Noetic vs Virtue

[trap.]

04-08-2002

Noetic (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=12044)

Either align ya stream or find a scheme to blind the scene,
Cuz your “flow” is more “missed”(mist) than Primatine combined with steam.

I rhyme obscene, with primal screams, every lines extreme,
And packs in more action than John Paxon and your hymen’s seen.

When I was built, I had phonetically been prepared to be a rhyme machine,
With DNA that was genetically engineered with “designer genes”,

I’ll hit you with Orion’s belt so freakin hard you’ll be seein’ stars,
Cryin’ “help!” with a giant welt, and ion scar and you’ll die on “Mars”.

And if ya did survive, say it was hot as hell and all ice warms,
The MGS(mars global surveyor) would arrive, and still wouldn’t spot any “intelligent” life forms .

I’ll “ring” ya neck with the cold plasma torn from “Saturn”,
And kick “Ur-anus” 3.14 times till it forms a pattern.

Cuz I’m fightin’ “Titans” with “Neptunes” “trident”, thrown like “Hercules”,
That’ll shoot in your azz like the “Jupiter” crash, with a flow like “Mercury”

The blow might certainly, kill everyone that stands in the room,
expandin' the boom,like the hands of doom to send every man to the “Moon”.

Cuz were not even the same genus, that’s why I’m seen as a genius,
You couldn’t “conceive” during a “Zenith” if you stuck your penis in “Venus”.

You’re about as “Sharp” as a picture on a “Sony” covered in bologna,
But only when two typical fools sippin “O’Douls” discovered it was phony.(sharp..beer,cheese,TV, and picture resolution)

Did you catch that one homy? Or was it a little too complex?
In a few contests your best could never beat my true context.

You “never even seen me cumin” like Mr. McGoo on Ex ,(Ecstacy)
Yellin’ “Who want’s sex?” to two dudes before he threw on specs.

So face it dammit, you couldn’t “pack a full house” if your name was Gambit,
And you couldn’t “rock a party” if it was in “Bedrock” and paved in granite.

You’re the faggot at Vanilli shows clappin at Milli’s flows,
You rappers “know the dilly?” I’m the only rapper the dilly knows.

You’d think it was the Matrix the way I’m slappin you silly hoes,
I got you readin’ lines three times to see how deep my rabbit hole really goes.



Vurtue (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=11560)

Let me help this Noetic peaset find Heaven on his road of life/
Son you pose no might cause you just the Moses type/

Hold the dice, But don't let Vurtue sign ya death/
Im Sick, I'll scare you then rip your lungs out, to help find ya breath/

Lines get messed, Like the execution chairs chosen few/
Noe, You just don't make sense like stores that are broke in to/

& Behold you lose, When curtains lift, Ya verses reverse the Hits/
Trying to take your foot out Your mouth and un-hurt your Wrists?/

Leave ya person stiff as ya shirt just stick to your bloody chest/
Your fists stuck in grave danger for trying to punch deep text/

For Months "Me Next" is all I here, now you barely show skill/
V Haunt you with A loss, Beat you badly till your ghost is killed/

Slow shrills get posts filled when ya ain't ave Preparation for 'H'ate/
No split desicions jus big heads as I seperate the Faces of Greats/

Chasing ya waste is the pen and pad you used to try And dis/
Going over your head like Bonds and Mcguire trying to fence/

Ya Time is bent when I brake ya arms and haste alarms/
Just spelling death like bobby phils and earnhardt racing cars/

--you just got knocked the fuck out MAAAAIIINNN!!!--

Finishing off this rattled fag with blows of insane flows/
Sport a checkered battle flag, while Noe's is rainbow/

Maintain to rain bows, 'construct' damage when wreckin' shit/
'Schooling' this dismal fuck even without 'prerequisites'/

Can't even spell his own name, I doubt your text's even legible/
V's Able to decimate you in rounds of terrible decibles/

Sounding off really awfully with invariable parables/
Don't bother bartering rhymes, i'll make your offers ineligible/

Make it very unbearable, saying to me, while hysterical/
"Why the fuck is this happening, shall I pray for a miracle?/

Multisyllabic harriers? Why is this Vurtue so cross?"/
My Point of view, strictly aerial Noe, while you're writhing in loss/