Sweet 16: X-Ray

trap. · 02-02-2013, 04:44 PM

Battle: X-Ray vs Nate Seven
Round: 1
Winner: X-Ray
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X-Ray

Just a lil nonsense for tha fun of it......
You a tender playin CHERRY askin for a LifeSaver//
Votes are in my favor - so confectious I'm like fLavor//
Child labor for NATE who's SEVEN years involved in rap//
Are so lame it seems like seven months of practice with no impact//
Skillz you heavily lack - negative 7 on my graphs//
My keystyles are my final products - NATE's never git past
rough-drafts//
You must've cut-class at X's University of Rap//
Stuffin your face tryin to be PHAT - wearing a McGruff hat// Sayin "Take
a bite out of rhyme, I defenitely took it out of mine"// Investigations
couldnt call tha cause of these rhymes I design//
Tha zodiac sign readz your fate of twisted moons of crescent edges//
You couldnt be TRIM if you had shears and a pair of twin hedges//
Uh huh.. yeah.. 1-2 Time to cut tha nonsense.. Word up, yeah..
Here we go.. bout to break it down...
False enterprises energize tha winnings I have optimized//
Convert your religion to Hinduism - cuz I'm sending you to tha
after-life//
When reincarnation is fusing - PRAY to become a clone of X//
Bow at tha waist to Ghandi wit sacrificial lightings of incense//
I'm Declaring my Independance - signified wit my John Hancok//
You remind me of him son, cuz you connect your HANd to COCK//
W-w-wait stop! Illegitimate claims are liaison to NATE's writings//
Tha Designated Killer? Chow Yun Fat copywrite - that's biting//
So let's REPLACE this KILLER - Although you couldnt fake a fable// I'm
tha leather-maker crafting art into belts to whip your anal//
I'm Tha Gallant Tailor - In fact I took down "Seven in one blow"//
Mother Goose and Grimm documented my days as a GIANT hero// Seven inches
tall, a midget - so you constantly in my HAIR//
I'm like PANTENE "So healthy, It shine's" - even during verbal
warfare//
You're so JUVENILE you're DELINQUENT at this art we labeled rhyme//
You're privileged to battle tha X - I'm acidic like enzymes//
X-RAY's not Xenophonic - coming phat's chronic like lies//
Pathological misconceptions lead to tha Killer's demise//
How ironic - Tha killer dies to tha hand of a man marked X//
Nameless, fameless, lameless - So simplistic I'm compleX//
My linguistics equal cement - to git you wetted, then set you in stone//
Inscribing your full name on concrete blocks on tha day that your status
was blown//
Without effort my Xsistence alone makes eligible contenders attempt//
To escape tha inevitable effeX of elimination which becomes evident//
Against tha X-RAY, sorry son... Sime should've known much better//
I'll never simply "Rain on your parade" - I'll bring disasterous
weather...//
I aviate minds.... my intellect destroys Nate's rhymes.....
Dont worry son, it's all love - its all RedLine... you know I got mad
respect. Peace.
X-RAY
"Lookin thru you to your soul"
FIRST THING'S FIRST
(M)asterfully (C)rucifying
KOTRT
RedLine RedPresenta......

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Nate Seven

I X-hibit lyrics ridiculously X-plicit,
so X-Ray can visit Nate Seven's dimension for a minute/
Your competitive level is so below me, you're standing tall on your toes sucking my dick
like a little midget/
Punch my nutsack hard and they hit you back harder as a matter of fact,
faster than the Law of Physics/
All critics can witness,
how my raps decrease the peace and increase each lyricist's mental sickness/
My physical fitness is so superior,
I can stretch your neck and stick your head in your rear end's interior/
Now you can't hear anymore!
I appear like a meteor as you fear me more, while I define my theory of war all over your weak X-terior/
Get near the door, so I can slam it in your face Take an X-Ray of that and tell me "these are the Breaks!"/
Fakes make like Kurtis and Blow slow all over Puff Daddy and Mase
My shit is more John Blaze designated in so many X-traordinary ways/
Rays of Nate Seven's sunlight displays more radiation than your name can derive
I'll turn your skeleton costume into a permanent real life disguise/
You thrive on runnin' but you can't hide from nothin'
My redline laser beam is easily cuttin' through your brain like a blueberry muffin/
You know somethin' --I'm the doctor and you're the tool,
I use you to X-pose how your rhymes are "see-through"!/
Vision this, Your mental paintings are pictureless
Keep your distance to witness the true meaning of Nate Seven's existence/
It all comes together when you're homeward bound falling from 187 miles above ground
Drown, in the verbal spinach I'm spittin' from my mouth like a vicious chemical compound/
Watch it Pop ya in the Eye socket and boil your iris while it's makin' a hot sizzling sound
Now...
Make like Olive Oil and "BLOW ME DOWN"!

