Sci-Phi v DopeRhyma

trap. · 01-28-2013, 12:25 AM

01-06-2002

Sci-Phi spits:

you come at me wit nothing but curse words/but i got worse words/my flow creates a beat thatll irregulate your cpu cursors/my rhymes carry weight/but yours are bulemic/regurgitating others flows/i know coz i seen it/you couldnt serve me if you was a waiter/you should be my pupil/coz to you/im your educator/youre fading fast in this battle/a lyrical blood loss/if ryhmes were the biggest need/id be the lyrical RED CROSS/im startin while youre 3rd string/on this lyrical dream team/i make you cry and terminate youre whole lyrical being/to me youre pint size/when i bring ryhmes thatll rearange YOUR FONT SIZE/in this battle like poker your folding/coz my rhymes confuse your mind/i even cross your DNA CODING/belive me, this battle wont be slept on/coz lyrically, son,
you just got LYRICALLY STEPPED ON

DopeRhyma spits:

washed up n far-from-‘dope’, this faggots droppin 'bars-of-soap'!//
keep wishin you’ll eat an emcee and most definitly 'starve-from-hope'//
start-to-choke your neck like from your birth, tied with an ambilical-chord//
you spit wak on the keys! now wipe ya drool off-the-'board!//
care units, are necessary your headin for hospitalization//
mental clinic registration after dope rhyma’s participation//
Stringin you along for the bus ride, no tour guides are needed//
I’ll be the guide showin your fuckin ass that losses need to be greeted//
I’m killin niggas at random, out of a hat I “pick-souls”//
I’m spittin all over your screen, lyrics drippin from your pixels//
unlike you I captivate crowds, people speak of “dope” openly//
i rap the type of shit even got mute kids quotin’ me//
I’ll lyrically tie ur tounge as if you were a shoe-lace!//
You couldn’t handle my style even if I was a suitecase//
If ever actually killed, I’ll cast spells like ‘die-cast’ collectibles//
beating me more complicated than turning 6 digit fractions to decimals//
by battlin’ me your wastin time I’ll never lose to bitches//
if the vote isn’t for me its due to internet explorer glitches//

01-28-2013, 12:25 AM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Sci-Phi v DopeRhyma 01-06-2002 Sci-Phi spits: you come at me wit nothing but curse words/but i got worse words/my flow creates a beat thatll irregulate your cpu cursors/my rhymes carry weight/but yours are bulemic/regurgitating others flows/i know coz i seen it/you couldnt serve me if you was a waiter/you should be my pupil/coz to you/im your educator/youre fading fast in this battle/a lyrical blood loss/if ryhmes were the biggest need/id be the lyrical RED CROSS/im startin while youre 3rd string/on this lyrical dream team/i make you cry and terminate youre whole lyrical being/to me youre pint size/when i bring ryhmes thatll rearange YOUR FONT SIZE/in this battle like poker your folding/coz my rhymes confuse your mind/i even cross your DNA CODING/belive me, this battle wont be slept on/coz lyrically, son, you just got LYRICALLY STEPPED ON DopeRhyma spits: washed up n far-from-‘dope’, this faggots droppin 'bars-of-soap'!// keep wishin you’ll eat an emcee and most definitly 'starve-from-hope'// start-to-choke your neck like from your birth, tied with an ambilical-chord// you spit wak on the keys! now wipe ya drool off-the-'board!// care units, are necessary your headin for hospitalization// mental clinic registration after dope rhyma’s participation// Stringin you along for the bus ride, no tour guides are needed// I’ll be the guide showin your fuckin ass that losses need to be greeted// I’m killin niggas at random, out of a hat I “pick-souls”// I’m spittin all over your screen, lyrics drippin from your pixels// unlike you I captivate crowds, people speak of “dope” openly// i rap the type of shit even got mute kids quotin’ me// I’ll lyrically tie ur tounge as if you were a shoe-lace!// You couldn’t handle my style even if I was a suitecase// If ever actually killed, I’ll cast spells like ‘die-cast’ collectibles// beating me more complicated than turning 6 digit fractions to decimals// by battlin’ me your wastin time I’ll never lose to bitches// if the vote isn’t for me its due to internet explorer glitches//