Mixed-Phyt vs Famous

[Saint]

TW: Keystyles Trenches 2001

Famous:
Almost didn't make it, no time lately.
Its a rude cost and you got laced, claimed you just bruise soft
Think ya audios are nice-I can make better tracks with my shoes off
This dudes lost, you suck in text, ur ok in audio, depite your gay flow
Just lay low-your not touchin me, I'm above God's head, like a halo
You might have came cold if you weren't so weak, P can't tempt me
He never wins, his pot of V's is the abbreviation of mountain; its M.T
Please repent P, your locked in battle-too bad sparrins' the sad key
Quit dickriding me and let go of my balls cause you aren't a caddie
My carnage will gladly rip you,no pieces, only drop when buffing
I'm pro when I kill you,red lights before creation; I stop at nothing
All your shots-I'm stuffing, your dead on charts,yet I'm strung high
You...um..died,and your raps mush rooms, ur still not a fun guy (fungi)
You fail to come fly, & you can't fight, one attack and your dead
Clapped cause u dread, phyt can't see me like the back of his head
your the wackest thats breed, my temper rose, my mood tore u, son
ur style banned in the states, I'm america's choice, like Food Emporium
Its rude but I'm scorin' em', you battle in fear, folding shook flows
The outcome of the battle is Jewish trait; only the hook knows
Hook:
I'm halving your body with glass, afterwards I split the payne
The winning battler is 'no one', cause no ones' phyt for fame
-Famous

Phyt:
"Phyt and Famous"
I'll leave this novice ripped, dont know you but i promise this;
you dont start fights, your drawn into battles, like comic strips,
while you polish dicks, i service the sky its not worth it to try,
this kid Famous dont fit his name, like tryna 'purchase a bye',
my verses is fly, i stay high, still manage to stand my ground,
i'll have cats callin you a finger scale; you cant handle pounds,
and plus you suck too, dont make me peel caps, like thugs do,
i'm down to crush crews, so 'Phyt's only '8' since i'm above U,
frontin like you flashin your ride, you in studios, askin for time,
bust a warnin shot to the driver, cap five in the passenger side,
death; you'd better opt for that, fuck lyrics, can you stop a gat?
Famous can't even carry a tune, you too afraid to drop a track,
get'cha ego lit, be on some other shit, i'm on some lethal shit,
on some fecal shit, i'm on some thieve you and beat you shit,
fuck ya fake facade, i see through it, soon you'll be takin shots,
cause Phyt'll be better than famous until earth's rotation stops,
i'm schoolin you, so fuck college, man dont even make plans,
now you're best bet for Hip Hop is learnin how to break dance,
raps stay bland, however if you want a chance, you can catch it,
thinkin you'll win, you're more misled then the youth in Traffic,
i'm rippin this soldier and it wont end until my mission is over,
aquired the name Famous and think your getting exposure?
let me find you steppin with cold feet and you can lose ya toes,
Famous couldn't have the win locked, if his computer froze,
'Phyt