Da Apocalyspe VS Manifest

God Of War · 01-27-2013, 01:45 PM

posted on 7/25/01

Manifest

look!! who that be?? the raspy crafty half breed
between man and tank chassis, greater than gatsby
the most prolific, versatile style none can match me
while pac competin less frequent than olympic athletes
my decibels flexxin, check the beatin your ears take
Apocalypse?? it's 0-1... aint you a year late???
obvious, your fear makes your weak state a clear trait
i'll stab your light weight chest plate until the spear breaks
heresay?? i learned the tru facts steppin to face you
embrace truth that everybody hates you, and make due
with gettin fucked up like the face your mother gave you
i'll take you, twist your ligaments until they break through
your outer epidermis, leave your body outta service
definin what a worthless herb is, you can't reverse this
i splatter you like bird shit, when my rhyme style disperses
leave you screamin curses, stealin purses for my verses
the well rounded emcee, like the planets surface
lyrically gettin endocrinical, you nervous
i turn kids to turnips, gettin buried tryin to beat me
your swings are missin like the body of ms. chandra leavy
I'm air tight, you tryin to breathe me?? oh please b
i pee freely shittin fesces on your fuckin species
believe me, aint no need to think the story's fake
your mind is too young, this battle's statchatory rape
i rap for glories sake, you rappin whack hopin to win
you gropin the pen? that's the most potent of sins
cut you open and then, leave you chokin on phlegm
you broken within, while manifest flows with a grin........

01-27-2013, 01:45 PM	#1
God Of War The Landlord Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 5,822 Battle Record: 12-10 Rep Power: 10493983	Da Apocalyspe VS Manifest posted on 7/25/01 Manifest look!! who that be?? the raspy crafty half breed between man and tank chassis, greater than gatsby the most prolific, versatile style none can match me while pac competin less frequent than olympic athletes my decibels flexxin, check the beatin your ears take Apocalypse?? it's 0-1... aint you a year late??? obvious, your fear makes your weak state a clear trait i'll stab your light weight chest plate until the spear breaks heresay?? i learned the tru facts steppin to face you embrace truth that everybody hates you, and make due with gettin fucked up like the face your mother gave you i'll take you, twist your ligaments until they break through your outer epidermis, leave your body outta service definin what a worthless herb is, you can't reverse this i splatter you like bird shit, when my rhyme style disperses leave you screamin curses, stealin purses for my verses the well rounded emcee, like the planets surface lyrically gettin endocrinical, you nervous i turn kids to turnips, gettin buried tryin to beat me your swings are missin like the body of ms. chandra leavy I'm air tight, you tryin to breathe me?? oh please b i pee freely shittin fesces on your fuckin species believe me, aint no need to think the story's fake your mind is too young, this battle's statchatory rape i rap for glories sake, you rappin whack hopin to win you gropin the pen? that's the most potent of sins cut you open and then, leave you chokin on phlegm you broken within, while manifest flows with a grin........