[trap.]

01-14-2003

Knawledge

stuck-wit-weak-knees? ey dawg, dun fuck-wit-me-G
and call me B and E, cuz I seem ta be crushing-CD!
ya croakin' since ya neck snapped, now bloods soakin
ha...I must have 'scratched' him, cuz 'CDs broken'!
you? independent? in laundry, ya faint-wit-run-cycles
n you thought 'rollin on dubs' was 'painting-subtitles'!
gore-ya-knees, blood drips to the floor-from-spleens
ya aint consistent! ya name changes more-then-me!
more importantly, I leave bodies chucked-from-turrets
flipped his name n his 'flow' still wasn't-'current'! (DC)

...whoa...

ya dearly-dismissed, leave ya on stage tearily-dissed
ya the reason girls dun like 'near Death' experiences!
ya pleads-are-just-pitiful, n still ya steez-is-residual
ya death cant be creeping, when its easily-visible!
slain-from-my-violence, CDs maimed,-n-cried-silence
original? you asked for your name-from-TimeVirus!

Breathes, for the Finisher.

ya maimed,-this-whore's-gored-in, my fame-deplored-boredom...
you thought 'platinum grills' were 'custom made-by-George-Foreman'!


damn.

couldn't think of a 20th man, this is like my 6th battle today.



Creeping Death

Flo'll blaze ya wit guns, but before poppin' it...
I'll put ya face teh the 1, like George Washington

ok

I'm blessed wit raps and I smash shit,
I'll murder Ether like Nas did......
..And you can do ya best,
But I'm ill enough teh hand you 2 l's like future tense
Dude ya wrecked, I'm the type thats killin' ya savigly
An the worst thing Plague can do is gimme a cavity...
Ya shit is a travisty n' ya puns is weaker,
Cd so sick, I'll make ya Sony run a fever...
jumpin' Ether, Toppin' ya letters wit better stamps
..I got more jaws droppin' than a Leperd camp....

I was takin' to much time, fuck it there ya go.. peace