POETRY/RAP battle Part III aka The Lion's Den
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I very much appreciate ya props.
I think I'll enjoy my time here as part-time slaughterer.
I think I'll enjoy my time here as part-time slaughterer.
In the Gladiator pit...
Butch & Sundance both tried to take-out Rusell Crowe.
But the double-chumps dropped their double-guns
and got double-teamed with just ONE flow...
soon as Djimon jumped off the chariot
and started throwing blows.
The first thought he was fiery like a Backdraft
Until "Shadow" Rimgale stopped his grim-tale
and DeNiro came with a brief-speech that
doused his clout like the Fire-Chief of the Hazmat.
Now I didn't mind when the other used my X-men in his death-lines...
But I got vexed when he stopped meeting my deadlines...
While spilling "my ink" all outside-the-lines!!!!
Now this Euro cat forming Unions and talkin' reckless ...
ON MY DIME?!?!
Nah, I ain't having that.
Since their storyboards ain't get no betta....
Time to "X" these Professors who keep costing me cheddar.
Stan Lee came back with a wicked rhyme...
And took their cartoon hooks off his books...
and sent these 2 writers back to the picket-line.
So in your next bloody rebuttal about Gladiators...
and how you "Killing the Game" and all the players....
You 2 Pep Boys don't forget to mention this scuffle
while you fixing my muffler & radiator.
Stand 'em up and body the bastards
think you GOD of the fastest?
I'll leave you red, damn monkey gate crasher,
I'm five lives deep in this earthly crash test,
Bless my soul
I fall far inside the hole of hell...
grab my soul and grail
your just another nerd trying to find his way in this glorious shell,
Let me walk you through what I call sane,
drink the potion with lords lost inside of their own brain,
beg the prince to understand the pauper,
outside the local chapters with a forty and a bag that'll cost ya,
I meet up with old men,
and sell you for a fifth of brown omens...
buy you back with a sack of green grown gems...
Peter couldn't pick a better Piper,
Call me Johnny Appleseed,
Even after degrees, I'm back on them forest smelling seeds...
not even after the geez, I just needed a breeze...
a walking aphrodisiac that could deal with my deeds
I'm a forecast above the fallen vultures
I teach the blind and turn around to learn my culture,
you are going to miss it man
not even half equipped to understand...
Majestik now you know I go cuss you right
I say that with love by the way.
Displayed upon canvas atavistic
Inverted crucified shadowed monastic
Nailed to the whipping tree most sadistic
Stalking forth from the caverns of verse so cryptic
She called my name and asked me to viciously bring it
Behold the return of the Slashing Gods first born son Mr MajestiK
Peeling back the flesh and viscera of the vain
Leaving them broken and battered beneath an acid rain
Competing against my machiavellian and merciless refrain
Guarantees opponents a cup of undiluted hemlock laced pain
Honed tools of my trade
Of the highest and tested grade
Fear justified because they should be afraid
For all underworthy bastards will fall before MajestiKs Blade
Inverted crucified shadowed monastic
Nailed to the whipping tree most sadistic
Stalking forth from the caverns of verse so cryptic
She called my name and asked me to viciously bring it
Behold the return of the Slashing Gods first born son Mr MajestiK
Peeling back the flesh and viscera of the vain
Leaving them broken and battered beneath an acid rain
Competing against my machiavellian and merciless refrain
Guarantees opponents a cup of undiluted hemlock laced pain
Honed tools of my trade
Of the highest and tested grade
Fear justified because they should be afraid
For all underworthy bastards will fall before MajestiKs Blade
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Mr Majestik I got me some love for yuh 
dun know....hmmm I got a lil fetish for blades I happen to like urs 
Displayed upon canvas atavistic
Inverted crucified shadowed monastic
Nailed to the whipping tree most sadistic
Stalking forth from the caverns of verse so cryptic
She called my name and asked me to viciously bring it
Behold the return of the Slashing Gods first born son Mr MajestiK
Peeling back the flesh and viscera of the vain
Leaving them broken and battered beneath an acid rain
Competing against my machiavellian and merciless refrain
Guarantees opponents a cup of undiluted hemlock laced pain
Honed tools of my trade
Of the highest and tested grade
Fear justified because they should be afraid
For all underworthy bastards will fall before MajestiKs Blade
Stand 'em up and body the bastards
think you GOD of the fastest?
