FINAL NAMES: BEAR VS SINN VS SUPERB VS CHEETO

[Lindel]

Veteran? please...

They say you're the "foulest-known",*pfttt* well then I'm Al-Capone coming to bring "down-the-tone" like when a movie at the cinema-starts-pace.
Like...Why you mentioned-at-top-rate? You tired-old-man I started your retirement-plans, cuz only time "Tony goes out with a bang" is at the ending-of-Scareface!


Give it up...

You washed-up-lame, I'll toss-this-brain-dead-ape and send em ashamed-in-space for trying to throw hooks-in-guerilla-mode!
Forreal,
crook-thinks-he's-"hella-dope", like his bars-snatches-our-pride-but if "Mars-catches-our-eye", then we're looking-through-telescopes!

You ain't strong...

Before the tourney you worked that light-weight-Jim(gym) were your lines-great-then? Nah, "Mars Bars" were about as heavy as the chocolate school-kids-do hustle!
I guess your no machine! that can't bruise-me-or-tustle! So I won't be clapping-this-boy-with-the-chrome-popping, cuz my rhymes be packing-steroids-to-have-"TONE-BODIED"...without me moving-a-muscle!

yeah you light...


and you aint no murderer..

The chrome-piece-your-policy like this poser-is-slaughtering? Nah,we saw how he "ducked killing" like a christian known-for-theology!
So atleast be showing-some-modesty, you foe-busting-wannabe-, cuz only time " Mars be at war" is in Roman-Mythology!


You won't go past text cuz



You're an overrated-fucker-with-all-your-stupid bars, burn-dirt-wipe, try to "earn-your-stripes", but Frosted Flakes is the only time " Tony-on-a-Cover",-you-don't -do shit hard!
So I'm popping-the-chopper and dropping-your-posture-cuz-you-could-wish- on-a -"shooting star"-to-be-"rocking-a-concert", -you-still-wouldnt-be-no-Bruno, Mars!

VS

It was written in ancient legend forsaken I'd take the gates of Heaven
Aim to test it, blazing greater than statements that Satan beckon
Craving flesh of angels, my fangs're cradled in daemon necks I'm
Taking breath, swallowing lightning bolts and the taste electric

Feeling thunder, building hunger of spirits of saints for breakfast
Kill ascendants, teeth are like blades serrated and razors pressing
Straight in chests, swallow hearts of apostles like steak or lettuce
They regret letting me respirate, now Imma dangerous weapon

Spit fire with flame intestines from lighters and kegs ingested
Messiah domains infested of virus and plague infections
Taint it's essence, take away ya favorite testament
Then take a breath in it, setting flame to the page's lettering

The storm is brewing, too elusive for weather rhetoric
Severing heads of devils and my throat is oozing foaming fluids
No disputing I'm sicker than affliction that Moses threw at
Egypt, have 'em screaming Jesus with the bones protruding

Closing in over victims tearing holes in 'em bigger than solar systems
Listen to prayer but not a soul assist 'em
This is for those that overlooked us and foes that doubt us
You'll be watching when the throne is ours..

VS

A lot of cats pop shit, I pop apocalypse
Toppin propaganda force fed to the populace
My thoughts run the gamut from outstandin' to preposterous
On top of this I move posteriors
Brother impoverished the pac shuries [?]
My process: accomplish through perseverance
Every man's not my brother regardless of appearance
Apprehension clouds the spirit
Tension prepares us for ascension
And at his best is when he breaks conventions
A convenient covenant coveted for conception
We're all from the same mold: spores and bacteria
Those woulda fear me others would thaw hysteria
A claustrophobic neurosis in this masquerade ball of fake glasses and big noses
Molasses splashes explosive flows
Two exposed Pinochio's growin' nose
Composed of compost compositions
Those clothes are gettin' a little close fittin'
I stop this shit and I'm over-confident
The script's compliments of my frozen mic dominance
A passively aggressive testament is how I'm reppin' shit

vs

Let's dissect the meaning of your name, take a look into Rad's past
the current state of rap is booty, well now... that makes you half-assed
plus you're mad gassed, guess you just do what you felt you got to
like quotin' yourself in your sig 'cuz no one else will jock you
no one else'd want to, except to display wackness of all sorts
and educate kids on how to avoid creating disses that fall short
Radius is All Sport, I'm Gatorade when it comes to rap
but I'm thirstin for blood now, yo man sorry it's come to that
but I'ma' pummel Rad, leavin this kid battered & bruised
bitch smackin this dude, & have the whole league laughin at you
you even got half of a clue? just a lonely man with no crew
which means you're the only one who ever gets mad when ya' lose
it's actually sad cuz it's true, we know Rad's loss is expected
people call you hot but only 'cuz you're gettin dropped in a second
you're a lifetime loser, everything you've ever spit is wack
we'd still see an L on your head if you was wearin' a Wizard's cap
admit it jack, I'm spittin facts, it's time you accept it man
everyone sleeps on you, only rapper with narcaleptic fans
R's pathetic and, 'bout to cry as I pound him like some pussy
the only vet on the Net that's still soundin' like a rookie
ain't no love lost here, now I got ya' feelin sick and hollow
pride's a bitch, huh? 'cuz you don't know if you should spit or swallow