Da Storm vs Element

trap. · 01-26-2013, 04:07 PM

12-08-2001

Element spit

yo yo yo storm when i spit shit from these lubricated lips/
I rip hips and hold the microphone wit out finger tips/
even when i come half equipped/
you dont know what to do wit me like a dike handlin a dick/
If i wore a blue suit and handcuffs I still wouldn't cop ya c.d/
even wit both hands on my cock storm still couldnt beat me/
my rap style is unique like a jamaican wit no hair/
ya rap career is similar to a snickers commercial it ain't goin nowhere/storms m.c. skillz shittier than feces/
but im like a.i.d.s it's gon take magic to beat me/
when i bring beef its like antrax nobody really want it/
if somethin involves doin illness u know i done it/
im the sickest rap talent since eric wright/(eazy e)
my nickname should be zip lock cuz my flow is air tight/
even if u gave me the money to purchase ya record i still wouldn't buy it/
thinkin u nice is like believin rosie o'donnell went on a diet/
my lyrical stamina, handlen ya, and damagin other amatures im tearin ya to shreds this is just another m.c. dead

Storm spit

Here we go

In all battles im the winner kid look up to me im his mentor/
Element couldn't "rock the house" if he lived on the epicenter/ (earthquake)

Normal punches style

My mouth leak nothin but "hot shit" like stabbin the body of "satan"/
You beatin me is like A.C. Green you need to "quit playin"/
Im one of the illest newbies take all contenders and that's a fact son/
Win this battle dog "I NOSE my JOB" like "Latoya Jackson"/
You spits is "bull" like Ron Artest how you think you gon do me/
After this verse I bet the crowd say "WOO" like a Jada Pinkett movie/
Steppin in the "storm" without bein properly dressed "what was you thinkin"/
You gon leave this battle with "small wounds" like tusslin with "Puerto Ricans"/ (shanks)
If yo name aint the "PASTOR"~this is disaster~son picture you "blessin" me/
Like a nigga wit "no feet" dog "you cant step to me"/
You spittin a lot of bullshit like niggas feel you or hear what you "sayin"/
when ya style is "cheaper" than tobacco at the "Indian Reservation"/
Biters "copied" my style like "kinkos" this a new style that im unfoldin/
Dont come equipped for battle all you catch is the button "on the left" of the colon/
Nobody thinks you hot no wonder ya not the member of a crew~ i'll split you in two/
You can "shoot guns" but i "FIRE-STONES" now who killin who/(firestone tires)

01-26-2013, 04:07 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Da Storm vs Element 12-08-2001 Element spit yo yo yo storm when i spit shit from these lubricated lips/ I rip hips and hold the microphone wit out finger tips/ even when i come half equipped/ you dont know what to do wit me like a dike handlin a dick/ If i wore a blue suit and handcuffs I still wouldn't cop ya c.d/ even wit both hands on my cock storm still couldnt beat me/ my rap style is unique like a jamaican wit no hair/ ya rap career is similar to a snickers commercial it ain't goin nowhere/storms m.c. skillz shittier than feces/ but im like a.i.d.s it's gon take magic to beat me/ when i bring beef its like antrax nobody really want it/ if somethin involves doin illness u know i done it/ im the sickest rap talent since eric wright/(eazy e) my nickname should be zip lock cuz my flow is air tight/ even if u gave me the money to purchase ya record i still wouldn't buy it/ thinkin u nice is like believin rosie o'donnell went on a diet/ my lyrical stamina, handlen ya, and damagin other amatures im tearin ya to shreds this is just another m.c. dead Storm spit Here we go In all battles im the winner kid look up to me im his mentor/ Element couldn't "rock the house" if he lived on the epicenter/ (earthquake) Normal punches style My mouth leak nothin but "hot shit" like stabbin the body of "satan"/ You beatin me is like A.C. Green you need to "quit playin"/ Im one of the illest newbies take all contenders and that's a fact son/ Win this battle dog "I NOSE my JOB" like "Latoya Jackson"/ You spits is "bull" like Ron Artest how you think you gon do me/ After this verse I bet the crowd say "WOO" like a Jada Pinkett movie/ Steppin in the "storm" without bein properly dressed "what was you thinkin"/ You gon leave this battle with "small wounds" like tusslin with "Puerto Ricans"/ (shanks) If yo name aint the "PASTOR"~this is disaster~son picture you "blessin" me/ Like a nigga wit "no feet" dog "you cant step to me"/ You spittin a lot of bullshit like niggas feel you or hear what you "sayin"/ when ya style is "cheaper" than tobacco at the "Indian Reservation"/ Biters "copied" my style like "kinkos" this a new style that im unfoldin/ Dont come equipped for battle all you catch is the button "on the left" of the colon/ Nobody thinks you hot no wonder ya not the member of a crew~ i'll split you in two/ You can "shoot guns" but i "FIRE-STONES" now who killin who/(firestone tires)