Elements > Tha Studio

MODIFIED: Trauma Diss Verse: Mike Jack Diss!!!!!!!

(1/4) > >>

infinite59:
on 10/23/01 at 23:40:35, Trauma wrote:Infinite.  You're An Ass.  What's Your Little Opinion About Me, Mr. "Tupac As A Religion".  



After it's over remember that your the honke that stated it/
Talkin that '2pac ain't a prophet shit,' not acknowledging his knowledge/
And since a prophet is one who predicts the future, and  what Pac said came true/
Then he qualifies because what better way to reach the youth than through music/
Prophesizing is inspired speach reaching the hearts of the people/
It's interpertations of the dreams of the people, so the hard times we can see through/
Our argument didn't have anything to do with 2pac or what I thought of you/
But that's the level that you brought this shit too, now what you gone do?/
Cause the level I'm on lyrically you can't see like microscopic dust particles/
Nothing artificial comes between me, as I ascend and become one with the clouds/
The combination of water vapor- and at a critical temperature I 'reign' on the seeds beneath/
I'm teaching like 2pac, but your not understanding but still I'm feeding/
Those that stay hungry and thirst for truth, you can hear it from me first/
What I think of you as a person, initially I had respect because you put it down for the West/
But now your reppin for Mike Jack, you got the wrong forum, talking bout how much you adore him/
I guess the music attracts fags, hearin that trash puts me in a straight jackets/
Trauma will be dressin drag in pants so tight comprised of fillers and additives that make plastic/
And Plastic is what I rap you in after I commit my hate crimes I'm gay bashing/
At first I gave you respect, you put it down for the West, but you had to ask for this/
Constantly confronting me personally over disagreements, your ignorance is bliss/
So no longer will I challenge it, you can remain happy, while inside you'll still be a bitch/
It's best you don't battle me, cause I bring heavy artilery, beating you militarily/
With elaborate strategy like Napolean, amassing suprise attacks by compact legions/
Studying the Art of War by Nicoli Makevelli, I'm battle ready, are you man enough to respond to me?

TheSheriff:
Somebody's angry.

Trauma-san:
You Say You're Intelligent, But Your Rhymes Speak Otherwise
You Try To Play The Bigga Man, But We Can See It In Your Eyes
The Disquise Of A Fool Who Knows He's Fighting That Last Unwinnable Battle
This Fool Infinitestimately Small But Trauma's Gettin' In The Saddle
Ridin' on Fools Like Desperados Did To Indians In The Way
This Must Be A Joke, I Only See Child, Can The REAL INFINITE COME OUT AND PLAY?
I Heard You Was A Gunslinger, I Only See Metaphors That's Gay
You Sayin "Reach For The Sky" I'm Yellin "Go Ahead, Make My Day"
Cuz I'm The One At Top I'm The Wildest Reppin' West
My Clint Eastwood Boots Ain't Afraid Of Your Calamity Jane Dress

Even A Cowgirl Like You Oughta Know About Religion
I Don't Even Need To Fight Because My Saviours Soul Has Risen
I Don't Even Need To Babble With Little Girls Who Don't Like Disses
Because I Know Anyman That Worships Rap Hasn't Been Payin' Attention
You Think Tupac Could Change Your Life, Or Pull You Out Of Danger?
Did Tupac Bring You Power Over All Tucked Safely In A Manger?
Did Tupac Ever Say He Wasn't Just An Ordinary Stranger?
Did Tupac Always Speak In Love, Or Did He Ever Yell In Anger?
Yeah, You See The Problem With Your Logic Is Tupac Is Just A Man
Tupac Never Said He Was Prophet, You Just Didn't Understand
A Man Like Tupac Can Bring It Knowledgeable, But Your Mind Can't Comprehend
Makaveli Makes It Deep, An Infinite's Respondin' With "Amen"
That's The Type Of Confusion Present In A Mind That's Clearly Young
Any Man Who's Mature Knows He's Not The Greatest One:
But I'ma Be Serious, And Break it Down And Help You Out
Cuz Trauma Is Humble And I Know To Help Those Who Live In Doubt
Drop Those Foolish Visions Of A MAN Who You Call Prophet
Recognize The Bible, And The Lessons We Take From it
You Talk Of Problems on Earth And Your Knee Deep in The Shit
Tupac Was A MAN, He's Just Came Along For The Trip

Next Time Before You Start Your Misguided Allegations
Try And Think If You Can Meet The Specifications
Cuz I'm Living Right, While You're Livin' In Confusion
I'm Trying To Live For God, Your Prophet Is Illusion
And When You Diss My Music, Or Say I'm Reppin' Something Inferior
Just Wait Until The Information Becomes A Little Clearer
Ask Yourself A Question, Is Hit Em Up The Words Of Jesus?
Would Jesus Make Fun Of Sickle Cell, Or Allow His Prophet To Ridicule Diseases?
I Think The Righteous Would Speak A Little Different
Next Time Your Looking For Love, You Can Find It In THESE Lyrics:

So WHY Do We Keep Stranglin' Life
Wound This Earth, Crucify It's Soul
You Know It's Plain To See,
This World Is Heavenly,
BE GODS GLOW

Rud:
IF WE ARE VOTIN ON THIS....


THEN TRAUMA WINS

HE CRUSHED INFINITE LIKE GOD CRUSHED 'SODHAM AND GHAMORA'


THAT AINT THE RITE SPELLINS BUT HEY - ITS MIDNIGHT

IM FUCKED


NITE


peace

Don Jacob:
damn trauma was VERY on point

Navigation

[0] Message Index

[#] Next page