Camp Bell
 

Camp Bell

• Also known as TheShooter, Wax.
• Active from 2001 to the present time.
• Posted on Letsbeef.com Goldmic.com Netcees.com.

"fake collab feat my swag"


my tempo the difficult version, lyrical sicko, the wording a bit dope
....serving this merger on a digital flip phone, chilling in my zip code
putting zippo's to verses, the schizo, i get nervous before i flick tho
...blowing herb in the suburban, purp hits, swerving on a slick road
sharp as swords curves wit the heart of george gervin on a pick-roll
...i'll stay murdering skits bro, on purpose, for burgers with big cokes
theres more torment, war torrents, bursting when each quote flourish
...burning sheets til my urn exceeds, call a morgue florist, decor person
the letter form supporter, never bored worker, veteran poem sorcerer
....next jetson flexing pens, my threads threaten the boldest enforcers
its text wit a twist, im using the hands of dead contortionist performers
...omen endorser turned coding explorer, on a trek til my expedition end
your now alone with a stoner, theres no better connection my nexus get
...im cold an getting warmer from connecticut to texas, never left the crib
my objective is progressive elegance, the evidence?, excellent messages
...my rep is devilish from repping hell and shit, whats respectable relevance?
hannibal lecturing from an animals perspective, a lesson in parrot intelligence
...owl take care of the rest of the damage bro, if you can bear the references
prepare to dead this sprint, im hares from checker print, spared my 2nd wind
...in that blair witch set, wreckless, wearing a werewolf head on a necklace pin
stepping in the direction of the best there is, in a fresh pair of weathered timbs
...pointed me to the exit of heaven quick!, i've been destined for hell ever since...

"Swag and Flow Battle vs El Pancake"


ima be livid if my written's don't get the benefits of checking a veteran
respect my wits cuz you're a total loss after i finish this breakfast dish
the lines i'm peddling is for letting the devil sniff, press for ya reverend
ya whole rep is irrelevant, my references heaven sent by the flow gods
time to exit the premises or get blessings from benedict and pope john
who expected the best to get wrecked this quick? u should've drove off
my feathered pens come wit heckler clips, a connection kit from voltron
warlock, my weapons is deading shit like the hammer that thor rocked
i just came back from a fly by in the jetsons ship, i get too high for yall
mayweather hits to ya chest til my storm stops, ull die enlightened dog
u write, im raw, performing an exorcist on a wiseguy, enticing thoughts
why lie?..ima level 10 pilot on cloud 9, with ground strikes in a titanfall
dont try to play ya fighting song til u ride a wave from poseidons cough
ya rhyming plain an slightly washed, ill swipe ya pride away w/lion claws
y not decline my wage, i'll fire boss, my fly was made from designer cloth
sniper strays took miles of ya life away, my sight display?...the eye of ra
a riot cop couldn't help you fight the charge of inviting my licensed scars
everything i might would draw is higher art, lies u start have a childish plot
it makes sense that you try to rob cuz a price to pay is wat the iron cost
wat ive really been trying to say is, im the greatest and tony the tiger soft