RESURRECT vs. Omega

[God Of War]

posted on 1/3/01

RESURRECT

I conjure cuts; respond'ta sluts like you wit a fuck you -
Against these half assed cats; that shit you wrote might do -
But in fights wit the likes that strike lifes wit knife quotes -
You better revise ya recital; cause you no where near dope wit ya high hopes -
Yeah you can fuck wit RES...and Niggers volunteered to tie nooses -
Try and rebuke this...
You think you ill? You better check for the correct prognosis -
Even wit injected raw doses and supplied quotes -
And if a million asses ripe wit feces surprised ya throat; ya still couldn't spit real shit -
Your whole steelo is pretty holly like you got a habit of bibles and drill bits -
I'm the mics first disciple; recite yo death wit less breath than athsmatics -
OMEGA?
Since you wanna be the END, let start the process -
I resend more men than chopp'n off at the head like fore skin; gett'n in they fortress -
For the sum of this math -
Add the tactics of massive gashes to ya ass -
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Seige ya brain wit propane flames -
Elixor of death and pain that mame deleted ya name -
Excreted acids in talk to hault ya word javelins -
My released speech heard, got ya nerves unravel'n -
My blades journey, made gourneys ya favorite past time -
Ya whole style is deceased wit them passed lines -

I gave first lights burst at birth / heard crys from the earth... / hurt those that pose as friends and switch to foes at days close / so I acted wit tactics that'll turn ya singular axis backwards / your illegitamacy shows in ya delivery ya wack bastard - RESURRECT

vs.

Omega

this guy named resurrect, needs to give his head-a-check/
if i wasn't such a better-vet than him, i'd fuckin shred-his-rep/
pretend for once i loss, the milenium must be close/
if you claim to be the boss, well come and meet the host/
i'm right here waitin, what you sayin, let me know what you about/
it smells like shit, a little bit, is even dripping from your mouth/
that's how i know, you full of shit, it's always easy to tell/
if you real, then it is felt, just like my verse, if you read well/
but your illeterate, hooked on phonics must work for everyone but you/
so inconsiderate, must I be, to put your reading level on two/
i thought you knew, this ain't a battle, this is where you leave tha game/
i break you down, then you get sad, and leave to never return again/
blackinq rejoice, Omega has brought the end to one emcee who dareth/
step to me, not knowing dystany is closer than you can bareth/
so take one deep breath, ressurection will not save you this time/
if your back in three days, i'll spit again and win with six lines/


*The End is Near*