care… that’s ya future to the letter//
it’s Ironic, cause if this is Gothika… he’s staring as that dead bitch//
headless… since ya stuck ya neck out, ya head I’m takin//
grab and twist… ‘six degrees of separation’ like Kevin Bacon//
I’m sickly, puncture kidneys and use ya pancreas for Frisbees//
my hitlist populated by folks 6 feet “Down Under” like Sydney’s//
grimly… I slash wit the cat-of-nine, gash ya back-and-spine//
don't mind the laughin, crimes of “Passion” a habit of mine//
I'll out last em… I got the longevity- armed heavily//
after the carnage ya carcass departs heavenly//
fucking with Seak… ya better reconsider retirement//
ya suck dick… goin down on more poles than firemen//
aspirin, to beat me but defeat suits you better//
so when I add U to the IC, Intensive Care… that’s ya future to the letter//
fuck it...im up i might aswell rip it up now
really though..
brotha, you've been a bitch-for-days, with talks of clips-and-strays//the only reason you sick cause you fuck chicks-with-aids// really-dun...damn right my "willy's-hung"//yet you're a bigger "ass-man" than billy-gun// i won, it's finished-im-done//while you pop the clip in to replenish-your-hun...imma be at-this-rap-shit when i attack-with-hatchets//even if ya blast-is-accurate...im a missle-proof fickled-youth, you cant penatrate or innovate///i incenerate seak on my dinner-plate// im rude but dood you-can-get-this abuse-and-siccness// kawada eats emcees like kawalahs to euciliptus// you need to properly "use-dimentions"...you've been having trouble recently// can't tell mountains for mole hills..."seek" can't see, hows that for irony// stoppin my punches with your mouth sets up your "grill" for wiring// lookin to kanya west for inspiring//yo...im so hot, i leave the sun perspiring// i snatched janet's boob...you went on e-bay to buy-your-ring for your own private-thing// bloke,-you-dont-know..you seek to find peeps smoke-ya-blow-hole// you're an unfunny joke-with-no-flow who's more "flamboyant" than a floatin-homo// whooo, thats visious// my "dis-taste" for you is quite delicious//your life-is-fiction, you dont even have the strength to grip the vice-for-twistin//what's next, your ice-is-glistin//no, thats moltin-metal spit from my throte-and-jef'll..get his core exposed revealing the soft pink truth// battered and blue cause you get plenty of use...
really though..
brotha, you've been a bitch-for-days, with talks of clips-and-strays//the only reason you sick cause you fuck chicks-with-aids// really-dun...damn right my "willy's-hung"//yet you're a bigger "ass-man" than billy-gun// i won, it's finished-im-done//while you pop the clip in to replenish-your-hun...imma be at-this-rap-shit when i attack-with-hatchets//even if ya blast-is-accurate...im a missle-proof fickled-youth, you cant penatrate or innovate///i incenerate seak on my dinner-plate// im rude but dood you-can-get-this abuse-and-siccness// kawada eats emcees like kawalahs to euciliptus// you need to properly "use-dimentions"...you've been having trouble recently// can't tell mountains for mole hills..."seek" can't see, hows that for irony// stoppin my punches with your mouth sets up your "grill" for wiring// lookin to kanya west for inspiring//yo...im so hot, i leave the sun perspiring// i snatched janet's boob...you went on e-bay to buy-your-ring for your own private-thing// bloke,-you-dont-know..you seek to find peeps smoke-ya-blow-hole// you're an unfunny joke-with-no-flow who's more "flamboyant" than a floatin-homo// whooo, thats visious// my "dis-taste" for you is quite delicious//your life-is-fiction, you dont even have the strength to grip the vice-for-twistin//what's next, your ice-is-glistin//no, thats moltin-metal spit from my throte-and-jef'll..get his core exposed revealing the soft pink truth// battered and blue cause you get plenty of use...
