Knowlege vs Dod$

[trap.]

01-25-2002


Knowlege
A Lost soul, Dod probes through my glock range, toss flame/
The view finder locks scope, release fury and rock frames/
knowledge resides with a 24/7 illness, never see the top notch fade/
Cause when I ain't pushin carts at K-mart is the only time I have off days/
I hop stage, rip scripts, pull the curtains, poeticism treasured like a shakespearean lost page/
Direct this, chop Dods's limbs--or cast parts but beware cause my props plague/
My mics are balanced on both flatlands and rocky cliffs, let emcees like Dod$ hang on my mowlers to watch me spit/
Educationed spits are obvious, without schoolin suicide is probably quick/
So when dods was caught sleepin, Lifephormz could not exist I had to drop these myths/
I am the presence, and Dods can't stop these gifts/
My suttle movements cause wind stoms with one wave of the hand made his whole body shift/
Harder than adolescents watchin porn at night, when I storm the mic I lob thorns through sights/
Dods wanted to collab but I don't perform wit dykes/
Apologizing to ****** we've lost another Phorm of Life/
Don't win awards cause I'm to far before my time, I'm the lord in hide, birthed on top like I was born in flight/



Dod$
Call this 'rape' im 'beatin' the 'fuck' out of this 'pussy'
Knowl too fussy like museem artifacts he cant touch-me
this so called mc only packs heat puttin flamers in a suit-case
shoot-this-disgrace, wouldnt be tight as a boot-lace!
leave ya face lookin worse than the elephant man
'complex'? wouldnt be 'hot' if ya brought 'hell' upon 'japan'
got a game-plan? fuck ya brain-span Dods leaves ya needin sugery
bleedin with burns to the 3rd degree, no ears only way knowl aint heard-of-me
this is 'perjury' I 'caught' this cat sayin he was-ill (court)
damn knowl 5-0, like Mortal Kombat Dod's flaws-kill (floors)
make jaws-spill tounges cus bitin my shit only burns throats
from knowl nothin to quote, im 'in control' your spits just 'remote'
knowl like a bank note after high inflation cus he's worth nothing!
stop frontin, only made you a MOD so ya birth ment something
wouldn't become-king of this site if ya were theory's first born
like a 'early death' of ya 'only child' this will be ya worst-'mourn' (morn, morning, mourning)
leave ya veins burst-and-torn, knowl aint been seen cus he sensed-a-brawl-vs-dods
knowl beatin me is like 'Phil Collins' songs cus it 'against-all-odds!'
dont roll with squads? wanted a diffrent identity so ya changed-ya-name
punches aint hittin me, knowl took his comp back to exchange-his-aim!