so who wants to get it started? Just like old times.
damn man i cant wait
to see you spit some sick shit here
i wanna join... how do we get this started?
somebody just write a verse then we get a battle goin. u decide how many rounds.
Well shit. Time to start writing in my awesome_lines.txt notepad file.
Suckas get spoon-fed lead
Claim you tote toast but chu never held bread
Instead you stuck steppin over eggs
Lives shorter than bike pegs
They like to bite lines i like to write
Bite off more than they can chew like a Tyson fight
Get ate like Tyson chicken, make right decisions
These dudes "left" cause i write wit the "right" precision
Sharp like knife incisions
Spit bars, get raped so keep yo booty tight in prison
Flows, i pull up wit a truck load
You stuck like foes who tuck poles in they but holes
oh shi- the ol' school returns, yo I got Cipher, good to see u
Back again, its the champ of the freestyle section
I keep the crowd standing up like a full time erection
I ain't biting you like Tyson but I street fight like Bison
And if the bank account is the cake then my money be the icing
No gun talk trying to scare you
Just this reality rap trying to prepare you
Some dudes been talking bout the same lame shit forever
But like Brittney and Kfed them an rap don't belong together
Call this my last will cause its like I'm writing letter
Addressing it to any sucker or rapper who think they better
Cause I'm different then any other like I'm rapping on Mars
And you are left trapped here as I close these 12 bars
some loose screws, screws need to be tightened
You wanna lose, you fightin two tools and a Titan
My two tools is a pen and a pad
A bad lad when i pull the tools and use em for writin'
You the champ, but chu ain't battle no contenders
Ima undisputed m.c., i chop whops and throw toes in a blender
Hang necks from door knobs like tree ornaments
I'll step into yo arena just give me the coordinates
You spit bars on "mars", i spit hot as "mercury"
I hit like "venus" williams, a verbal anniversary
Travel from "earth" to "jupiter"
Get a beat from the "neptunes" then invite lucifer
Cause it get so cold, get stuck in "uranus"
Pull up in a "saturn", spit patterns that ain't painless
Cold as "pluto" and my john handcock
introduce M.C.s and "G's" to planet rock
thats for you G
if you guys have mics this would be better <.<
^ Prolly but deal with it.
So I forgot to check this out again, Cipher is it 1 round or 2?
Back on this data track, definite like fact
Attract many ears with my severe abstract
Get strapped and attack in the black of night
Prepared, you scared and don't want a fight
So you "fright," scared for your life
Take away the "f" n' I guess you're "right"
You need Christ to take me on, Ciph
Jakes won't protect you, bodyguards better be God-like
Lyrical waste infects you, shells displace into your face with grace
Get your weight encased for your "grave" mistake
Hate weak rhymes so I cover "mines" in cyanide
Watch your step or whats left is just flesh and enzymes
Pardon my crimes, but you say you're undisputed
My lines ruthless so you best be in deep confusion
You want to brawl with me you gonna leave toothless
You're all fallacy so I got you deemed truth-less
Try n' prove it
You attract many ears, tell yo fears relax
Back on track wit the gears intact
In fact, still pushin kilometers
Have cardiologists hookin you up to heart monitors
Thermometers mercury level droppin
I'll use ya heart beat for an instrumental wit cha heartbeat stoppin
Wit cha brain cells startin to freeze
Cause a ninja's body temp to drop 48 degrees
I'll drain ya body of blood and use it as beverage
Ya body fluid decrease to increase lyrical leverage
Now you said "Jakes won't protect you"
My bodyguards better be god-like? Let me correct you
My body guards are angels, celestial gaurdians
Like OH MY GOD! goes the peasents in the audience
I had loose screws now my screws too tight
Ninja ya soul already "left" so I guess you "right"
Intricately spittin exquisitely, wit incentive to injure
You just seen one samurai soldier kill 48 ninjas
oh yea. G this is round two, so its yo turn.
OMG cipher is sick
i cant wait to hear ninja's responce
I forfeit to Cipher lol.
a yo dat was sum sick spitin beat dis (any1)
So many doubt 'cause I come from the South
But when I open up my mouth, all bullets come out
Bang! Die bitch nigga die I hope you bleed a lake
I'ma play x-ray, helpin' y'all see the fake
I'm just tryin' to be the great, tryin' to get a piece of cake
Take it offa your plate, eat it right in your face
They got a whole lot to say but I don't listen
Call me automatic breezy bitch I keep spittin', pow
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