I'll leave you red, damn monkey gate crasher,
I'm five lives deep in this earthly crash test,
Bless my soul
I fall far inside the hole of hell...
grab my soul and grail
your just another nerd trying to find his way in this glorious shell,
Let me walk you through what I call sane,
drink the potion with lords lost inside of their own brain,
beg the prince to understand the pauper,
outside the local chapters with a forty and a bag that'll cost ya,
I meet up with old men,
and sell you for a fifth of brown omens...
buy you back with a sack of green grown gems...
Peter couldn't pick a better Piper,
Call me Johnny Appleseed,
Even after degrees, I'm back on them forest smelling seeds...
not even after the geez, I just needed a breeze...
a walking aphrodisiac that could deal with my deeds
I'm a forecast above the fallen vultures
I teach the blind and turn around to learn my culture,
you are going to miss it man
not even half equipped to understand...
The three or four minutes, I used to review your poor sentences
cause the awful thought that, none of what you brought is important in any sense.
I look at maturity with a disgust, for its childish mannerisms
quiet the languages that don't comply with my infinite span of wisdom.
Are you a man or a pigeon? I studied and mastered physics, I flashed a massive prism past your flesh and thin skin that exhibited your most inner characteristics.
And discovered your spinal chord, is anorexic, more or less it's absent with, half an inch of the slimmest craft of thin string, and this is what comprises the bone structure in the back, that's attached to his wings.
Nevertheless, I can't imagine him passing a distance of more than three feet.
A little ahead of you, my one and every move, is scheduled into
a planner for the next three weeks.
I notice molecules plotting moves, and speak the language of watts and joules.
So when lightening is striking, I'm the bi-polar mind that summoned them to follow you.
Life is a movie, let me display captions
"The Old Men" Scenes, were nothing but paid actors
I cast your life into a grim and dismal existence
Looked upon your family, and felt pitiful for this shit
Set up fantasies to surround the scenes, of this thing you call reality, nothing from what you make it out to be.
Haven't you found the reason that your heart sounds a beat? It's only because I allow the deed.
You could envision the grimmest depiction of the ending to this living existence, and still sleep in a better position than if this written was to finish it's intended victim.
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Once again, very gratifying to see you're impressed...
...is that straight face a Lady Scorpio trademark?
...is that straight face a Lady Scorpio trademark?
I do however have this ever thirst for blood 
Red
Do you hear that eulogy
look at the program, it's you, you see
true indeed
it's you who bleed
God bless the vampires upon you whom feed
Another innocent soul who's death screams an pleads, we read
through out this thread
You walking Zombie on the day of the dead
Fucking with me is like fucking with a 8 foot well armed Bodyguard of Selassie Dread
I'll bop your eye red
Samson of Damages?
I think NOTS
You flaky and soft like a freshly baked croissant
While I'm the rebirth of Toussaint
The cloned evolution
to lead the 2nd revolution
I suggest you stay out of my revolution
Or the circle of those I attack
Because I rattle facts with battle rap
Go head, bitch, cry, tattle that
You think what you spit is representative of an Alpha MC?
When you dared to challenge the one and only me?
The rap God who will punish your penance
This is word war III, you need to soldier up in it
Or stand down and admit your finished
Before I leave your jaw dented
You'll make rich a dentist
I got a Rhyme tipped ICBM and I ain't scared to first strike send it
I'm the rap Rap G.W. Bush willing to shit on your senate
Remove your cartilage from bone in less than 5 mins.
Do you hear that eulogy
look at the program, it's you, you see
true indeed
it's you who bleed
God bless the vampires upon you whom feed
Another innocent soul who's death screams an pleads, we read
through out this thread
You walking Zombie on the day of the dead
Fucking with me is like fucking with a 8 foot well armed Bodyguard of Selassie Dread
I'll bop your eye red
Samson of Damages?
I think NOTS
You flaky and soft like a freshly baked croissant
While I'm the rebirth of Toussaint
The cloned evolution
to lead the 2nd revolution
I suggest you stay out of my revolution
Or the circle of those I attack
Because I rattle facts with battle rap
Go head, bitch, cry, tattle that
You think what you spit is representative of an Alpha MC?
When you dared to challenge the one and only me?
The rap God who will punish your penance
This is word war III, you need to soldier up in it
Or stand down and admit your finished
Before I leave your jaw dented
You'll make rich a dentist
I got a Rhyme tipped ICBM and I ain't scared to first strike send it
I'm the rap Rap G.W. Bush willing to shit on your senate
Remove your cartilage from bone in less than 5 mins.
Eenie Meenie Minee Moe, catch a tiger by it's toe,
listen to my little flow, I'm gonna put on a show.
listen to my little flow, I'm gonna put on a show.
