Massacre vs Lil Raskal
 

01-04-2002

massacre:

lil raskal's bout to get verbally tackaled, then hung from his adom's apple//try and grapple
i'll crush ya pre-written flows into DUST, cause ya thought process to combust, u can
trust i'll do the same to ya 'bars'//throw a punch-line that ricochete's of the floor and
blows up mars//leave 'spanky' seeing stars***like an encripted code...//u couldn't have
this game 'sowed' if u was a seemstress//forget text i'll defeat u through telekenisis...//u
can't defeat this being that dilevers unherd of verbal assult, MASS manipulate this kid's
mind like a cult//in any tournament u enter u getting last//believe u couldn't see mass if u
were stain glass(mass=church)//get ya spine smashed aswell as ya mind//i'll rip ya spine
out through ya anus still attached to ya brain//


lil_raskal:

Raskal CAMP,guess the threat of TERROR got you tryin to hide~
n dyin to find~apathy for 'ghostwritten' style that might heighten ya rhyme~
TRUTH...u couldnt see me if my mind invited ya to climb inside~
or if u applied crazy glue and stuck the screen to ur eyes~
wannabe ~u 2nd rate emcee stringed to a bench ride~
or maybe the truth is the pine just like the sides u find~right~
n if YOU was talkin bout u~the fella was blind in sight~
or rocd on dimes~ive heard more truth from the mime inclined~
the sygns of times~the prince of terror cracks spines~til u flatline~
n i hunger for dead souls...when u say ur crew was gon be back by?~
KAL taps the truth it a mirakale wit a telepathic principle~
three times to ur mental~thats the sixth sense u infantile individual~
n wit that i see u n ur crew in remedial emcee class practicin librettos~(texts of music
comps)
wit stencils n finger paints watchin pinocchio n japetto~
u must've mistaken emceein for insurance~ill wreck u geckos~
til u let go~ur hopes of beatin me they as played as tecmo~
u must rep cold~ive seen hotter lyrics from the obscene texts written eskimoe~
wit hands froze n toes exposed, forced to watch the glacier episodes~
u aint scary~if i 'screamd' ur name n a mirror all id hear is an echo~
call ur set~ill bomb til theres nothin but raskal camped at hells threshold....