Spems & Illusion vs Scrolls & Napalm

[trap.]

05-25-2002

Spems & Illusion:

Illusion:
This is why i fucked your mothers...

I think i'm gonna vomit...cause what i ate before is coming back...
didn't learn the first time...so i'll have to explain again why your wack...

At first i didn't believe it....Exspell wants a tag again?
It ain't homo tendenices...but rape is what i had with him...
the lights go down to dim...just to make you both look better...
But you comin apart at the seems...like washin wool sweaters...
type in bold letters...so you actually see that my text is phat
It ain't a conspiracy...but when i alienate you i'm dressed-in-black...
You tested that? my rhymes hott...make fire alarms go-off...
Blaze you both until scrolls is smoke...and naplams souls-gone...

Spems:
ey yo, ill heat this teach till his scrolls get murdered in ink//
like fans with "gonnorea" my "pen-is-killin" ur "appluade" when i think//(penacillin, cure for gonnerea)
im turnin u pussies pink, silently armed when im destroyin mutants//
my text splashes fools in schools like deaf columbine students//
brusin gays, reloadin explodin bacteria when my spits spray//
its trully amusing how scrolls and napalm love fungi's ways//(fun guys)
spits untangle like dna strands, mangle ur hands till ur arms dangle//
brakin ur ankles, sittin at 90' degree's im right at every angle//
tie scrolls to the back of napalm, i "wreck" vets like kids leavin from prom//
light a match in the front seat, till the "cars" a giant fire bomb//

Scrolls & Napalm:

Scrolls:
spems and illusion? nuclear fusion i put tubes in, takin ya to school with bruises/
foo's, u aint worth my time...disperse rhymes with the force to climb...the hurricane in movement/
better start placing your armor, suits and all...make you a gardener with fruits...and fall/
murderous gwals..nocturnal herds at risk..internal organs i bet i bring in tommmorrow/
the heart thats dangerous, flowing carpets in hangars../
harpoon to these strangers...apart from noon, im the noahs ark thats famous../
insane in propane tents, pinned in my domains sentenced../
pain so intense..game suspensed to where i grab the rain for dominance/
spems gone in a stance..scrolls with armored wings..harden the sins to parden his wish..for part of his admitance/
So, i opened the golden gates...frozen in place, swolen his glands for where its the ocean i stand../
moses floatin..heres my hand..*releases the spear* for the fear my potion..is nothing but the sand...

Napalm:
i urn-names, ashes maim when i spit i swerm 'n burn-frames/
worst-ways... i spit 'n shit stands still like reversed earthquakes/
i speed-too beat-you, i dont know what ya did, but u scream-too/
stab u with needles so many times u have no where to bleed-through!!/
i'll slice ya navals, then begin to disable the intestinal cables/
so even if these wannabes do eat me.. digestion is painful/
spems? still a newbie, and illusion.. a vet-tampered-down/
i rip through both of u bithces like a rock on a wet-paper-towel!!/
stomp spems chest off, so his graffiti's got him earning-ya-release/
burried illusion so deep even the devil sued for disturbing-the-peace!!/