It's June 10, 2024, 05:29:02 AM
"U all noise" and ~no punches~ like u firing out "blank bullets"/forgetten to rop half decent rhymes liek u sufferen "7 cases of amnesia"/he couldn't even "punch-lines" if he boxed 8 "Herds-of-Zebras"/********************************************i don't "digest" weak Mcs like you jus because i'm "lack-flows-intolerant"/*****************************************even if u held down "control B" all day ur lyrics still couldn be "bold"/i switch mode, caus ya lyrics "old", i got u in "check-mate" they so "out-of-date" they growing "mould"/imma be a "bandit" takin the "bone structure" out ya "hand" cuzz u leavin this battle "empty-handed"/ i getten stranded and DISSbanded caus i beat u wit "one" hand behind mah back "single handed"/ur "reputation" is "unstable" like 10 elephants balancing on a "single cable"/this iz "street fightz" and im "guile" and i got u in "wackness denial"/ur lyrics so fucken wack, if i was a "computer virus" i wouldn stop to "delete ur file"/maxi da "solo" lyrical military rippen u, like dolls of VooDoo i poke u full of pins with "acu(te)punch(es)ure"/(acupuncture or acute punches)i "disrupt ya"(disrupture), to philosophy tha7th philosohpies, like "CSN" on "ESPN" i hunt u for sport and take ur keystyes as "trophies"/peircen ur "defensive armour", "shitting on u from great heights" in 'street fights' ~like the japs in pearl harbour~, i sink ya "battle shipz"/with "catastropic punch hits" from "fool-proof hitz", (u a fool) i create "killa text" ima fucken "rhyming phenon" ~WHOSE NEXT~/ (goldberg)
wow, this caught me by a surprise, but it's cool............So here's tha rematch I guess...........********************************************* 8)Check it out.........So u wanna a find a stragedy 2 beat tha G.O.A.T?/ Aiight start by takin notes on every rhyme on this board I ever wrote/ By tha way Im still searchin 4 yur skillz through a microscope/Yur skills only go in negatives like Tiger Wood pars/ But dont worry/ When u die, Tha rest of CSN is still here 2 blow me/Ima cool yur lil ass down quicker than a broken fire hydrant/Split yur liver when I deliver tha vocal tyrant/I'm inspiring, like a dictator I conscript ya/Place u on tha front line and hope a bullet slits ya/I'll inscript ya, like a DNA chain mixed with pain/Insert tha words "U can't win against tha G.O.A.T" on tha left side of yur brain/Half tha shit u spit is plainly irrelevant/Best wishes 2 ya, and a tear 4 my sentiment/Yur death is upon u, its simply prevalent.......I rule this Keystyle section, and I sentence yur death/Block yur lil esophagus, and conquer every breath/Props 4 steppin in tha ring, but Ima have 2 put u 2 rest/ Back 2 yur nest/Wish that I had a tape of ya shit/ know why?So I could have tha joy of pressin eject............