Dog I think that you should go
Suck some dick or take some pole
This shit here is just for pros
And you seem to be a little slow
Maybe you are just play play
and this is some harsh shit to say
but next time you bring this shit our way
it won't be your lucky day
Hurricane Shane aka Dexter serial killer Red your eulogy has been read
wut say you Red
Do you hear that eulogy
look at the program, it's you, you see
true indeed
it's you who bleed
God bless the vampires upon you whom feed
Another innocent soul who's death screams an pleads, we read
through out this thread
You walking Zombie on the day of the dead
Fucking with me is like fucking with a 8 foot well armed Bodyguard of Selassie Dread
I'll bop your eye red
Samson of Damages?
I think NOTS
You flaky and soft like a freshly baked croissant
While I'm the rebirth of Toussaint
The cloned evolution
to lead the 2nd revolution
I suggest you stay out of my revolution
Or the circle of those I attack
Because I rattle facts with battle rap
Go head, bitch, cry, tattle that
You think what you spit is representative of an Alpha MC?
When you dared to challenge the one and only me?
The rap God who will punish your penance
This is word war III, you need to soldier up in it
Or stand down and admit your finished
Before I leave your jaw dented
You'll make rich a dentist
I got a Rhyme tipped ICBM and I ain't scared to first strike send it
I'm the rap Rap G.W. Bush willing to shit on your senate
Remove your cartilage from bone in less than 5 mins.
Andey meh King ignore dem tings yes
get back to the real lions in here dahlin Dog I think that you should go
Suck some dick or take some pole
This shit here is just for pros
And you seem to be a little slow
Maybe you are just play play
and this is some harsh shit to say
but next time you bring this shit our way
it won't be your lucky day
Dog I think that you should go
Suck some dick or take some pole
This shit here is just for pros
And you seem to be a little slow
Maybe you are just play play
and this is some harsh shit to say
but next time you bring this shit our way
it won't be your lucky day
Andeyhollawho, who the heck are you?
I really wish I knew, because this rhyme is through.
I cannot believe, it's I who bleeds, for vampire teeth can't pry a leak from the flesh that covers my entire being.
The red-tinged coat, expends bins of sulfur, and if you get too close, nothing can prevent the scent from turning your head into mulch. As you may have observed from earlier sights, no one's concernced with my words of advice.
So, the blood particles and spatter patterns landed on my shoulder blades and nape area then all the blood on my back just vanished.
Soaken into the pores of my skin, it forged a course and explored the corridors of my nervous system.
His blood plasma fused, with cannibal-istic attributes added to his natural, nasty and rude, attitude gave birth to a savage, new, animal.
So, making an appearance in this species' sleek features is the crimson stained blood, from enemies he's defeated.
I'm all the tints, of shine designed from styles that range from Ra to Em.
From the incompetence your lines present,
you should not attempt to to spar with him.
The consequence is dark and grim, chances are it's far from slim.
Pardon this, but it's larger than Sarah Jessica Parker's chin.
To my degree and calibur, you ain't able to spit.
Your heartbeat sounds like a tambourine shake with a lisp.
With this, I'd be an addition to the collection of weak men
If I let myself sink to, the level of weakness
needed to respect your opinion.
If I collapse to the floor, I have to get tall.
You don't have the grammatical usage, needed to have an upperhand in this music to damage and abuse, the handful of fools that challenege the ruler.
Your calendar's moving closer to your day of demise, maybe if I, put an end to the statements I write, you'd be able to shine.
And if somehow, you made it this high, 18 to 5, inch blades and knives will find their place to reside in any space they can find in between your face and your thigh.
You can't say Munk's a liar, my saliva glands are napalm suppliers that spray balls of fire to break your empire.
The sentences I demonstrate could disintegrate the Great Wall of China.
I create bars to remind you, of this sinister presence
forever in debt to infinite penance, sentencing men to never ending stints of oppression as I'm a victim to an excessive obsession for death and such.
The red-tinged coat, expends bins of sulfur, and if you get too close, nothing can prevent the scent from turning your head into mulch. As you may have observed from earlier sights, no one's concernced with my words of advice.
So, the blood particles and spatter patterns landed on my shoulder blades and nape area then all the blood on my back just vanished.
Soaken into the pores of my skin, it forged a course and explored the corridors of my nervous system.
His blood plasma fused, with cannibal-istic attributes added to his natural, nasty and rude, attitude gave birth to a savage, new, animal.
