Da Storm vs KaL
 

01-22-2002

Da Storm

Here we go

Watch Kal get "ate"~like sayin "grace" at Hannibal Lectors place~Im gon hurt this gay/
When my lyrics "Shake Kal" like "San Francisco" earthquakes~hurt ya race/
Wit content that steadily increase like "Africa's birth rate"~leave no trace/
From hot lyrics~you'll simply "evaporate"~i'll blast ya face~im head huntin/
Wack rapper stop frontin~only time u seen "da shit" is when ya ass was plumbin/
Consider this one win~im gon add to the record~cuz us 2 battlin's a "mis-match"~ like wearin "stripes wit checkers"/
Im tha professor~you tha student~so clown you bet not try to flex/
Cause ill break ya nose and smash ya neck~and give yo ass a "Perfect Plex"/lol if yall remember the wrestler Mr. Perfect
Im ill as sex~wit diseased bitches~i take riches~by givin yo ass incisions that cant be sealed wit "stiches"/
Claim u Christian~the bible cant save you~Lucifer's son~my shit is blazin/
Like "Arnold" in "hotel rooms" you bout to see yo "DAYS INN"~try again/
I know ya garbage rap~and u will be back~no need for a rematch/
Cause stealin some of "Russell Simmons" clothes and my rap~is the only way that Kal "seize"(sees) "PHAT"/(Phat Farm clothes)


It's done


Clearing some things up

Shake Kal like San Franciso earthquakes=California and his name
Arnold Scwartzeneger has a movie called End of Days and there is a hotel called Days Inn







Kal (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=8119)

aaaaaaahhhhhhh




Throw 'dice' in ur mouth;'talk shyt' n KAL fists 'll beat the 'crap-out'//
'submission holds on kegs';fold legs until the STORM spits r 'tapped-out'//
toe to toe in this rap bout...power punches til i knock ur caps-out//
hot lyrics comb ur head to help ur thoughts straighten the naps-out//
smash-mouth grammar armed-wit-hammer to damage-ur-lethargic stamina//
trust me there will be no STORM found after i pound this retarded-amateur//
dome in shards-n-damaged...half witted;i know its hard-to-manage//
a KAL-i artist...piece the remainin brain til u lay collaged-in-bandages//
i spit the coldest flows...leave 'shoulders blown' from the 'disarming-prose'//
ur flows r bout as hard as charmin landin on yards-of-snow//
come on...u couldnt 'flow underground' if u played ostrich under a waterhose//
'rub ur lips' wit 'cirrhosis-n-bricks' n u still couldnt 'DE--LIVER' a hardened 'blow'//
ill dismember ur sentence structure wit incisions punctured from my ill-linguistics//
wit ur futile attempts to win this...half-steppin like midgets wit shin-splints//
shyt i already beat you wit the introduction and i didnt even post one//
u could flow at MACH 3 speeds n it still wouldnt 'cut a close-one'....