Cryogenik vs Synoptikal

[trap.]

04-05-2002

Cryogenik-Vs-Synoptikal (S..O..H..H.. VS. B..B..O..Y...s)

Synoptikal:
yo, i come armed with intrinsic linguistics and cataclysmic rhythmics/ a mystic defyin laws of lyrical physics with this shit/ i'm sadistic/ gettin pleasure off the pain my hits inflict/ u don't spit, you drool and wheeze like a simplistic autistic/ fuck bombs, i jus light myself and explode/ now behold: regrow limbs like a spider, clear my throat to reload/ *ahem*, mic test 1 2 3 4/ i'm a fiberoptic lifeform with a heat plasma core/ the subject of myths, legends and religious folklore/ standin here on the ceilin spittin up to the floor/ rhymin's such a bore, are u sure u really want more?/ i store victims' souls in the web of my multichip brain/ once they are slain, consume their organs and disect the remains/ to determine why they would fight me~ they just might be insane/ copycats please refrain; bitin me'll leave u tooth-stained/ enemies step up and like streets they get curbed/ i'm crowd preferred, get em high cuz i smoke mics like herbs/ in freestyle contests i take first second and third/ first second and third... sorry that's the reverb ya heard/ my rap slurs flip each absurd verb backwards/ see every half word precedes the last term it came after/ i'm a phonetic flow master killin you faster than an army of steroid enhanced martial art masters/ do you need a body cast or should i just spit more plaster?/ i create disasters, like climate changes and shuddering mountain ranges/ you gameless, a lame trick beggin for my dick in your anus/ spittin more is pointless and aimless, why maintain hits when any one of my lines could single-handedly claim this/ you might as well forfeit and hang your head in shame bitch/ check yer obituary in the news cuz i just made you famous///

Cryogenik:

Kid, ya rhymes aint got direction, but you'll be leaving fond-of-me/ Honestly, You's just an herb, just another Canibus wannabe/ Get off my nuts kid, I didn't make-you-suck/ take ya lips and tape-em-shut/ cuz ya lyrics are like STRIKING BARBERS....they just DONT MAKE-THE-CUT/ You got no idea what you saying half the time duke, you worthless/ my verse hits, on purpose, cuz im ABOVE YOU PUZZYS like a CERVIX/ You a disgrace to this site, which is a disgrace in itself/ while Richard Simmons couldnt work off this phatness, son i'm bad for ya health/ I'm STEALTH, you kids really CAN'T SEE-ME simply cuz im greater/ ****** wont be seeing you later cuz ONE LINE SPLITS YOU IN HALF like the EQUATOR/ so dont try playin intelectual, dont even trying stepping to me textual/ cuz bytch, you AINT FUKKIN NOBODY similar to A-SEXUALS/ that shyt was done in 15? that was far beneath-mild/ in the meanwhile, You DROPPIN ICE ON THE BATHROOM but you still CANT FREEZE-TILE(Freestyle)/ But for real, a beating was in order, you just came up shorter/ Now kids is EASILY WALKIN OVER YOU like the ISRAELI BORDER/

*ahem*, mic test 1 2 3 4

hahahhahahahaha, need I say more?/ I'm teaching-this-whore, that his speeches-is-poor/ and i'll remind you of that shyt when ya knees-hit-the-floor/........so just keep weapin-some-more....

*stops timer*....11 minutes...BYTCH