[trap.]

12-07-2001

- Mindpsychosis -

ey yo
ey yo

im comin into this battle heated over this nigga dyme/he pressin his luck and runnin out of time/should be askin himself "what would he do if he had 24 hours live"/my spits are unpenetratible like a new born baby's clit/i get sick on the mic and leave a trace of my fecese/i decrease ur status as an emcce/with lyrical brain damagin precision/now my words will paint a vision of ur torso bein cut in half by my lyrical knives/my ryhmes send hives up to ur face/gettin hit by lyrics is like gettin a full spray of mace/ur a fukin discrace thats gettin defaced with my verbal slashes/leavin 8 inch gashes and havin hot flashes like and elderly bitch/with my lyrical titanium i crush ur cranium/u an unkown when i get done wit this dope tone like a Behamium/





- dyme -

like a blimp - im known to be at the top-of-the-game//
so quick - i can spit a free at the drop-of-my-name// (dime)
topple-ya-brain - when i cause embark-with-incisions//
leave ya body in a nuclear plant - your what kids caught-when-they're-'fission'//
ya heart 'beet' is skippin - got vegetables in a ya cardio//
little white kid - last time you had shrooms was in mario//
scar ya flow - dyme is cold - the rhymes from mind is old//
i could take ya 8 times a day and wouldn't get hurt like children's tylenol//
like foul shootin - just put ya life on the line//
got ya bowel movin - think twice about writin with dyme//


i just be coming with what i think i need to win - vote count is zer0 - to zer0