Sci-Phi vs Massacre

[trap.]

12-17-2001

SCI-PHI:

yo.....i spit ferocious/but your body cant handle this lyrical prognosis/now take these doses/you can understand how ill the east coast is/yea i know you/but do you know me?/cmon' now..nt even MORPHINE could slow me/you rap about science and vocabulary/well since your dad is a kindergarden teacher/i guess its hereditary/you spend time on poems, haikus, and sonets/but you need to go to rap rehab/ cause youre "HOOKED ON PHONICS".../a lyrical massacre?/ you could'nt stab a track with a cathader/your mom moved to indiana?/ but you still aint mad at her..http://www.******.com/forums/vault/i...ies/smile.gif/ but i spit these verses/ buts its not funny/im just a bully who just beat you up for your LYRICAL LUNCH MONEY......

MASS:

NOW....it's time to vanquish scienz-phiction//illiterate emcee...everything u type is a cotradiction; to your true life dipiction//in this "jurisdiction" I got the illest VOCAB..and yet i'm only using a fifth//mass constantly comin iLL and u come in as whack as WILL SMITH//STop fronting....SCI-PHI's really a FAT whit GUY that has no life//so he sits behind a screen pounding "key's"//but mass dilevers a verse and makes his "heart rate rapidly increase"//when these text are released u sit in awe..with an open mouth//u need to realize my style is bad for your health//after analyzing this verse..you'll go and vote against ya self//these hexes are kreepin in stealth..to engulf everything that "SCI-PHI" holds dearest to his heart//but MASS erupt and cause the sky to go dark..and sharpen darts to throw at this waste of "FLESH"//after ya fatality i'll rezerect u just to beat u right back to death//stot babbaling u wasteing u breath....because u ain't on MASS' level//I spit so scourchin i'll give 3rd degree burns to the devil//so keep coming with ya cat-N'-the-Hat..nursery rhymes//because u couldn't drop "a DOPE LINE" if U were the drug dealling KIND//