Sir Real II vs Condorconqui
 

12-09-2001

sir real II (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=3029)

Condorconqui's declaration of war:
Condorconqui leadin his army into battle like a true leader...

Without an ounce-of-fame, Pikfaes, I don't even know how to pronounce-your-name, still I renounce-your-claims
Proud boasts that provoked fire and smoke, it matters-not that this battle's-hot when you're douced-in-flames...

I'm wipin out m.n.o.a in a subliminal-way, by defeatin who's leadin and scatterin the followers
Releasin evil-flames in celebral-plains, but I keep it within my thesis, have askin for knowledge-thus
Hittin so deep through your prosperity, it smashes classes, makin blood-vessels-bleed and rippin-your-scars
You're shirkin-fast from the workin-class, cos like a cockeyed Communist you keep missin-your-Marx (marks)
And didn't-long-last, cos Tha Pastor-preaches in darker-reaches givin you heart-seizures
So too Condorconqui, just-his-name cuts-your-brain, makin your thoughts-bleed, when your knock-knees just demean-ya
Once your defeat-is-through I'll beat-your-crew, sprayin-long-and-wide til all your graves-is-occupied
Condor steadily-erases from heavenly-places all make-believe-races, burned-up, you only turned-up cos you forgot-to-hide
I banish-fools like when the Incas overturned the Spanish-rule, it's a mistake forsakin what I can-do
Spittin lyrical-knives, yeah you're hearin-it-right - so how do you feel now I've stabbed-through??
Pikfjaes, this battle wouldn't be close, if there was no space between posts, this is a unanimous-verdict
m.n.o.a remember-your-days and what I taught-ya in torture when I torched-ya, leavin your manuscripts-burnin
I got hoardes-of-gats and swords-and-bats, but with a glass-jaw you didn't start-war, I'll finish this with a southpaw
And shatter this battle, cos even your best-is-losin, so I'm a peform this execution without-cause

peace

pikfjæs aint no leader...he was just chosen to rip pastor apart...

here goes...

I’m glad u changed ur name from pastor cuz otherwise we wouldn’t get a peep~at~this // he’s~a~bitch...from the speed I spit freestyles in, the connection between my mouth and my brain must be 10.000 gigabits //
Pastors verse against pikfjæs brings more laughter than a falling~homer...trading Bart for money at an appalling~loaner //
Pikfjæs got more head nodding than Hugh Heffners morning-boner //
Pastor is more assed-out than mariahs~pants on a fat richard pryor~fan //
Unofficial dickryder biting the way I spit...everybody knows that if I was an organdonor u’d be listet number 1 on the waitinglist to get my saliva~gland //
God said u must not steal...then why does this pastor~bite // ur attitude...muhahaha...ur verse is written wit more than just a dash~of~fright // damn u spit pussy...either John lennon must be ur ghostwriter...or u must be a hemaphrodite //
I spit so much beef my verses might feed~kids //...must be a humanised sewer the way I flip~shits...
Damn ur verse is wack...is it from bow wows notebook u bit~this...u asked me to serve u...bitch u better leave~tips //
Pikfjæs gonna penetate this wannabee renegade...I puke~spikes // Christians cannot do dope...but still pikfjæs gonna leave the Pastor hooked~aight // God said dont picture me...STOP PICTURING WHUT I LOOK LIKE //



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