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trap. · 01-26-2013, 04:23 PM

12-11-2001

Knowledge:
My raps finish nations, verbal asphyxiation, my knowledge is illfully complex like calculus class receiving patients/
My mad speech equating with black leeches drainin DNA, Klep smacked- a beaten gay men, dammaged so fast he can't even get off his last thesis statement/
For the second time he steps to Know, and barely hung like he traded penis's wit asians, my jabs beat his brain, kleps shit is seeming ancient, but Jeeps bit Scrapes, I dammage flesh klep can't beat abrasions/
Decypher my mine? you can't get in bear skulls, bust hollow top sickened arrows, navy gets limited threads, cause I rip apparel/
Klep must live in peril, cause when I spit toxic shit thats mixed in barrels, in mid air my rhymes transform into heiroglyphic bare tones like egyptian Pharoes/
Knowledge the teacher, Klep the student standing, his mothers oral the location my semen lubricant is landing/
I throw up creativity, my puke imagines, Klep dies on hard shit, I was born live a marksman, I fly on carpets-- the new Alladin/
Oregon whut! can be on you grave stone, I admire your brave tones, get your brain blown, for thinkin Knowledge isn't capable to create homes for guerilla war fare, where I flame throw, terrorizing Portland's gay shows when this ape flows/
California born to bang zips wit strange hoes, ya area get slayed quick, Oregon is ludacris walk through there and blaze zones/ (ho's in different area codes)

Klepto:
Metaphorically speaking, I stop your metabolism prior to puberty..
You're soon to be losing your voice and cry when i speak truthfully..
All ya blemishes seem to stand out..You'll think the world's collapsing..
But you'll soon learn this happens to all little girls.. the laughing,
The name calling, isolation.. It's all part of maturing and growing older..
So stop crying knowledge.. be a man with stature when I'm pulling voters..
We don't hate you.. Wait, yes we do, your raps are for fakes
You lack heart and faint, I'm plotting your death with black armored tanks
Blastin your scripts, better cash in your chips before I fold you in half..
Let me show you, in fact..Call you out in front of your whole crew and laugh..
..
You little bitch, this ain't no tourney.. We can increase this beef..
I don't need to sleep, so watch your back when it proceeds to streets..
Complainin about my wordlists, shit you got nothin to start with..?
Because you're heartless, rocks in your brain don't give you hardness..
I see through your disguises, and the outcome is quite decisive..
You don't have the knowledge to fuck with me on mic devices...

First to 5 **all votes must be explained, no newbie votes

01-26-2013, 04:23 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Knowledge vs Klepto 12-11-2001 Knowledge: My raps finish nations, verbal asphyxiation, my knowledge is illfully complex like calculus class receiving patients/ My mad speech equating with black leeches drainin DNA, Klep smacked- a beaten gay men, dammaged so fast he can't even get off his last thesis statement/ For the second time he steps to Know, and barely hung like he traded penis's wit asians, my jabs beat his brain, kleps shit is seeming ancient, but Jeeps bit Scrapes, I dammage flesh klep can't beat abrasions/ Decypher my mine? you can't get in bear skulls, bust hollow top sickened arrows, navy gets limited threads, cause I rip apparel/ Klep must live in peril, cause when I spit toxic shit thats mixed in barrels, in mid air my rhymes transform into heiroglyphic bare tones like egyptian Pharoes/ Knowledge the teacher, Klep the student standing, his mothers oral the location my semen lubricant is landing/ I throw up creativity, my puke imagines, Klep dies on hard shit, I was born live a marksman, I fly on carpets-- the new Alladin/ Oregon whut! can be on you grave stone, I admire your brave tones, get your brain blown, for thinkin Knowledge isn't capable to create homes for guerilla war fare, where I flame throw, terrorizing Portland's gay shows when this ape flows/ California born to bang zips wit strange hoes, ya area get slayed quick, Oregon is ludacris walk through there and blaze zones/ (ho's in different area codes) Klepto: Metaphorically speaking, I stop your metabolism prior to puberty.. You're soon to be losing your voice and cry when i speak truthfully.. All ya blemishes seem to stand out..You'll think the world's collapsing.. But you'll soon learn this happens to all little girls.. the laughing, The name calling, isolation.. It's all part of maturing and growing older.. So stop crying knowledge.. be a man with stature when I'm pulling voters.. We don't hate you.. Wait, yes we do, your raps are for fakes You lack heart and faint, I'm plotting your death with black armored tanks Blastin your scripts, better cash in your chips before I fold you in half.. Let me show you, in fact..Call you out in front of your whole crew and laugh.. .. You little bitch, this ain't no tourney.. We can increase this beef.. I don't need to sleep, so watch your back when it proceeds to streets.. Complainin about my wordlists, shit you got nothin to start with..? Because you're heartless, rocks in your brain don't give you hardness.. I see through your disguises, and the outcome is quite decisive.. You don't have the knowledge to fuck with me on mic devices... First to 5 **all votes must be explained, no newbie votes