[Saint]

(Posted 9-29-99)
by The Arch-Villain
Done to the beat of "Survival Tactics" by Styles of Beyond...

You kids' thoughts are faulty if you think you pawns accost me/
Cats are like Congres while I'm a nuke... testin my bombs is costly/
Put on your crown princess, I'll wreck you like British Popporazzi/
You couldn't see Happy Days in the future if you were a Shaman-Fonzie/
Kamakazi, I rock cats, leave em screamin “that’s cold man, stop that!!!"/
Like an ugly bitch with no fingers… you couldn’t hold my jock strap/
I’m puttin an end to the same thing your props lack…. that's existence/
I kick this, and now a new identity is goin on your wish list/
I rip shit regularly... your whole crew gets sent ta Hades/
They crazy... kids step and get punked like rock music in the 80’s/
Emcees hate me like police... cuz I've impounded countless louses' shit/
Bring some unoriginal rhymes and that amounts ta denouncement/
Now ya bouncin... I'm here to stay, unique like an Abstract Tribe/
You catch that vibe? Attackin those who mouth off as if I backslapped dykes/
I snatch cats like Krueger... I'm versatile and my footsteps are fallin nearer/
Lyrically I’m death from all angles like a killer in a hall mf mirrors/
All of em fear this... you try topical... but it's neigh-impossible/
To impress me with your best free because I'm writin off the dull/
Exhibitionist cats who got rhymes displayin' ass/
Your shit lacks flow and through the course of this verse you're fadin fast/
Fade to past as I expose the unskilled, I blow spots in accordance/
With those blessin kids who got nothin... like sponsor-an-orphan/
Styles are morphin but not mighty... I believe this scene is wrong/
You lack so much skill your own seed would fire you, like Martina Hingis’ mom/
Left speechless on retortin to the truth, bring out the new lights/
Your online verses are like Mike Tyson... losing after two bytes/
Shooting atcha loose rhymes, you'd lose in less than a minute... minus stalling/
My global reknown is shared with no one, like Linus Pauling's/
I find this apalling... gimme 30 seconds to distort the next challenger/
Kids think they can rule hip hop like Arthur with the force of Excalibur/
It's all a blur... I pull off a hundred-grand heist while you flex bandit’s guns/
When I spit words to fuck you up like "have sex standin" son/

You know who I am dag nabbit
Peace

Executionerz From LAN
f/ RAVEN and Radius (Original posting date: October 14, 1998)
** This keystyle was done as part of the lyrical war between the LAN (an on and off-line emcee crew) and a group of emcees from the "Whatever's Clever" board.
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[RAVEN]:
I AutoMaticly Cuase Tragedyz/Destroying Mc's In Virtual Reality/
Employing Fatalityz/Killing Ya Mistaken Individuality/
Blood Thirsty LAN Mercenaryz/Crush Ya Whole Militaryz/
Cannibal War Animal Advesary/Make Your Kingdom A Cemetary/

[King~D the Arch-Villain]:
Legendary, the LAN reps that is endin this war/
we come hard, you wack bitches know what's in store/
Like a horny trick with a spanking, yearnin for more/
fake babies, I'mma stick my dick in your umbilical cord/
Feed you off my piss drink it up like its cum/
fuck the dumb, ILL C and Klas stuck to dicks like chewing gum/
Not to mention rizin sun, and lathel under the gun/
I'mma burn your empire with heat higher than that of the sun/

[RaÐiu§]:
i smoke emcees, burn punches like the atmosphere at 420 degrees/
grab ya knees, and cap yaself until ya calf muscle bleeds/
cock and squeeze, is the procedure when u jerkin on my dick/
not hiphop's commercially made tricks, not lettin off fake clips/
u claim u shot, but u only posess the sound of braking sticks/
fuck these kids, like a private school principle physically did...

[RAVEN]:
I Graph Atomic ParaGraphz/With Bionic Semisonic AfterMathz/
Me Vs ILL C ..An Electronic Blood Bath/
Paralyze Ya Interprise/Penatrating Assassinating Ya Corporation/Your Pathetic/
Verbally Exercize Perfroming Fatal Calastatikz

[King~D the Arch-Villain]:
Automatics is the transition I make from battle to KILL MODE/
fake emcees get frustrated as I add onto the grill load/
of the wack bitches that I'm cookin up like chicken legs/
sit back and watch the carnage as LAN comes through rippin headz/

[RaÐiu§]:
im in position, to destroy ya vision, of a powerful coalition/
ammuntion is a must when u wage war with wut gawd calls super-intended/
i crush flows, touch nov(icain)z, mix records with some tecno/
battling u makes me sick and in need of a bowl of peptmo bismo/

[RAVEN]:
Leave klass Humiliated/Wit Mentalz Motion Activated/
My Verbalz Liquidated/Iz A Potion That Leaves ILL C Decenagrated/
Verbally Terminated/I'LL Leave The Atlantic Ocean Dehydrated/
Destroy You And Who-Everz Affiliated/Jus To Keep Me Motivated

[RaÐiu§]:
when da Rad-i is up, the opposition has an option to drop/
because im unstop-pable like the op-tion of being a jugga-naut/
i blow up ya spot, minds is a million deep like da pants of a clown/
even if u were a shark, my flows still posess the power to fish drown/