[trap.]

12-28-2001

Both verses had to have a style switch...

yo
yo,

ayo ballistic spittin them shit scripts, how does it feel to meet ya master?/
only reason this kids flows are 'highlighted' is so i can 'delete them faster'/
such a ‘whack-bitch’ that ya girl gotta fat-lip and cracked-ribs doin back-flips like acrobatics/
I smack-this kid like then have him “yell..oHH!! (yellow) like tha stains on his mattress/
all of ya attack’s-miss, ill never “get behind” in tha votes cuz my verse is straight‘ass-less’/
U 'can’t pass’-this' like math-kids takin a course in Shakespearian classics/
I ‘blast-hits’ like addicts sneezin after takin madd-sniffs off tha same ‘how be an MC’ packets that provided ur wackness and sad-rips/
u ‘seein death’ like a 'plastic casket', so dash-quick back-wit tha losers bracket/
knocked u off da atlas, until you forced to be labeled as a sad bitch!/
you half wit,U don’t exceed-ur-time, u jus post-late..wit tha most-wait I roast-hate, toast-fakes..u recievin BOO’S to compliment ya ‘ghost’-fate/

STYLE SWITCH....... Wordplay & Punches!!!

yo
yo,

ayo i hate abusive cops so i kill 'wild pigs' jus so i will never be 'boar'-ing ya/
i deleted ya 'eyesight' so now now all of ya flows is gettin 'cornea'/(cornier)
ballistic theres no debate 'witch' verse is better cuz im ridin 'brooms' and thangs/
ya cant top this cuz you 'lackin comebacks' like 'broken boomerangs'!/
my verses they ruin thangs, no wonder why im rulin ya city/
when he seen my verse i had him walkin away like the marijuana in his siggy!/



Ballistic

Destiny ~ The Future ~ Your fate is fortold, Testimony ~ the ttruth of your Death ~ all behold// In ballistics Finest hour $cript$ styles will be rolled / A mark in history like the bible stories told//

$cript$ left with rips, shattered muscles departed souls/ Bouls of Flesh fed to the Crows, Battered scull - bruised skin ~ broken bones// Everlasting torture ~ epileptic lapses ~ deadly visions/ of Ballistics Lyrical crimes snapping synapses into devisions// Loss of feeling ~ eternal bleeding ~ Depleting mental state/ Ballistics brain scattering, Breathing cavity sealing.. rhyms leaving you Lost For Words.

.¤.¸¸.·´¨`» NEW STYLE «´¨`·.¸¸.¤.


abbundance of ideas to eradicate your force/ attacking $cript$ fears with the the power to enforce.. the destruction of your life, no human be spared/ Desamated BAttle lines ~ no sympathy ~ you cant be repaired/ nor can you be prepaired for the Lyrical Battle that be forthcoming, I leave you running naked - stripped of your veteran badges your emcee skillz equal to a 2 year olds "in tune" (sarcasm) humming//
You couldn't shred me if you were a cheese grater with a 5 star rating/ or chop me into pieces if you were a samuri in playstations Tekken//

I draw to a close/ final battle stroke be played// Mystical ballistic dust sprayed on history pages - no $cripts$ be there, cept a old tale of a whack emcee out phased//

*I AM THE NEW ERA*

~Ballistic~