Flo Nemisis vs Tha Pastor

[trap.]

02-12-2002

Tha Pastor R.Y. (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=796)
~Rev. George Whitefield~

Flo-Nemisis, this'll be ya Exodus even if I quote-Genesis (Exodus means to make a journey, as in to leave)
Im tryin to elevate but battlin someone lower, there's no-sense-in-it
Flo will always remember-this, as a testament, to how he-fell
My rhymes rendered Flo blind, lyin in the ground, drowned, and still couldn't see-well (a well, water in the ground...)
And bleedin-yells, "It wasn't that I fell off, Tha Pastor pushed-me"
Tried bitin my lines but they so hard Flo finished with crushed-teeth
Handed the mic and found-you-choked, or was it my hands around-your-throat?
I don't know what makes someone wack, ask Nemisis, he's bound-to-know
Flo needs dope to get high, to reach my level and battle in celestial-skies
At death's door, I'm tryin to pull you through though I forget-that-you'd-die (Think about that one, death's door...pull you through...)
In one week peeps'll be askin,"Didn't you battle Tha Pastor, Flo-Nemisis?"
"Yeah", "Well how did it finish?" "You know what, please don't-mention-it!!"
Flo's verse I read-sniggerin, how could anyone come that bad on a pre-written?
It's fair enough ya tryin to throw punches at me, but ya keep-missin
Flo's style is lame, like I broke his legs before I left-him-slain
Like the Puritans fleein to Europe, I'm sendin Flo back from whence-he-came

peace





Flo Nemisis (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=5721)

The Pastor preached his final sermon... Cuz the flo burned um with effortless bars... This bastard wrecks of some ones urine... And my rhetorics hard... My gun busts and leaves you burnin..Yurnin with the heat... Roll deep?... I'll just wet up ya cars... Got no beet... Cuz I severed ya heart... Dead from the start... When this lead forms a spark... Its accurate as a laser sited eagles eye... My blade decides if he should die... And I rage rhymes that seep inside... I'll great ya spine with this reach of mine... Pull it and leave ya lie... I'll blast ya words away... Smash yur vertabre... Then destroy your nervous system... You worthless bitchin'll be cured wit words Im spittin... Blur ya vision... With cursed dissmisions... Im the first inlisted to hurt this bitch nigga... Words are my drug and Im Robert Downey Jr... Herbs catch a slug from this profound abuse... When my sound manuevers its hittin yur spleen... My Imagourey is mixed with mysery... I bring blizzards to Ilaty with the force of my slippery
War wit mes mysery.....