Rev-8 vs D-compose
 

02-03-2003

Rev-8

Your gay in life, D-compose.. your a nameless guy
Ya name says it all like a fuckin famous mime
Shut ya bitchin, enough with dissin
Crush ya ribs with, knifes while ya lung's just splittin
Blah blah, I know u in real life
U cant rap, cant freestyle and cant write
U tried it twice on the mic, u just an a-hole
U asked to battle, 'ok'.. i mean 'ko'
Create some shoes,yeah.... cos u suck and u last
and ya soilin ya pants, I'll plant my fuckin foot in ya ass!
Ya nothin with raps, BITING BITCH... ya fuckin ass is mine
Having a stack of my cds is the only time you'll rack my mind!


D-compose

Yo my rhymes are exploding,
Mouth constantly movin in perpetual motion
Only way u can defeat me is dopin me with a potion
Or casting a hex on me or a medieval curse
U goin home in a hearse if u fuk with me
Cos im invincible I win by the common principle
That bad overcomes good. Beat me?! U think you could?!
Cos I use wordplay and metaphors
Youve never met a force, like this before
Im darker than darth maul from star wars smoking dope
But you cant smoke, you cant toke
You tried snortin coke but got ice up your nose
Cos your gangsta attitude is just a pose
Your strut makes u look like you in pain
stead of following marshall you should use your own brain or your gonna end up like stan
tryin 2 get in 2 the rap pants of a certain white man
im turning you insane in the brain like cypress hill
your turn now and look.your lips are still