Sintro vs Razah

trap. · 01-23-2013, 09:25 AM

posted on 06-04-2005

Sintro

Razah's burrito stand? ..man gettin' the win's foolish see
..All you're takin' - is money out of the community
Fuck tax immuntiy.. can't digest the style ya fathered
Ya flow ain't hard to swallow - we just can't drink ya water
Aughta take after me coz the style you developed sucks
If ya punches are eye openers - mine'll swell em shut
This ho's not intelectual; please believe ya got no shot
Verses are low brow - in desperate need to recieve botox
Predicted to win; been hyped up but you're no hero
Ya feelin' like a million.. coz you the One. followed by zeros
Recycling rule applied to surprise w/ fresh line counts
..But the only shock from you - is that ya didn't sign out
Creativity dried out; you're a legend?.. no sir
Jay Cee opened doors for greats.. you're jus a chaufer
Oh sure ya think ya on top of sumthin' essay
But that's jus coz ya dad put ya casa UNDER YOUR NAME!

g/l wey

vs

87 Fresh

Witty as hell, & you know it's my spits
Cuz my concepts raise eyebrows - but so does my fist

Get shocked w/ my jab, I'm folding ya logic
My punches are eye openers - after they finish closing ya socket

You've elevated a bit, and I can most def' see your hunger B'
Cuz by the look of those lines.. I'm seriously reminded of a younger me
But I'm the better emcee son, you know ya father's glistening
I would never critique ya style, that means I would bother listening
If you snooze on my rhymes, you won't get past the defeat
My killer concepts are over ya head - make the sheep match w/ ya sheets
Im'a call out your wack concepts & have you feeling scared
But if you were to stop at my account - I'd be left a millionaire
It's like hard punches to the gut, spit off the fire tongue
Get knocked back to a week ago & have ya chest needing an iron lung
I beat the one you barely did, Nigga don't test the clout; Cuz'
We both know you got in the tourney after you joined Reckon House
Complaining on AIM how ya losing & shit, that got me hating this fag
But now we're battling - so really, who's left to be swaying the match?
I punch fags in the mouth, ya boyfriend? - he must be a bitch
A broken glass jaw, that must explain all the fucking cuts on his dick

01-23-2013, 09:25 AM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Sintro vs Razah posted on 06-04-2005 Sintro Razah's burrito stand? ..man gettin' the win's foolish see ..All you're takin' - is money out of the community Fuck tax immuntiy.. can't digest the style ya fathered Ya flow ain't hard to swallow - we just can't drink ya water Aughta take after me coz the style you developed sucks If ya punches are eye openers - mine'll swell em shut This ho's not intelectual; please believe ya got no shot Verses are low brow - in desperate need to recieve botox Predicted to win; been hyped up but you're no hero Ya feelin' like a million.. coz you the One. followed by zeros Recycling rule applied to surprise w/ fresh line counts ..But the only shock from you - is that ya didn't sign out Creativity dried out; you're a legend?.. no sir Jay Cee opened doors for greats.. you're jus a chaufer Oh sure ya think ya on top of sumthin' essay But that's jus coz ya dad put ya casa UNDER YOUR NAME! g/l wey vs 87 Fresh Witty as hell, & you know it's my spits Cuz my concepts raise eyebrows - but so does my fist Get shocked w/ my jab, I'm folding ya logic My punches are eye openers - after they finish closing ya socket You've elevated a bit, and I can most def' see your hunger B' Cuz by the look of those lines.. I'm seriously reminded of a younger me But I'm the better emcee son, you know ya father's glistening I would never critique ya style, that means I would bother listening If you snooze on my rhymes, you won't get past the defeat My killer concepts are over ya head - make the sheep match w/ ya sheets Im'a call out your wack concepts & have you feeling scared But if you were to stop at my account - I'd be left a millionaire It's like hard punches to the gut, spit off the fire tongue Get knocked back to a week ago & have ya chest needing an iron lung I beat the one you barely did, Nigga don't test the clout; Cuz' We both know you got in the tourney after you joined Reckon House Complaining on AIM how ya losing & shit, that got me hating this fag But now we're battling - so really, who's left to be swaying the match? I punch fags in the mouth, ya boyfriend? - he must be a bitch A broken glass jaw, that must explain all the fucking cuts on his dick