02-02-2013, 04:44 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Sweet 16: X-Ray Battle: X-Ray vs Nate Seven Round: 1 Winner: X-Ray ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- X-Ray Just a lil nonsense for tha fun of it...... You a tender playin CHERRY askin for a LifeSaver// Votes are in my favor - so confectious I'm like fLavor// Child labor for NATE who's SEVEN years involved in rap// Are so lame it seems like seven months of practice with no impact// Skillz you heavily lack - negative 7 on my graphs// My keystyles are my final products - NATE's never git past rough-drafts// You must've cut-class at X's University of Rap// Stuffin your face tryin to be PHAT - wearing a McGruff hat// Sayin "Take a bite out of rhyme, I defenitely took it out of mine"// Investigations couldnt call tha cause of these rhymes I design// Tha zodiac sign readz your fate of twisted moons of crescent edges// You couldnt be TRIM if you had shears and a pair of twin hedges// Uh huh.. yeah.. 1-2 Time to cut tha nonsense.. Word up, yeah.. Here we go.. bout to break it down... False enterprises energize tha winnings I have optimized// Convert your religion to Hinduism - cuz I'm sending you to tha after-life// When reincarnation is fusing - PRAY to become a clone of X// Bow at tha waist to Ghandi wit sacrificial lightings of incense// I'm Declaring my Independance - signified wit my John Hancok// You remind me of him son, cuz you connect your HANd to COCK// W-w-wait stop! Illegitimate claims are liaison to NATE's writings// Tha Designated Killer? Chow Yun Fat copywrite - that's biting// So let's REPLACE this KILLER - Although you couldnt fake a fable// I'm tha leather-maker crafting art into belts to whip your anal// I'm Tha Gallant Tailor - In fact I took down "Seven in one blow"// Mother Goose and Grimm documented my days as a GIANT hero// Seven inches tall, a midget - so you constantly in my HAIR// I'm like PANTENE "So healthy, It shine's" - even during verbal warfare// You're so JUVENILE you're DELINQUENT at this art we labeled rhyme// You're privileged to battle tha X - I'm acidic like enzymes// X-RAY's not Xenophonic - coming phat's chronic like lies// Pathological misconceptions lead to tha Killer's demise// How ironic - Tha killer dies to tha hand of a man marked X// Nameless, fameless, lameless - So simplistic I'm compleX// My linguistics equal cement - to git you wetted, then set you in stone// Inscribing your full name on concrete blocks on tha day that your status was blown// Without effort my Xsistence alone makes eligible contenders attempt// To escape tha inevitable effeX of elimination which becomes evident// Against tha X-RAY, sorry son... Sime should've known much better// I'll never simply "Rain on your parade" - I'll bring disasterous weather...// I aviate minds.... my intellect destroys Nate's rhymes..... Dont worry son, it's all love - its all RedLine... you know I got mad respect. Peace. X-RAY "Lookin thru you to your soul" FIRST THING'S FIRST (M)asterfully (C)rucifying KOTRT RedLine RedPresenta...... --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Nate Seven I X-hibit lyrics ridiculously X-plicit, so X-Ray can visit Nate Seven's dimension for a minute/ Your competitive level is so below me, you're standing tall on your toes sucking my dick like a little midget/ Punch my nutsack hard and they hit you back harder as a matter of fact, faster than the Law of Physics/ All critics can witness, how my raps decrease the peace and increase each lyricist's mental sickness/ My physical fitness is so superior, I can stretch your neck and stick your head in your rear end's interior/ Now you can't hear anymore! I appear like a meteor as you fear me more, while I define my theory of war all over your weak X-terior/ Get near the door, so I can slam it in your face Take an X-Ray of that and tell me "these are the Breaks!"/ Fakes make like Kurtis and Blow slow all over Puff Daddy and Mase My shit is more John Blaze designated in so many X-traordinary ways/ Rays of Nate Seven's sunlight displays more radiation than your name can derive I'll turn your skeleton costume into a permanent real life disguise/ You thrive on runnin' but you can't hide from nothin' My redline laser beam is easily cuttin' through your brain like a blueberry muffin/ You know somethin' --I'm the doctor and you're the tool, I use you to X-pose how your rhymes are "see-through"!/ Vision this, Your mental paintings are pictureless Keep your distance to witness the true meaning of Nate Seven's existence/ It all comes together when you're homeward bound falling from 187 miles above ground Drown, in the verbal spinach I'm spittin' from my mouth like a vicious chemical compound/ Watch it Pop ya in the Eye socket and boil your iris while it's makin' a hot sizzling sound Now... Make like Olive Oil and "BLOW ME DOWN"!