So, making an appearance in this species' sleek features is the crimson stained blood, from enemies he's defeated.
I'm all the tints, of shine designed from styles that range from Ra to Em.
From the incompetence your lines present,
you should not attempt to to spar with him.
The consequence is dark and grim, chances are it's far from slim.
Pardon this, but it's larger than Sarah Jessica Parker's chin.
To my degree and calibur, you ain't able to spit.
Your heartbeat sounds like a tambourine shake with a lisp.
With this, I'd be an addition to the collection of weak men
If I let myself sink to, the level of weakness
needed to respect your opinion.
If I collapse to the floor, I have to get tall.
You don't have the grammatical usage, needed to have an upperhand in this music to damage and abuse, the handful of fools that challenege the ruler.
Your calendar's moving closer to your day of demise, maybe if I, put an end to the statements I write, you'd be able to shine.
And if somehow, you made it this high, 18 to 5, inch blades and knives will find their place to reside in any space they can find in between your face and your thigh.
You can't say Munk's a liar, my saliva glands are napalm suppliers that spray balls of fire to break your empire.
The sentences I demonstrate could disintegrate the Great Wall of China.
I create bars to remind you, of this sinister presence
forever in debt to infinite penance, sentencing men to never ending stints of oppression as I'm a victim to an excessive obsession for death and such.
In the Gladiator pit...
Butch & Sundance both tried to take-out Rusell Crowe.
But the double-chumps dropped their double-guns
and got double-teamed with just ONE flow...
soon as Djimon jumped off the chariot
and started throwing blows.
The first thought he was fiery like a Backdraft
Until "Shadow" Rimgale stopped his grim-tale
and DeNiro came with a brief-speech that
doused his clout like the Fire-Chief of the Hazmat.
Now I didn't mind when the other used my X-men in his death-lines...
But I got vexed when he stopped meeting my deadlines...
While spilling "my ink" all outside-the-lines!!!!
Now this Euro cat forming Unions and talkin' reckless ...
ON MY DIME?!?!
Nah, I ain't having that.
Since their storyboards ain't get no betta....
Time to "X" these Professors who keep costing me cheddar.
Stan Lee came back with a wicked rhyme...
And took their cartoon hooks off his books...
and sent these 2 writers back to the picket-line.
So in your next bloody rebuttal about Gladiators...
and how you "Killing the Game" and all the players....
You 2 Pep Boys don't forget to mention this scuffle
while you fixing my muffler & radiator.
I wouldn't make it as a gladiator
Mc is a leader never a follower
You can call me the Imperial ruler
of your future
Please implant this into your brain
There is only one way out, stick out your wrist and sever a vein.
Rhyming about Pep Boys and Tonka toys
Your rhymes are immature while mine are pumping steriods
Am I battling a grown ass man or a little boy
but I'm a head of the game my style is to slaughter and maim
Rearrange your limbs before I put 2 in your brain.
Before I do let me pick appart your text
Who really is your Professor X
A lame ass MS. CLEO suspect
Who watch way too much star trek
lets see, who's next
Your chief of hazmat
triggered my killer will
his blood I spilled
found out he was really Fire Marshall BILL
Stan Lee and your whole X-men clan I had to back hand
The ran into MCGUYVER the real Grownazzblkman
Fuk i care if you vex
You should've known from my text
MC is the only man to pluck a fiery feather from the pheonix.
I like the movie Gladiator, but I'd rather see a movie with AC Slater,
and just now, I blew a socket in my radiator, so I need a mechanic, and i'll see you later.
Ok I see you wanna rhyme
Thats cool take it slow with 2 lines
before you know you'll increase to 4
Slow and steady wins the race,
but isn't this the place,
to get all in a nigga's face,
Feels so Good like rapper Mase
Yes is the place
where the infrared beams trace
where you may catch a case
where you may loose the taste
from lyrical slap to the face
Where only bitch emcees carry mace
But if you Yearn to make an emcee fell the burn of your cold steal
maybe we can make a thread for the NOVICE emcee
This man coming ANONYMOUS and deadly like a ninja!!!! I'm honored to post his fire.
