Dock vs Apocalypse
12-30-2001
Apocalypse's verse......
When "Dock~spits" he roasts marshmellows....Apoc just melts the mics
No-doubt when i write, got it off the 'hook' more than candyman's telephone lines
Lets set it straight...like two bisexual parents seeds a genetic~state
dead the slate...cause after the battle CSI will bet its rape
lets face it dock...this battle?? i'm gaurnteed to take~it..
ur flows basic..i'll put your mic next to my gas pedal just to 'brake~it'
On a carnival status your rated...dock couldn't keep balance on a seg~way
Get your mind blown...your testicals explode when gettin head from Tim McVay!
Just keep your boat Docked...at this fee your ship stays stalled
Think this a game? your punches played out more than refs with "play ball"
You always fuckin shit up...this cats the equivalant to anal~sex
Get confused like Jordan...in the bed he's tired, always askin what play is next
Hate this text...my words blaze & break ya neck...'busta' verse until ya perspire
You couldn't get your shit to 'drop' if you used WWF stunt~wire!
I'ma drop a 'block' in...dockspitz gets 'overdone' like creed components
You just like the "Iron Mic Tyson"..on the 'fall' from his last 3 opponents!
We fighting...i'm conversation lighting...while you just thunder
we don't see eye~to~eye...like ray charles and stevie wonder~
Dockspitz words....
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Dockspitz verse.....
oh this kids mad slept on? ya better pass my Concerta...
exhale ya shit, you've "in-vented" the wack converter..
cats might "bank" on you winnin' but thats to un"trust"able....
bend over n fuck ya crew, "rest in peace", beds adjustable....
had to rehearse ya verse, when heard ya forget the first three words.....
jukin'-like-a-God Dock takes Zues's-lightnin'-rod to reverse the earths....
Dock's unstoppable, often ruled, one ya don't wanna walk into.....
this experience was "eye catchin", watch my hook pop both ya opticals....
stop it fool, verbs churnin' faster, can't start to be hurtin' this rapper...
look, i say "fuck death", why not? ya already flirtin' with disaster!....
ya need a ghost writer against me? i suggest ya hire Dock...
cause i'm rebuildin' the fallin' towers with ya endless writers block...
communication with your ghost ends, to dial, ya out a range....
destroy all the yellow bellys and wipe the smile off your page...
flip shit with me and watch Dock throw a dick in ya teeth...
if ya kick it with D ya best begin to pick up your feet.....
like real diamond earings, my burnin' lines are intereferin'......
thought you could spit through a Brita and purify ya lyrics?...
i'm endearin' your verbal smearin's, ontop the killa keys i'm sendin'...
testin' the eminent rememberence? well the possiblities are endless!!......nicca
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