[trap.]

02-26-2002


PJK's SPIT:
u couldn't 'play-with-words' if u wrote ur verse on the side of ur penis/
ur days-r-cursed, i slay-ya-verse and leave your metaphors bleedin/
claim-to-be-dope, hang-up-ur-hopes, u quote 'generic emcees'/(richard corey=rc is a generic soda)
i spit like an m16 at a quincy's that'll turn you to mince meat/
u couldn't 'come quick' at poizonus if ur name was 'iller than thou'/(check mani's post about his erectile dysfunction)
get beat and killed with a clout, punched till the fillings spill from ya mouth/
i'm dead-wrong, chop your legs-off, tell you to 'step to me'/
intellectually my complexity'll outbox u and knock out the referee/
i make slits on your jaw, give you a face lift, up in a spaceship/
now u outta this world, but i don't mean skill, you just weightless/
i'm like tiger sharks when i spit, bashed you harder than brix/
till your flesh started to rip in ya nose and the cartiledge split/
fuck light, i'm speakin bars that impact like a gleaming shard/
of glass movin faster than the speed of dark, rippin your spleen apart/
~Stranglin-SCI, mangle-ya-eyez, you want veteran status/
~Claimin you the best of the masters, while i'm doper than addict's medicine cabinets/
~I'm fast enuff to grab a tech trigger and pull it, chase the bullet/
~I'll stick it back-in-the-chamber before u realize ur ass-iz-in-danger/
~Speakin my name, i'm leavin ya maimed, leakin from veins/
~Giant pieces of brain, you bleed on the stage, fragments of bone streakin ya face/
~Actions speak louder than words, so fuck verses, sciphi's down in the dirt!/
~You 'lost ya life', but at least ya 'dead' body's been 'found in a hearse'/
rather than `challenge the master`, i dump a `round in ya bladder`/
just to 'piss you off', sci phi, the illest `talentless rapper!`/(his illest newB BS)

in case u don't get the iller than thou ish, athena told mani that itt has an erectile dysfunction, and that he has premature ejaculation....also, where the ~ are, read the letters....it's an extra diss i guess, heheh....


SCI's SPIT:
A newbie showdown?//call me out consider suicide//I heard poisonous turned gay so he could get “bone-ified”/B]//you beat three vets just to get re-spect//now watch me re-ject this de-fect coz he hasent beat “me yet”// like a cheap bet//I expect no return//you could light 5 forest fires, and you still wouldn’t “burn”//but I ignite lines at 2005 farenheit// leave you “lost in the dark” [B]like stevie dub trying to “stare at night”//youre reputations hazy//son of a lame breed//a dirty rendition of the newbie title EVEN THE MODS GAVE ME/im a lyrical rambo/all heat seeking flow when you spit wack punches like "GLASS JOE"//I treat Poisonous like a transient emcee spittin malt liqours//coz his verses are like bad dentist visits: ALL FILLERS//my rhymes only get phatter, and yours seem to be thinning// SCI NEEDS AN OPTIMOLOGIST//COZ “EYE” CANT “SEE” YOU WINNING//


Danger…..

JK EARNED THIS BATTLE….NOW ITS TIME FOR HIS PAY-DAY
BUT FROM A EMCEE IN HIS HAY DAY ALL HE SCREAMS IS “MAY-DAY”


The crowd yells

FINISH HIM!!!! FINISH HIM!!! FINISH HIM!!!


Im like Robo-Cop, you picked up the mic and I yelled “drop it”//Poisonous is like throwback jerseys//time for them to come out of the closet//I ll rebuke your flow like Christ rebuked Pharisees//exposing your style for homosexual tendancies//bring me your whole crew//im sure to leave your best dead// hated on coz you tried to start a “cyber sex” thread// all mods and vets turning to what this fool made// you couldn’t come with good “punch” lines if you were sniffing Kool Aid//thinking it was flavored coke//that’s why you have a JK, coz your name is a JOKE (j/k)// ive already won son//listen to facts// your crew is like fruit of the loom chonies//coz U Position Sacks//





good luck !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!