Ridiculous shit, I babble when insipidness trips/
New flavor spits from out the corners of my mouth and my lips/
Inspiring didactic wit from where the pupil must sit/
Blows handed to opponent's lips when I snap 'em back they just split/
Precision hits, delivered from the tip of my mitts/
I shift to lift from off of my intro into my focus/
I see that the opponents in this battle are plain hopeless/
Scope-less without aim I fire, they feel the pain/
Disdain held for me 'cause of the victories I gain/
Insane this is, battling asses whack, backward I rap/
Stumbling drunkin style, beating your ass with open-handed slaps/
Perhaps it is too much for your sub-par technique to handle/
I dismantle your esophagus and burn it with a flaming candle/
So you can finally say that you can spit fire/
But in reality your verses are the level of a squire/
I tire of this bullshit battle as you tire physically/
But think again before I rip out your souls spiritually/
I know in your minds this battle rap will never end/
But then again, you've always been dillusional/
Ask your friends....
Ridiculous shit, I babble when insipidness trips/
New flavor spits from out the corners of my mouth and my lips/
Inspiring didactic wit from where the pupil must sit/
Blows handed to opponent's lips when I snap 'em back they just split/
Precision hits, delivered from the tip of my mitts/
I shift to lift from off of my intro into my focus/
I see that the opponents in this battle are plain hopeless/
Scope-less without aim I fire, they feel the pain/
Disdain held for me 'cause of the victories I gain/
Insane this is, battling asses whack, backward I rap/
Stumbling drunkin style, beating your ass with open-handed slaps/
Perhaps it is too much for your sub-par technique to handle/
I dismantle your esophagus and burn it with a flaming candle/
So you can finally say that you can spit fire/
But in reality your verses are the level of a squire/
I tire of this bullshit battle as you tire physically/
But think again before I rip out your souls spiritually/
I know in your minds this battle rap will never end/
But then again, you've always been dillusional/
Ask your friends....
true lions are not afraid to show themselves unacceptable wut they scurred of a lil blood Iz??This man coming ANONYMOUS and deadly like a ninja!!!! I'm honored to post his fire.
Ridiculous shit, I babble when insipidness trips/
New flavor spits from out the corners of my mouth and my lips/
Inspiring didactic wit from where the pupil must sit/
Blows handed to opponent's lips when I snap 'em back they just split/
Precision hits, delivered from the tip of my mitts/
I shift to lift from off of my intro into my focus/
I see that the opponents in this battle are plain hopeless/
Scope-less without aim I fire, they feel the pain/
Disdain held for me 'cause of the victories I gain/
Insane this is, battling asses whack, backward I rap/
Stumbling drunkin style, beating your ass with open-handed slaps/
Perhaps it is too much for your sub-par technique to handle/
I dismantle your esophagus and burn it with a flaming candle/
So you can finally say that you can spit fire/
But in reality your verses are the level of a squire/
I tire of this bullshit battle as you tire physically/
But think again before I rip out your souls spiritually/
I know in your minds this battle rap will never end/
But then again, you've always been dillusional/
Ask your friends....
I think this one is little more stealthy panther style sis.
I think this one is little more stealthy panther style sis.
Panthers get eaten by lions
Re: POETRY/RAP battle Pafrt III aka The Lion's Den
Oh, God....
Just shut the fuck up, yellow belt...
You're just another whore playing with a sore spot,
leave the science fiction and fantasy foibles for Michael Moorcock,
I stood at the senate of spirits and quelled the rebellion,
my name ain't Scott McClellan,
but I could reveal the secrets of the universal felon,
Your words only prove that educated fools use google too,
I walk the school of hard earned truths as a principal,
psuedo intellectual babble won't help you here kid,
I swam through maslow and jung breaking bread with them doing life bids,
I tamed the leviathan living within my inner being,
and entered the dreams of soul searchers on the mustiqueen ...
My moniker is OWL, yours is Red_Munkey, so what's that mean?
I'm wise enough to pass the bar but you can't even enter the scene
so save the passion for christ, before I crucify you and show the world your ass is green...
Oh, God....
Just shut the fuck up, yellow belt...
You're just another whore playing with a sore spot,
leave the science fiction and fantasy foibles for Michael Moorcock,
I stood at the senate of spirits and quelled the rebellion,
my name ain't Scott McClellan,
but I could reveal the secrets of the universal felon,
Your words only prove that educated fools use google too,
I walk the school of hard earned truths as a principal,
psuedo intellectual babble won't help you here kid,
I swam through maslow and jung breaking bread with them doing life bids,
I tamed the leviathan living within my inner being,
and entered the dreams of soul searchers on the mustiqueen ...
My moniker is OWL, yours is Red_Munkey, so what's that mean?
I'm wise enough to pass the bar but you can't even enter the scene
so save the passion for christ, before I crucify you and show the world your ass is green...
