Psylense

[trap.]

Name: Psylense
Crews: Inter Omnis
Where: England
Repped: RM




vs Evolution

I'm a vibrant rapper, my style based on-point - call it knives and daggers
The final answer, fuck ya small verse, ask ya girl - it's Psy's that matters
Advise in laughter you won't amount shit, I'm set to leave Evo astounded
Know how kid's the RBL's Al Gore, spent weeks cryin' for vote recountin'
Ya flowing crown went and ya light went to blur, when writing this verse
I'm lining my spurs up on ya neurons, sure I'm gonna be striking a nerve
Niceness concurs you lost from the start, this kid simply not got the spark
Stoppin' ya hart, chance of winnin', drinkin' in shadows, a shot in the dark
Blocking this nark, slight shrill in slaughter as Psy might spill this author
I feel i ought'a put the heat to ya mouth and turn ya ice grill to water
Fight skills daunt ya, dime's shook from starting, blind looks bombard him
No clout...as the only consistent lines in Evo's rhymebook is the margins
Psy took this scarred skin with so much flow, my verses used in droughts
Seein' thru this bout, hard win, yet votes ignore Darwin - left evolution out
Amateur clone kids, are like birthday candles, stand to get blown quick
Throw in the towel, then use it to hide your head Bin-Laden associates
Shatter ya flow when I step I, push ya neck left...to get ya head right
Threads sights mean that at least you ain't as slept on as ya website*
Set knives to bruise and fold ya chest in, shoot this 'hole for stepping
Seeing as how ya style's thin on the ground like supermodel's wrestling
Stop all reckoning on Storm, plain as that that Evo was XS's gayest factor
Lay this act as Evo's barber, brush him up like afros and fade him after
Blaze with raps as my verse weather spread disease, a reign born
Lay form that run tornadoes around heads and cause of brain storms


vs SOD

Replacing this tyrant, re-arrange, shake shit up, making it vibrant
RBL mimic quiet respect after tradegy, no-one breaking Psylense
Placing a virus and fervent it runs & intense the hurting becomes
Burn in ya lungs tryna smoke my shit, so just returning to Blunts
SOD's learning's just begun on how I'm about shatter his crown
How it went down? I script you unsure, and cast Shadow'a doubt
Battle of clout, but ya like clumsy dentists, took the wrong root in
Ya victorious thoughts skip to summaries, jumping to conclusions
Sonn choosing to lie or bluff, claimed flames, but ya fire's snuffed
Ya style's rough, as though you stopped tryin' like a retired judge
File corrupt defending ya phase, beat it to pulp blending ya phrase
W? send it this way at midnight, cuz I'll 'win at the end of the day'
Remember my name, pull ya cards-aces as well & face'em as dealt
Bracing myself for punishment for my wrongs so I'm taking the belt
Pray for help, lines slam you, back to ya feet? ya spine I stamp thru
Find this ample, did 30 to prove ya way past ya prime 'Example'
Time's ran thru as alkaline physics sonn neutralize ya 'Acidic Tongue'
Treats his losses as penises & now he'll try to get to grips with one
Bitch you front, cuz hasn`t like darkness tried take stab at the light?
Enrapture'll write the champ in dark rooms, w/no 'Shadows' in sight
Having to fight fool's advances so we know who rightful champ is
Cut ya up, cuz my punches are spiked, supplying high-school dances
Despite your stanzas I hit with crucial injuries stooped in symmetry
I didn't have time, so count ya blessings like Priests doing inventory
Bruising ya infamy cuz duke's got in for me, so I'm confusing simply
Prove thru imagery SOD has...like...lost, similar to losing ya similes
Choosing artillery to beat you under, this clown proceeds to blunder
Crash out of the running as though his driving force is Stevie Wonder