Sentex vs Illegal
 

01-12-2002

Illegal Spits:.

Shakespear best said this summary on Sentex's career "Never More"/
You answered the call you war~ But every time you spit you get tore/(ripped)
you the lyrical Juesus? Then i must be the lyrical Devil becuz ever time i spit one line Your rhymes become nothing but burnt specks/
what's the name sentex for? More like spittin nothing but "Wack~TexT" and with your weak punches shit you don't desvere to be called "vets"/
Your not Ill your just one of my Uncomplete Defeats~spitin 2 lines I'll make you whole crew "retireat"/
my Uncomprehensible lines~ make you dense to relisase Half of the time your shit dosen't make sense/
You spit so much shit~your not lyrical jeusus your the lyrical toliet/
My punchs impale faces~Leave'N you with no traces~of your served body dissambled in a thousand places/
I Ahialating wack kats that can't seem to grasp the concept of skill/
I understand now why 'vets' don't battle me ~they are afriad to be ****** kill/
Well it's ova since this beginning~already you lost and I won~the era of your dimise has begun/
it would have been better if you ducked from this battle~becuz There a lack of talent and it's coming from your verse/
Your lines belong in the garagbage~Cuz belive me they are the worst/

¤Final euogly¤
I'm controlling ya fate like the puppet masta~and your nothing but my pawn/



Sentex spits:

so wack you be illegal, I'm being ill and legal, and still killing people..
feelin lethal? get ya mind right but ya head is see through..
went Overboard? When i used you as sea food, so the fish could eat you..
don't need too, re-make the alpahbet you a New-"B" I believe you..
Re-view, but I dont wanna see you once or let-alone-twice..
Lyrically blessing you tell ya friends ya met-yo-own-christ..
no advice, ya only show-ya-nice at dickryding my writes..
Couldn't be on anyones head, if you were re-named lice..
this female-bites, lookin for lyrics but i deleted the internet so he's lost his site..(sight)
hostage-right? I'd have to pay ya parents to take-you-back..
you wouldn't wanna get probed, you'd want the aliens-ass..
ya fockin faggot, insane but wouldn't be straight wearing the jacket..
get no action, so ya gettin down on ya self like marilyn manson fanatics..
even if ya had add-dicks(addicts) they still wouldn't ryde-you..
mathmatic? couldnt met-a-phor if you multplied two by two..