Re: POETRY/RAP battle Pafrt III aka The Lion's Den
Well since you're definitely in the brown,
or the next position
why is it that you gave an Up'n Comer
disrespective gestures of recognition?
Hellen Keller situation, I sense some sense is missing.
I don't heel to your rules, I damage ankles
You witness a whore, who does that make you from the camera angle?
Kind of odd to watch another person fornicate and enjoy it...
Nah, fuck that, I support Slam, I don't avoid it
Michael Moorcock and Scott McClellan?
You're the butt ugly mug of a bulgy woman after I've drunken juggs of booze and fumed up numerous rooms with Buddha spliffs.
Truthfully, I don't think I could take you serious.
Wait.
That's a period.
Continue and follow the path I've mapped out for you.
The twist and turns are the times
in which you find yourself lost among the trivial possessions of this life.
If you have faith in what cannot be bought
Then, in the snares of this trap jazz instrumental, you can't be lost.
The lips I touch are the ones of my soul,
In which a cunning lynguist is born from lust for this flow
I study women and their given ability to reproduce
Study the science in a graveyard of solitude
I see it as amazingly basic,
take the facts that you're faced with
replace it with what you think could create a reverse sitaution.
Through understanding an answer, you could re-arrange the question
So, I sketch formulas on how to bring forth scores of morgues and corroners.
I'm the feeling you would get if you choose to stand still,
stop, and think about the back of this hammer
you've just yanked out of the back of a man's skull.
Google's my collection of sidenotes that I wrote
as my mind spoke to blind folk with hiero's.
My ass is lettuce light
from the wealth of knowledge and intelligence
that I was going to expedite to infect your mind.
Nevermind, your skill level is still leveled
to the temperature of chilled metal.
I can't even find a reason to try...
This is your hand-out.
Well since you're definitely in the brown,
or the next position
why is it that you gave an Up'n Comer
disrespective gestures of recognition?
Hellen Keller situation, I sense some sense is missing.
I don't heel to your rules, I damage ankles
You witness a whore, who does that make you from the camera angle?
Kind of odd to watch another person fornicate and enjoy it...
Nah, fuck that, I support Slam, I don't avoid it
Michael Moorcock and Scott McClellan?
You're the butt ugly mug of a bulgy woman after I've drunken juggs of booze and fumed up numerous rooms with Buddha spliffs.
Truthfully, I don't think I could take you serious.
Wait.
That's a period.
Continue and follow the path I've mapped out for you.
The twist and turns are the times
in which you find yourself lost among the trivial possessions of this life.
If you have faith in what cannot be bought
Then, in the snares of this trap jazz instrumental, you can't be lost.
The lips I touch are the ones of my soul,
In which a cunning lynguist is born from lust for this flow
I study women and their given ability to reproduce
Study the science in a graveyard of solitude
I see it as amazingly basic,
take the facts that you're faced with
replace it with what you think could create a reverse sitaution.
Through understanding an answer, you could re-arrange the question
So, I sketch formulas on how to bring forth scores of morgues and corroners.
I'm the feeling you would get if you choose to stand still,
stop, and think about the back of this hammer
you've just yanked out of the back of a man's skull.
Google's my collection of sidenotes that I wrote
as my mind spoke to blind folk with hiero's.
My ass is lettuce light
from the wealth of knowledge and intelligence
that I was going to expedite to infect your mind.
Nevermind, your skill level is still leveled
to the temperature of chilled metal.
I can't even find a reason to try...
This is your hand-out.
Miss Mary Mc, Mc, Mc, all dressed in black, black, black
with all his rhymes, rhymes, rhymes, sounding real wack, wack, wack
Red Munkey,
That funky munkey,
Red Munkey, spunky,
That funky munkey
Did you just spit in the wind?
