Netcees - Exis & Adverse

Ayo,

Exis vents all hits with words inn a sense
kids accuse but I maintain my inn o cense
The aroma of victory left in a scent
I end a sense of me ever bein into cent (fifty)
So In I sent my defendant,
But cheap shots left me empty
Pocketed,
I wasn't bein' let into cents
Spent with hits quick to dent any bitch,
the best burned
Cremations shot East but I make the West Urn,
At what's turned
The rest learnt not to test turf,
Newbies invest words
But I disease like Nazi's and wreck like Germs
The tech's yearned,
I'm thru all this shit
Nigga's only say that they ghost when I fuckin' boo what they've writ
Any other crew is dick
I'll blow feuds now bitch,
Ex and Ad always stay like mouse buttons
Consistently puttin' a middle finger to a clique
Yeah it's true I'm sick,
I'm killin' you fake queers
Rattlin' Rebellion tribes with literature,
I'm known to Shake Spears
On the real when you wake
Fear stakes near,
I scrape ears,
Take and rape peers
I say day to years,
But years to a day are quick to happen
Passages left strict to trackin',
Stay collidin' connections over AOL 'til my scripts Im pactin'
Kids retractin' to send pros to they ends yo
I keep title battles like Dell comps 'cause I fuckin' Win-dows
Come and get bent hoes,
I've got ten toes to step on sent foes
Let enemies surrender yo,
Kids ask me to be they editor
But I leave they edit tore,
Caused by bein' a constant predator
They prayed and prayed I tore they raps with metaphors
But I only met a four after three votes from haters,
I'm leavin' hated more
Than ancient scriptures from Aztecs and Mayans
So as Techs cause my end,
I revolt,
Defiant...
I screw thunderous recipients and bolt the clients
Silently violent,
Killin' sprees regress,
So at request of battles
Bitches confess,
Enemies request to get saddled
Never get rattled,
Went to New York and seen two Knicks wearin' tunics
They bought for two nicks,
Nah I ain't thru bitch
I was born into the new as sick,
Your crew gets hit when I spew my spits
I'm not few with clits,
Hop on my I Mac at precise formations
Drop compound scientific structures that form at ions and information's
I inform nations to be information,
When enemies come in for mates on parole and probation's
Masturbation?
Not right but it's hot right
Ha!! Kids want it in the spotlight
But they like blinds
They can't spot light so they not bright
I stop...
They fight,
Cops be aight?
Nah I blur they names
Like black words in black frames,
They say Isabelle was an ill hurricane
Exis left that bitch on leg braces,
And then threw her a cane
'Til she said graces of words in vane
Blessed at dead faces that burnt to shame

The quintessential, fly as a quinjet with twin jet engines
You think my gat wrote club anthems the way it gets them steppin'
Tell Chicken Little if the sky is fallin' I'll benchpress heaven
Honestly i was Bred for this, I've known ever since Eleven
Killin' all these clowns, telepathically throwing words around - Millie Bobbie Brown
Villain on the prowl, still cooking it up when they tell me simmer down
This is my resurrection they were vexed once i started digging out the ground
Causing fissures, and came back rippin' with the m spit that's in my mouth
Yo, they've been holding me down, hopin' i drown but I'm focusin' now
On the skull with the crown unholsterin' the fully loaded chrome and then POW!
My moment is now…
There ain't no besting me son, I'll never be done
It's tricky showing a seven headed beast to priests and watching the reverends all run
Don't question me, you wanna know what happen once Jeopardy's won?
Believe me they ain't want no smoke with Ad since the ban of '71
I'm throwing out bars left and right, but no bar i got is a throwaway
Every bar is a bridge like the Golden Gate that gets me closer in rank to Hov and Ye
You can go all in on me like a poker game, bank on it like Joseph A
Ex the reaper, Ad here for the repo, tap you on your shoulder blade and take your soul away
Your boy is a whole different breed than any man before him
Got the stature of a mammoth, crossbred with a damn thesaurus
He came out of nowhere to seemingly kill legends - Randy Orton
Your girl know i got that shine and the Dick got her Halloran call me Danny Torrance
I could write a million bars but I'll try to pause
Just for the sake of hoping and praying they'll write a response
But a psychic could probably tell you that by this time tomorrow
They'll be offed when i write them, no more writing me off