Sime vs Spook

[Saint]

Sime vs Spook (97-98)

SIME VS SPOOK

.....ACT 1

{{{THE BIRTH CERTIFICATE}}}




This is to announce....

That: SIME

Was born to: SPOOK____ At this battle

At: 1:40 pm. ON: SUNDAY__ The: 1st__ Day of: MARCH__ In: 199: 8

Sex of child: ?? Weight at birth: light Length: short


BLIND FURY
Attending Physician


Maternal conceptions of verbal See-sections,
I re-create your creation in this battle as a simulation/
My lyrics interject like sperm in the vagina, of Momma sime,
All in due time, i`m gonna find ya/... Positioned in the fetal
with feeble thoughts of a legacy, Ovaries split like Jodeci,
thus began with the pregnancy/ Sime`s feminine side gets emotionally
date raped, empregnate your mental, now your periods late/
Migraine become labor pains, membranes in contraction,
sonograms of sime`s anatomy only sees him in fractions/
Your infantile style, just a child, your flow is ludicrous,
When i`m thru wit this, You wont recall your birth in a uterus/
Exit the placenta, Enter the battle turf, you won`t be covered in
afterbirth,
You`ll be immersed in the SPOOK`s verse/ Fluent as i spew it,
Inducing lamarze exercises as i decrease the remains of
the amniotic fluids/ Drinch your fetus in feces poke a hole thru
the embryo, smack your ass with a billy club and catch the birth all
on video/ Artificial insemination thru fertile flows
that penetrate thru any contraceptives/ Then replenish vocabulary sperm
counts,
skeeting out a pearl necklace/ Skills to thorough to be sterile super
seminal duct with a xtra-wide uretha, Set it off in vaginas small as
Madonnas or
big as Queen Latifah/ Womb walls hanging loosely as moms push you
out her coochie, Can`t wait to put this kid in a crib wit a bib and pink
bootys/
Then molest ya with words of verbs so diabolical,
crib death is inevitable, nigga i`m your biological/...Father
cuz i author your birth certificate documents,
Notice where it says who`s your parent, SPOOKs name is the occupant/
Mental exstortion, fuck abortion, His birth is just a portion, I
rather lace his similack with "sime"-monella poison/ For your baby
shower,
No bottles toys or baby rattles, Just use my penis as a pacifier when
you
start crying after losing this battle/ In this siminar, i pass out
scars,
Not cigars, The whole point, just to prove your a child in this lyrical
sparr/.........


To be continued........ACT 2.....{{{THE DEATH CERTIFICATE}}}


peace&luv,
SPOOK
REDLINE4EVA!

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Sime SPOOKS you outta victories, there's no denyin' it,
Sime SKOOPS you in reverse, like i'm rewindin it.
Satan satan satan satan, oh shit, i'm gettin off (on) tracks.
off the head, off the books, bitch, get off my sack.
slowly slaughter sucka's, se(e) men, it cum's so easy
i combine sean carter with johnny blaze, so i guess "you know my steeze"-z
hehe,
believe me, this shit is far from over,
with ya girl last nite, did i ride her? nah, i drove her.
so bro, don't call me dunn, i ain't finished by a mile,
raps like yours won't get you shit, well, 'haps a Surge and a smile ;-)
wild freestyle child, i pile bile into vile vials,
denial of ya trial leads to lack of your su~vival....
....of the fittest, purely
shook?
yeah, like nerds pockets upside down by hungry bullies.
i'm rully rully rully,
gettin nice at this game thing,
pay the fully fully fully price, but for less i give the same thing.
you lame thing, SPOOKin nothin but maybe ya own shadow,
i prove the theory, "with 1 loose thread, it all unravels"
like pharoahs and sha's i show superiority to majorities,
authorities are borin me, so i bring out the hard core in me.
explorin me not like Fords, but like little kids do in new locations
while i'm the Master of the Ceremony, you just the master (of the) bation
penny~tracin? paper chasin? nah jus doin it for "Glory,"
"Star Spangled" simon, simply sprayin shorties, not sorry
ab~(w)hore me if you must, but i (q)tip-hoes like you all day
confusing you yet? voter _____? oh well, what can i say.
except 'Can it Be That it was All so Simple' when Sime was 'Cuttin Hedz'
can it be that spook just lost, when voters read what i jus said.
blink, blink, blink, reminding self to stay re-active,
do the math, sime+spook=the latter half subtracted.
b-b-back-f-f-flipin on micro~waves& -phones, cuz that's my ~cosm
of dictatorship on world wide levels, spook's words? i just pause em.
(understand that one?)
......yeah, so like, word god, i'm ill, i'm mad phat, (what else can i say?)
oh, i am down with this kid whose doctor's, travel agent (11?) knows dr dre.
stop or play, i'm done sun, son. sunnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn

"i after-school em"

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....ACT 2

{{{THE DEATH CERTIFICATE}}}




This Hear-by declare`s....

