Dod$ vs Tha Pastor R.Y.
 

02-15-2002

Tha Pastor R.Y. (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=796)

Dod$' frightened-fumblings, as a result of slightened-rumblings, though not under-him cos his level's-low
Hearin the same sounds found in the remains around and that brought down the walls of Jericho...

Many ain't feelin my style but even bein kicked with Jesus sandal's-can-hurt!!
Dod$ contemption is built on rejection, and cos it serves as a reflection, you can't handle-the-Church
And with it the Holy Communion, that had Dod$ suin-them for breakin-his-'bread'th
Like with a lisp-chokin, and ribs-broken, split-open, and lyin silent when awakenin-dread
Dod$ thought he'd shut-up-shop, but like an Asian owner, he just-could-not
But ya still thinkin this battle's closed, well then they musta been rusted cos I busted-ya-locks
Dod$' never-been-wild, fightin feminine-style, each punch is a 'Miss-hit'
This battle's turnin ugly and bloody, though only cos Dod$ commited lyrical suicide with slit-wrists
Ya verse is a fallacy, like the Pharisees, you're turnin ya back on ya spiritual-leader
Like the blind that fail to read braille, no one who's readin your lyrics-can-feel-ya
After all the "vets", in your "vet" crew left, you're barely a LifePhorm
With death, so close you can feel it's breath, unprepared and scared, leavin ya lights-on
Each-night, but with peace-right in front of you, hidden in Tha Pastor's-hands
And hope,-it-quickly, left as ya career ended in ya local-chippy, all that's left of Dod$ is a 'battered'-man
All the while unoriginal and jockin styles, and in spite of ya denial-it's-true
Dod$, ain't you got school in the mornin?? Damn!! With this verse I'm gonna get done for child-abuse!!

But seriously Dod$, are you tryin-to-lose, or just forgettin how good Tha Pastor-be?
Your punches are just attackin my religion, you ain't got one punch attackin-ME!!!

peace






Dod$ (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=785)

Pastor-throwin stretched punches like boxers with short-reach
im faster-at-flowing, ya crews more over crowded than a resort-beach
ya dont battle only bore and preach, you should stay-stood-in-church-son
already won, hittin hard like bullets, this gay-should-have-researched-guns
do ya sums, the votes for me in this battle are like the police call it a five-o!
face it bro with them stretched multis me sortin out ya verse couldnt revive-ya-flow
look yo' if ya had intercourse with a orange you wont have sex-apeal!
son ya aint real, if ya were throwin guns it would be ya only tech's-i'd-feel (text)
whats the deal? im smackin faces into 'storage', in 'cases'-you-are-wack!
make him 'look at his boys spits' so pastor 'faces-his-crew-cant-rap'
im strong like prehistoric animals so ima strap ya with dino-might (dynamite)
I threw Tha un-tight R.Y under transport vehicles and said he died-of-fright (freight)
ya boys bite! Pastor must have 1 atom of comic thoughtz, straight-crew-guy-cheats
dont understand my punches and ya defeat? hit ya mom so ya can relate-to-my-beats
Pastor why ya compete? were all equal..aint that what the curch makes-ya-believe?
practice and props ya will revice, wait its only mistakes-you-achieve
ya battle lyrics are naive, you concentrate too much on flow and not hittin-hard
leave ya ass scarred cus Ima smack ya in the teeth until ya shittin-shards
my spits-bombard, ima be sayin fuck whales like ocean-breading (wales)
im reading ya verse and ya spits dry, fuck ya style your emotions-bleeding

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