Don't listen to LadyScorpio about your under her skin
She lives
she breaths for the blood you sacrifice when you keep doing your foolish sin
again, and again
challengin
the bald head Nyahbinghi warrior of light
Shane
The protector of ancestry, Who lets the dead speak
My name in the tapestry upon which your red leak
My words are swift like Krull
I'm going to ebay your skull
Your blade is unrelentlessly dull
I'm the iceberg ripping hole in your hull
Rare
like the sound of DJ Premier
and Just ICE
Grimy like Kimbo Slice
Got that Big Daddy Kane swagger but twice as nice
That's why you got torched
It's obvious your not just red
but a monkey on the porch
My mic grip stays coarse, of course
Battle roar is like the 300 horse under the hood of a porsche
A pure tuff thing come at yuh
Plus I straight Yoda the Force
You speak on Degree, pardon me
Shane bestows rap PH-Dee
Mercedes me
we scheduled for 8 rounds, but you fade in three
I unleash the destructive force of 8 super massive black holes
While my game pimps past hoes
Shane's a Card carrying woman hater's club member like the little rascals
I sniffed the Anthrax they found in 2001 in the office of Senator Tom Daschle
You talking about your salvia is Napalm
that so 1978, V-ate-nam
Why don't you shut the fuck up, have a V-8, and stay, be calm
I use modern weapon systems lightly, and mix white phosphorus in my Ice tea
Make you a special Victim like ICE T
This thread been mine from the get because I do it so nicely
Like how the voice of Jahovah
causes galaxies and supernovas
Your obviously ain't even yellow bus, 'cause you just mad stupid slower
Don't listen to LadyScorpio about your under her skin
She lives
she breaths for the blood you sacrifice when you keep doing your foolish sin
again, and again
challengin
the bald head Nyahbinghi warrior of light
Shane
The protector of ancestry, Who lets the dead speak
My name in the tapestry upon which your red leak
My words are swift like Krull
I'm going to ebay your skull
Your blade is unrelentlessly dull
I'm the iceberg ripping hole in your hull
Rare
like the sound of DJ Premier
and Just ICE
Grimy like Kimbo Slice
Got that Big Daddy Kane swagger but twice as nice
That's why you got torched
It's obvious your not just red
but a monkey on the porch
My mic grip stays coarse, of course
Battle roar is like the 300 horse under the hood of a porsche
A pure tuff thing come at yuh
Plus I straight Yoda the Force
You speak on Degree, pardon me
Shane bestows rap PH-Dee
Mercedes me
we scheduled for 8 rounds, but you fade in three
I unleash the destructive force of 8 super massive black holes
While my game pimps past hoes
Shane's a Card carrying woman hater's club member like the little rascals
I sniffed the Anthrax they found in 2001 in the office of Senator Tom Daschle
You talking about your salvia is Napalm
that so 1978, V-ate-nam
Why don't you shut the fuck up, have a V-8, and stay, be calm
I use modern weapon systems lightly, and mix white phosphorus in my Ice tea
Make you a special Victim like ICE T
This thread been mine from the get because I do it so nicely
Like how the voice of Jahovah
causes galaxies and supernovas
Your obviously ain't even yellow bus, 'cause you just mad stupid slower
Panthers get eaten by lions
More from the mystery big cat
Assist with the embed please?
I'm tiger not panther, I grow tired of your banter/
My flow is sicker than any form of lymphatic cancer/
Now answer me this, what the fuck I'm 'posed to do with all these victims?/
Devour 'em slow, rip 'em apart or let the rest of my den sick 'em?/
I stick to my stealth waiting for my prey to emerge/
But with the current bunch I see my appetite starts to surge/
Fuck a lion when I'm Siberian/
Your lion's Arcadian vs. Maximus the Iberian/
I don't get fooled with toilet paper, to throw off my equilibrium/
Not showing my face to expiring ninjas, when I exact to killin 'em/
Whether I'm visible or not - blood's the same, the shit will spill again/
I'm peelin' men, back from their facial features to viscera/
Tiger vs. Lion, that's like NYC compared to Ithaca/
No contest - ma I'm blessed with skill and speed/
Ferociousness, cunning killer instinct dwells within my breed/
Heed my warning, you send boys to compete against grown men/
Is like throwin' lion cubs into a tiger's den/
"http://www.youtube.com/v/kD862zxK2vo&hl=en"
"http://www.youtube.com/v/lMXIFaH5ELU&hl=en"
"http://www.youtube.com/v/bH7JN6LNLHQ&hl=en"
"http://www.youtube.com/v/1b7oy0jo5tU&hl=en"
"http://www.youtube.com/v/rtr_T9mL52w&hl=en"
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Baby you didn't have to call me out like that
This is the kinda hurricane I truly enjoy 
yesMore from the mystery big cat
I'm tiger not panther, I grow tired of your banter/
My flow is sicker than any form of lymphatic cancer/
Now answer me this, what the fuck I'm 'posed to do with all these victims?/
Devour 'em slow, rip 'em apart or let the rest of my den sick 'em?/
I stick to my stealth waiting for my prey to emerge/
But with the current bunch I see my appetite starts to surge/
Fuck a lion when I'm Siberian/
Your lion's Arcadian vs. Maximus the Iberian/
I don't get fooled with toilet paper, to throw off my equilibrium/
Not showing my face to expiring ninjas, when I exact to killin 'em/
Whether I'm visible or not - blood's the same, the shit will spill again/
I'm peelin' men, back from their facial features to viscera/
Tiger vs. Lion, that's like NYC compared to Ithaca/
No contest - ma I'm blessed with skill and speed/
Ferociousness, cunning killer instinct dwells within my breed/
Heed my warning, you send boys to compete against grown men/
Is like throwin' lion cubs into a tiger's den/
"http://www.youtube.com/v/kD862zxK2vo&hl=en"
"http://www.youtube.com/v/lMXIFaH5ELU&hl=en"
"http://www.youtube.com/v/bH7JN6LNLHQ&hl=en"
"http://www.youtube.com/v/1b7oy0jo5tU&hl=en"
"http://www.youtube.com/v/rtr_T9mL52w&hl=en"
ultimate failure tell him I said that Iz Yeah the embed didnt work sis.