That: SIME

Life was expired On: 6:52 pm. ON: SAT__ The: 7TH__ Day of: MARCH__
In: 199: 8

Cause of Death: SPOOK, Due to multiple hits to the dome in this battle

Next of Kin: They ran! (HAHA)

Survived by: Any who didn`t battle SPOOK


BLIND FURY
Attending Corner


So life begins so does it ends in a battle, Certificates of death signed
sealed
and delivered casting emcees in dark shadows/ I birthed you in this
battle nigga now
i`mma take you out of it, And any others after it, You expect to
resurrect sime i`m
doubting it/ Lightin wicked scented candles, your handle on boards left
in
shambles/ Broken jaws left ajar with scars from raw paws, It`s hard for
sime to talk shit in
my mandable claw/
The basement spell castor, That has`ta spell disaster, SPOOKs more
mischievous than
poltergeist but not as friendly as Casper/ Death in its purity comes
once in a life time,
Ayo Blind, your partially responsible for the sime cuttin his life line/
Like getting the
urge to jump looking down from sky-scrapers, couldn`t cut it REDLINE so
we gave you your walking
papers/ Now ain`t it ironic, look who you goin against, why don`t you
get 64 headz and start
your own tournament?/ Corrupted language...of perverted dialect, You
shouldn`t flow
after the midnight hour, you get devoured when you try a vet/
I pour on the oxymorons, as i engage in a silent rage, The sinful
saint, seal the fate of sime as you youthfully age/ With each line
on this page submerge from the suffocation, From this post?..or
is is a post-hypnotic foolish hallucinations?/ Of taking out SPOOK....
To tell the truth, would be a fluke, Subtract my S and K and add a P..
That spells POOF!/ The sounds thats made when your carcass desinagrate,
Ever step that i make....closer too you increases the chance that you
defecate/ Wassa matter sime ya look like you`ve seen a SPOOK,
What can you say after this onslaught?..to quote Homer Simpson is
.....DOOP!!/
The impact of pressure implodes bones in your chest cavity, Letting you
stay on your
feet this long defies the laws off gravity/ you can download this
freestyle
later, too use as your screen saver, But nuthin can save ya from REDLINE
mis-behavior, Innovator, obituary reader at your funeral, Keeping emcees
on their toes like midgets at urinals/...





To be continued........ACT 3.....{{{THE FUNERAL}}}


peace&luv,
SPOOK
REDLINE4EVA!


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I S.P.O.O.K.
Suckas!
Plasmolysis=
Osmosis Overruled, Kinfolk...
Kinfolk Overruled!
-Osmosis=Plasmolysis, Suckas! K?~

~OOPS I, put that shit in the gear above the 5th one
(R) you at ya pinacle? understand my mental gift, son?
rental THRIFT, shift, but my prose is far from standard,
answered, "sale on calculators" when i asked you why you ran nerd.
this man's words are memorized for lack of pen and paper
like silly capers pulled off by rapers, my shit just can't get less safer,
you mess with paper, and chase the coins, well you viewin it the wrong way,
i ain't get a cent off the shit i do, just love to hear my song play

WRONG WAY

{{Flashin lights}}
{signify dope like sirens do terror}

"Officer Spook here, what's ya name and why aint' you livin legal?"
"sir, i'm sime and i'm so fly, that people call me seagull,
you see sir Spook, i'll tell you this and believe me when i say it,
i'm Above The Law, ask officer _George...ah_...i'm sure he would ok it,
so what you gunna do to this cat named sime for going a WAY marked WRONG?"
"well big mouth..." "SHUTDAFUCUP SPOOK! THIS MY FUCKIN SONG!
PUSSAY"

RIGHT WAY

travelin along at a speed or two, never once exceed my limits,
i don't wanna be that cat who lasted long, i wanna be the one to win it.
pin it, like round balls against planes of glass, or tails on asses of jack,
if i passed the mic to Spook, it'd burn, Spook'd just pass it back
react to wack cats who spittin shit like toilets overflowin,
stats just showin, that sime's outglowin, ooh look, page 4 says you row-in
merrily merrily merrily merrily, gently down the gutter
pre-exposed to "soft yellow foes", and you wonder why i'm "butter"
aint no ----->"parkay", even worse i must listen to your yakkity "yak rap"<---------------
i use my ----->"pad" to gain some props, or as street wise call it "dap"<----------

see Spook,
Hip-Hop and I...we chose each other, for good or bad, to be joined in harmonious perfection,
While what you had was a shot gun wedding, it was Forced in your direction.




kinda like Plautus, they way i'm spittin comics

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FINAL ACT.......


