Round 1 East: Sinz vs No Names
 

No Names

Comaini the Scholar

Adonis, honest whatcha gonna do? use your super powers?/
Saw your pic at MM, and could’ve swore you were Powder/
Use your Prowler nut huggers, but fucker I’ve be known to brawl from way
back/
And shit man is your lack of a tan why you’re called Ajax?/
I’d poke fun at A’s stats, but too late, your dick’s already in his mouth/
I’d pass the Mike, but you gotta pay for the P, cause I limit the diss
count/
And iM, if you value your intestines I suggest you invest in a means of
protection/
And how bizarre your avatar describes how you conjured up your net wins/
A first impression should last, leave a gash, so your flow will be read
(red) this time/
After several lines, you’ll realize these Sinz are washed up, like served
with bread and wine/
The seventh sign appears when you attempt to touch the Scholar’s throne, so
problems await/
Watch, I’ll crush their collar bones, so a simple walk resembles them doing
the Harlem Shake/

Mike P

You took our rhyme copied, pasted, then pro'lly framed this wars sickest/
Must be bank, 2 lines in already accumulated your intrest/
Wasted your disses, I'll blast two nerds quick smash your back through your
ribs/
Stuck like fat stewardess, 4 lines in you put dick back to your lips/
Had to... 'Pulses pic shows he jocks openly, spits flawed poetry/
Envy our raw potency, 'PUH-LEASE' you'll never 'cop' CO 'n' P/
Stop showin me your nuts...think big nuts could hide a penis bitch?/
Good try, Jesus kids, you make Beavis and Butthead look like Geniuses
Should I even spit? Sinz a bottomless pit, worse than bottom see/
Dissin these usueless fools is a drain on my word economy/
You can be anything you wish just don't act geek, lose hope stupid/
cause I'll 'beat' anything you spit like you asked Me to produce it!


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Sinz

Adonis

yall are sum bitches that are missin ya fathers
so ya cant be sonned, youd be illegitimate daughtered...
We got furious styles that send flurries for miles
With the recipe for disaster while yall look like Julia Childs
Shit, I seen the board where yall lungs fake rap
You two got more posts than a house with unspayed cats
Were more intense n aggreggious when floorin gents
Selling popcorn at sport events wont be ya only concession speeches
Theres no reason for us to fear the lowly
Mike P & Co. got liquor on the brain...theyre hearin spirit only...
Sinz at 10% could maim ya best design
Your skills dont need mirrors, cuz your name reflects em fine...

iMpulse

Trust i toss you faggots, the way i throw flames
bashin these bastards with garbage laying waste to no names
gave ya girls citations for riding wood without constraint
cuz we had ya babies on board, with little to no restraint
yall some upper echelon bums, at the box office you won't compare
we can both be blockbusters... you can be the fake gangster squares
the fact you get bad reviews doesn't mean the audience hates you
you're some straight to rent videos, we've got no choice but to berate you
War's already declared, there's no need for house debates
you might be ya board's representatives, but you don't acheive our mental states
enterred battle upright, conduced to leave in a gourney
you're a pair of lawyers dismissed from the bench, now proceed to exit a tourney