Netcees - "Deadly Triangle".. feat. Pestilence aka Brilliance, and Theory (20 years old)

this cypher was keystyled in a chatroom nearly 20 or more years ago, between myself, Pestileince, and MC Theory, who I think was more known for rippin shit up at b-boys.com, cant remember but if you remember the name, "theory", is sure is him.. we had a crew back then called, "Deadly Triangle" but we stuck with the name called, "XP" (Xplosive Forces) instead.. check it out.. dope chat room cypher

Brilliance, aka Pestilence

yea, on some shit like..
yall raps is lame, i'll put the gat to ya brain,
you ill? hook my jewelry to atow-truck, you must be pullin-my-chain..
i eat planets, spit comets, and throw rocks,
the type to get in a saturn, drive to mars and flow-hott...
go in to war in a verse, freestyles orbit the earth,
you know my squads accordingly first, even if the status of our priorities hurt..
brilliance, theory, and gifted, we rip it, spit into the ocean, pull out shrimp and fish-sticks..
we've mastered speed, and toppled-through obstacles,
so many cats on our jocks, our cocks-are-blue, and they weigh more then our bodies do..

Corleone

yo, yo..
our spits is toxic,with saliva droppins that blast off rockets, we top prophets,
suckin electricity outta power sockets, known for moving objects
with just our fiber optics...our brain capacitys enormous,
our spheres hemispheres the strongest, our body harnests' the planets orbit,
lyrically im scorchin, boilin at a DEGREE, so HOT that DOCTORS wouldn't dare to ACHIEVE..
imma type of emcee, with a type of technique,
so wicked i'll write a rhyme and make the pen bleed,
if you test me, i'll destroy you, create flames and boil you,
we hotta then the ovens inna ships boiler room..
i got enuff mental strength to bend spoons, cause yo..
me with outta mic is like a witch without a broom!!..
im lyrically hotta then flames, hotta where lava lays,
hot enuff to whipe out the existance of gama rays..
flowin for days, untill my throat feels like a sponge,
in other words all the liquid fluids is drained from my tongue..
king of the mic, i practice with the speeds of light,
so cold, i touched the globe and froze every human to ice..

Theory

check it..
in any rendevue, us threes spit a lava-brew..
you couldn't double yur existence if i cloned or COPIED-you..
the illest emcees to ever open-their-lips, focus-and-spit..
if you BITCHES smoked an L thru ya PUSSY lips you still couldn't roll-wit-a-CLICK..
none of yall should step-up cuz you'll face a wrecked-gut..
I'm like a bad barbershop you leave MESSED-UP..
always keystylin, we-wyldin, three-violent.. emcees that spit KEYS like Florida's islands..
ignoring-with-silence,stormin-when-rhymin,
you couldnt SEE-me if i was born-in-ya-eyelids..
we wack as shit?, is unexcepted in this cipher-kid..
you cats give me LONGER BLOWS like comparing handguns to rifle-tips..
i'm nice-with-this i ruin futures and disect-pasts.. i'm like ya step-dad,
when i come you throw up the red-flag.. know us three gonna rape you,
me in a different-way, dont interupt me mu'fucka, i'm iller than syphilis-AIDS..
poison needles will stick-in-ya-veins, rippin-you-gays..
i'm unusual like rastafarian kids-getting-fades..
its possible to mistake the illness for brilliance..
cuz i hold SIX O's to blast, one in a MILLION..