lol @ victims. HA he didn't even draw blood.
Baby you didn't have to call me out like that
Yeah the embed didnt work sis.
lol @ victims. HA he didn't even draw blood.
You gonna get a mystery bite on your ass for that I'm sure
I think Shane B, has a need to repent.
If I sneeze in the wind,
through a trail of sequenced events, hurricane season begins.
I'm the unseen reason that gave Katrina her spin.
No need to hawk fluid, to cause a start to it.
No comments towards Jews,
it's just Holocaust music.
The cackling of fire as it's snapping and it's rising
higher than ladders to Allah, that crashed when he realized
that these Arabic guys wouldn't put their plans to the side.
My steps are checking in
as the next tenants'
to rent, an indefinite length of time
where I, accept the shine, and exercise my mind
and the mc set in the light, tinged with a hint of lime
gets a chance to represent, everything he designs.
Me being the underdog, hmm, story of my life.
I don't care about worn and tired
bums and crackheads, who get it on with Tae-Bo
and then consider themselves warriors of Light.
Maybe it's me, but that glory just isn't right.
The dead you let speak, give their lines from a script.
Which I dropped from a fishing line
into the bottom of their crypt.
They caught onto the rhyme scheme, and feed you hooks.
That I encoded to give the appearance
of an ancient language's legal book.
Earthquake your DNA strands, leave all your people shook.
Evil looks given by pupils of my students
who view the usage of not being abusive as stupid.
There's no appetite for destruction
I'm simply a victim made, sick in the brain
from the itch and crave
to initiate a situation ending in ways
that'll have ammunition sprayed.
I'm starting to believe that you forced your desire
to be heterosexual into a distant and far exile.
No more of this lying.
Shane is ice cold
I'm reminiscent of liquor stores during the Watts Riots.
The bars are on fire.
If I sneeze in the wind,
through a trail of sequenced events, hurricane season begins.
I'm the unseen reason that gave Katrina her spin.
No need to hawk fluid, to cause a start to it.
No comments towards Jews,
it's just Holocaust music.
The cackling of fire as it's snapping and it's rising
higher than ladders to Allah, that crashed when he realized
that these Arabic guys wouldn't put their plans to the side.
My steps are checking in
as the next tenants'
to rent, an indefinite length of time
where I, accept the shine, and exercise my mind
and the mc set in the light, tinged with a hint of lime
gets a chance to represent, everything he designs.
Me being the underdog, hmm, story of my life.
I don't care about worn and tired
bums and crackheads, who get it on with Tae-Bo
and then consider themselves warriors of Light.
Maybe it's me, but that glory just isn't right.
The dead you let speak, give their lines from a script.
Which I dropped from a fishing line
into the bottom of their crypt.
They caught onto the rhyme scheme, and feed you hooks.
That I encoded to give the appearance
of an ancient language's legal book.
Earthquake your DNA strands, leave all your people shook.
Evil looks given by pupils of my students
who view the usage of not being abusive as stupid.
There's no appetite for destruction
I'm simply a victim made, sick in the brain
from the itch and crave
to initiate a situation ending in ways
that'll have ammunition sprayed.
I'm starting to believe that you forced your desire
to be heterosexual into a distant and far exile.
No more of this lying.
Shane is ice cold
I'm reminiscent of liquor stores during the Watts Riots.
The bars are on fire.
Now sis you know that he is a mere kitten....tryna play with the big cats yeah he got nutten
Red but Shane does NOT repent
yeah he got nutten You gonna get a mystery bite on your ass for that I'm sure
Red
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