{{{THE FUNERAL}}}


THE OBITUARY:
3-4-98 to 3-7-98..

sime was born unto this battle by SPOOK on March the 4th 1998, He
departed this battle of
March 7th 1998. He was a dumb muthafucker for a battling SPOOK, He got
up to the 4th rd by
the skin of his teeth. He leaves behind to mourn him...er....no one, Cuz
no one liked his
wack ass, He will not be missed, May he rest in pieces.....hehe


From the darkest heartless, Our dearly departed, i spit on your grave
then engrave
the name SPOOK on your carcass/ Re-write this verse on the head of your
tomb, crone tunes
that sends chills down your spine and go thru you like prunes/ Gasoline
gets substituted for
funeral embalming fluid/ 4 darkly dress men in garbs, like Druids/
Walking slowly with a setolene
torch and unflask it, I command cremation, set fire to to
casket/Embellished in your the wake of
your exsqiusy trying to relish the Hellish fire, Negro spirituals hummed
softly by a ghostly
attired choir/ Faces of tears runs the mabaline mascara, An air of
terror surrounds the four poll barriers/
The Book of the Dead re-wrote with sime`s illustrations, Former
combatants of sime pour acid
on his brow for libations/ The minister administer the reading of your
last rites, A dark cloud
forms then crack lightening over your grave site/ No vegetation in
sight, the land is barren
and famished/ A burning cross streaks across the sky in a flash then
vanished/ The stench of
your burning flesh, attracts the gathering of feasting rats/ Thru the
ground decayed hands reach
from the cracks/ The wind howls harshly the keen ear can hear a scream
of anguish, As the language of
the Saintly faintly drifts away then banguish/ The SPOOKs of the night
congregates in the forest to
frolic, As your burnt wounds gets stuffed with peels from garlic/ Worms
burrow in your skull, with a
hole big enuff to stick a finger in, Then i pour in ammonia as your
burnt flesh is still lingering/
A single file of mourners steppin forward, As your rottened casket is
picked up and then lowered/
Unto the cold of the earth, As the decayed hands pull your bones down, A
deacon whips out his dick
and piss on your secrete grounds/ A single dead black rose is tossed on
your remains and whithers,
Put my picture on this site that reads, SPOOK did this to that nigga/
The dirt hitting the caskets
thuds like the thunder rumbling, All in attendance falls quiet, and none
speaks nuthin/ Then all
silently walks away as his grave is shaded by my shadow, Then a thought
occurs, was this all worth
it for a battle?............(fuck yea!! What you thought)


(Yo sime, just a battle kid, i know that intro was a lil harsh, but you
know the dilly)Haha

peace&luv
SPOOK
REDLINE4EVA!!


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Fuck battle tactics, call em Tic-Tacs cuz they oh so fresh
virtuoso test, puttin Spook up against the best
pulled down ya dress, express delivery of lyrics that are ample,
my shits "mmm mmm good" like my mc name was Campbell
i'm ~ecin~ on the ~ekim~ but y'all could ~ees~ that in a ~rorrim~,
spook tried to step, but now a lesson i shall show him
blow him away with the smallest of breaths and
leave him missin til november, like only wyclef can
defy death man, i be doin that shit daily in life's race,
and Spook feels the wrath as i click 'letter letter space'
slice thru face, or faces, since it's the 4th mc i've fooled now
girl's used to applaud y'all, sime came, and you get booed now
dinner, food, chow, whatever, i'm sayin, i eat yall up for dinner
but with Spook in my system now, i'll never 'pick a winner'
thick or thinner, i see thru til the end point enters in eyesight
with x and z taken up, when i stepped, all you said was, "y fight?"
you shattered like nykesha's dream after injuries set in
suck Blind hard for Dynasty entrance and you still wouldn't get in,
think i'm lettin you win, when it's been grafted in scriptures it's my destiny?
if number one emcee was on the right, all y'all would be left of me.