Blas-phe-my vs Knowl O-Brian

[trap.]

01-26-2002

Knowl O'Brian spit

My mortal was challenged on a call of the bluff, I live through rhymes, dinner time Knowledge spittin lines at plates is the only time my lifes at steak/
Knowledge Jesus mc, your name defies the great, sublime wit flame/
Blas's sub-lines get ate your eternally below me battlin so I know why you rap the subway/
Your subject to pain damaged by tossed pillars acrimony inflicted and sustained/
I'm the teacher lettin you in my class so I hope your sub trained/
Subordinate suckas suck veins that sprout from cocks before they bust shots and leave cum stains/
Crush lames, lunge cranes, submerge blasphemy's body after bones smashed into crushed grain/
Place explosives in the sublevels of ya suburbs and punch frames of buildings/
Shake the structure of ya home delete you an ya no name civilians/
The shame is building, embarassed in battle, but feelings of sadness shouldn't arise cause you chose this/
Answered my battled call without slick motions, obvious moves were broken, mugging emcees jackin jerks without the lotion/
Left with strained vocal chords like football coaches, screaming approaches/
Armed with military intelligence with depths of a ghetto diagnosis so potent I bleed roaches/

and its like that.......


blas-phe-my spit

Sevice with a smile

I use my kinetik-mode to break down ya genetic-code, reload ya d.n.a. and watch ya head explode, cause truth be told ya so cold I could rip ya with my eyes closed, wearin' a blind fold\ blas flows are composed to throw-blows that'll poke-holes in ya septum and expose ya nose cartiledge, turnin' smart-kids retarded-and/ I'm just nearly-started\ I pull back and load full clips in my lips then let flows explode from my spits, an unknown eclipse when ya get hold of my scripts\ I fold wits when my grip slips and flips to make the unfit cease to exist\ while the flame I emit consumes and kills knowl with illegitamate fumes, skills? YES!\ when the room fills you can assume SKILLS and prepare for the worst\ runnin' scared from my verse till ya become enflamed and burst\ you stared the curse in the eye and got immersed in its high, the first to comply and follow its maze of mysterious mastery, will have to engage in some serious blasphemy because this spirit is passing me\ knowl? oh what an amusing fellow how he stays so smooth and mellow, knock ya ass out with an abusive "hello" so what do ya get when I depart\ don't start it ain't smart you'll get torn apart like its a war and im the draft-card, ya make me laugh-hard for even tryin now Im testifyin that blas is supplyin' ya reason for dyin\