Shaojin594 vs Maniphesto

[trap.]

02-20-2002


Shao:

when shao shows techs mani gets a blown chest - bent like his bones messed - shao stomps heads and leaves them with a dome crest/ mani couldn't call the shots as Alexander Bell holding a holy grail with his phones blessed/ shaos smokin vets - mani couldn't block my punches if he was posting threads...

A failing kid with toys, mani can't collect and pass - he's playing board games/
biten scripts burn as my sword flames, caught as I-R-S him trying to hoard claims/
battle king? ur in the pawn of my hand, like aussies getting served u ask for the check mate/
whatever mani spits I confiscate like FBI crushing burnt CDs I'm wrecking fakes/
kid puts on a show but it don't say much, soldier won't stay in touch so the front's quiet/
destiny: ill fated as queer, mani hops on flamers? both the battle and answer is once I did/
jacks off on himself so his sons ride it- rip ur spine out n beat u so u get boned a lot/
splatter brain matter its ur final thought, mani gets rocked to death by stoned shots/
thug wanna be? mani couldn't spit dope shells if he was eating laced sunflower seeds/
skills lack to the nth degree - his raps are still the same even if I took away the C's/
words to chill the bone, mani boxes in effectively, shaken more than Ali and his disease/
I could swing and miss a punch and he would still get knocked down by the breeze/
no more than a cow herd, mani: less beef than flowers no need for punches even my calf could kill/
drop the shao wish list - we could flip scripts and you still couldn't reflect half my skill/
even a burnt buds wiser, tarred fists leave manis mouth more bitter than char beer/
like overpriced spoilers on a crash course - shao is wreckin his overrated car rear/


Maniphesto

fuck fate...I'll slug ya, atmosphere? my heat melt-space....
escape? its to late..like ron jeremy in the octagon...shaojin felt-eight....
for you an L's great, like cool J egos...
fade ya lips like black hair cuts until ya spread bald eagle...
mani rock with speech...punchlines that knock ya off ya feet...
fuck ya seed...stab the root till its fuckin coffin bleeds....
ya doomed clone...fuck jeeps im too stoned...
dead women walking like im spit boxing with tombstones...
mani's magnificant...everytime i read shao's shit i just belittle it....
how inconsiderite...im signing your epitaf on your fuckin birth certificate...
more wins then losses? i think your siggys-wrong....
you need to try again...but your out of chances like the end of biggie-songs...
shao dont show heart...like blood cells you die in vien(s)...
need to rub my head cause everytime i think my dick gets migranes...
***** a torn nation...battle mani stigmatas a common sensation....
work for the red cross..trading fists for shao's blood donations...
contact my fist and real eyez ya see through broken glasses...
slash your mass in half with heat...then cremate your fuckin ashes...
a guru with full clips...tongue like a tech 9..trigger? aint afraid to pull-it...
overshadow everyone..cuz im raps e-clips like online bullets.