Illusion vs MysticalMastaPA

trap. · 01-28-2013, 01:06 AM

01-23-2002

Illusion Spit:

NEW STYLE::REVOLUTIONARY RICHARD::

Have eyes throw posion darts, my soul engulf's ya heart, rippin ya bones apart
tortured worse than works of art, cripple ya spine so when ya die ya corpse is arched

Grip ya knife tight, get blind sight, ya mirrored so ya 'left to' my right
dismemberin ya brown eyes, twistin ya thighs with just a pinch of my might
get ya "mega-BITE" mystical--wit recordable discs, dismember and staple ya lips
slicin ya wrists down to tha tip watchin tha sickness outta ya stream continue to drip
Illusion shatter ya skull with thor's ax, throw out your back while i demolish your tracks
bloody defeat with your acts, givin my verse medicine for the sickness cause yours lacks
i ignore tracks, break ya arm in half leavin ya veins-a-trashed wit ya brains attached
ya face relapsed, like redwings and rams together this games mis-matched
repeat tha trait, beat this emcee away with my feet to cease his fate
just feed ya mace while tha spikes continue to bleed ya face

I Leave Ya Spade

meet ya fate--death stares in ya eyes, he dispises wise, just try and hide
puncture ya sockets back so my raps make you weep-tear n glaze while you cry inside
Deploy ya worst--with ya spits mystical they a fraction of what mine are worth
I scorch ya words, leave ya soul sore and burnt, cause i destroy ya before ya birth

MysticalMastaPA wrote:

yo
you think your superman huh?
conclusion...me beating you to death that's no illlusion//
I snatch your mic with my iron clamps,
ive heard you tried to buy fubu with food stamps//(dumbass)
Im spitting classic majestically crafted mathematics,
i understand your jole pre writting tactics...you still need practise//
How long can i go?every line i spit your heart's skipping beat's,
with deadly speach i put insomaniacs to deeper sleep's//
Iknow your type....pre written is your plan,
fuck all your goofy comic's im the rap reepo-man//
I use your own mic for disections,
i blast throw your chest,leaving illusion in sections//
Im relentless ripping rhymes like molestation,
you get 'off' on my after fumes thats masterbation//
When i spit like this i will become a vet in a week,
killed illusions ass flawless...bitch dont speak!//
I store ounce's of c4 in your memory,
blow's up your hole existance like chemical weaponry//
Your hole vers is a filler pure un skilled pitty,
study comics for your rhymes...dumn fuck that aint witty//
The only form of knowledge you understand is wack,
talking shit...mystical just twisted your utaris back//

"just killed a super hero...lol"

01-28-2013, 01:06 AM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Illusion vs MysticalMastaPA 01-23-2002 Illusion Spit: NEW STYLE::REVOLUTIONARY RICHARD:: Have eyes throw posion darts, my soul engulf's ya heart, rippin ya bones apart tortured worse than works of art, cripple ya spine so when ya die ya corpse is arched Grip ya knife tight, get blind sight, ya mirrored so ya 'left to' my right dismemberin ya brown eyes, twistin ya thighs with just a pinch of my might get ya "mega-BITE" mystical--wit recordable discs, dismember and staple ya lips slicin ya wrists down to tha tip watchin tha sickness outta ya stream continue to drip Illusion shatter ya skull with thor's ax, throw out your back while i demolish your tracks bloody defeat with your acts, givin my verse medicine for the sickness cause yours lacks i ignore tracks, break ya arm in half leavin ya veins-a-trashed wit ya brains attached ya face relapsed, like redwings and rams together this games mis-matched repeat tha trait, beat this emcee away with my feet to cease his fate just feed ya mace while tha spikes continue to bleed ya face I Leave Ya Spade meet ya fate--death stares in ya eyes, he dispises wise, just try and hide puncture ya sockets back so my raps make you weep-tear n glaze while you cry inside Deploy ya worst--with ya spits mystical they a fraction of what mine are worth I scorch ya words, leave ya soul sore and burnt, cause i destroy ya before ya birth MysticalMastaPA wrote: yo you think your superman huh? conclusion...me beating you to death that's no illlusion// I snatch your mic with my iron clamps, ive heard you tried to buy fubu with food stamps//(dumbass) Im spitting classic majestically crafted mathematics, i understand your jole pre writting tactics...you still need practise// How long can i go?every line i spit your heart's skipping beat's, with deadly speach i put insomaniacs to deeper sleep's// Iknow your type....pre written is your plan, fuck all your goofy comic's im the rap reepo-man// I use your own mic for disections, i blast throw your chest,leaving illusion in sections// Im relentless ripping rhymes like molestation, you get 'off' on my after fumes thats masterbation// When i spit like this i will become a vet in a week, killed illusions ass flawless...bitch dont speak!// I store ounce's of c4 in your memory, blow's up your hole existance like chemical weaponry// Your hole vers is a filler pure un skilled pitty, study comics for your rhymes...dumn fuck that aint witty// The only form of knowledge you understand is wack, talking shit...mystical just twisted your utaris back// "just killed a super hero...lol"