10-31-2017, 03:42 PM | #1 |
Scream
Join Date: Jun 2015
Posts: 3,227
Battle Record: 63-35
Accomplishments - 50 Wins
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B Smooth
Canibus inspired by B-Smooth
yo, I backslap your wack-ass raps with thunderclaps get pulled under, black by verbal currents, fervent as twenty gunners straps I puncture hats and grip your skull, leaving mental conductors cracked seep into cerebellums, empale em, serum numbs your back I flunk the wack your ass couldn't pass if you was running laps soon as this Son attacks, I crush backs, hear a hundred snaps thoughts left your chest scarred so hard it made your lungs collapse rhyme principles leave kids suspended like shirts on lumberjacks when tons of facts react with my mental, I calibrate verbs amalgamate words, toxic germs decapitate herbs heads count on my style so much, the world don't need calculators I disassemble brain stems through geometric genocide when pens collide forgotten more rhymes than you'll ever memorize you little fries dream about making it to my Super-size gaze in Medusa's eyes, your crew's'll die before the roosters rise maniacal, merciless verses twist into this black abyss any preconceptions of stepping is proven hazardous vapors potent as cannabis damages cabbages you wanna battle this? you must got more balls than a muthafucking abacus or either taking acid hits or masochist, you bastard kids I smash your wigs and lacerate wrists like a razor lash from whips the omnipotent, indestructible being derived from man's seed stay anonymous, knowledge is a rhinoceros that stampedes rearrange your whole frame with mad ease, you might get took out lookout when I'm rocking ice-grills like Eskimos at cookouts you ain't got to go home, but just make sure that I don't see ya or I'll shit on your hood like Carhartt designers with diarrhea flee the radius, your craziest rhymes get absorbed like baby piss dismantled and exhibited to emcees who wanna maybe dis I crush your confidence and self-esteem with my prowess turning liquids to solids when I polish you with my knowledge B-Smooth kinetically germinating syllables with acute verbal trajectories emcees looking over their shoulder like a neurotic Jason Kidd with dandruff on LSD passing SAT tests for three phonetically rhymes i write blow spots like dynamite attached to leprosy inbred combustions cause more head rushes than Tisha Campbell kissing Charles Dutton on Ecstasy a(-)head of the T(i)yme like Morris Daylight saving with watches preset majestically inquisitive diction perpetuates pen precision without subscription excessively setting thee Essence free wackness discrepancy stopping Flo(ws) like Griffith Joyner's father testing seeds after vasectomies more Mi(ke)c checks than Tyson, Jordan and Jackson receiving salaries while crossing off cereal necessities pedigrees of obstreperous linguistics coming out of more closets than Ellen in the Kennedy estate seeking clothes hangers syntactical close-rangers confined in enclosed chambers impose dangers foreclose bankers exploitive to Hip-Hop culture vulture-compressions extracting nerve tissue from vacuoles leaving prose arrangers with no s(cts)ense like the Jackson family returning from surgical nose changers ingenious grammatical boundaries feature more one liners than highway lane separations applied by Dennis drunk off Miller extending tighter lines than spandex-clad virgin phone operators waiting single file within the crevices of the forehead of a frowning Phyllis Diller subliminal murder messages permeating into tracks from Peter Cetera still couldn't reveal this killer darkest humor since Bernie Mac's shouts in blackouts ominous rap bouts getting uglier than Charles Lotten after chemical peels in Thriller more Body Counts than Playmate of the Year/aristocrat-vampire- casualties on Sesame Street enumerated by Ice-T's band syntactical rotation retracting mandibles intangible oceanic floatation and nautical navigation peeped through periscopes tears the ropes anchor-agility reeling in casts news reporters try Se(a)e-Span like a dyslexic scared Fred Berry at marathons with re-directional diarrhea watching "What's Happening?" tapes in reverse on Syndication pen innovation Re-Ran dead gnats infesting corpses torches illuminate skeletons where ultraviolet rays glint surviving victims putting The Word on the street like Bible index sections stapled to the pavement vagrant linguistics circumnavigate cerebral hemispheres with pens in gear that interfere with visualizations dropping more rimes than clumsy poetic Eskimos controlling precipitation flows "Keep it on the Re(a)el" like Xscape final album cut mastery reaching news stations intonation reverberating through the chasms of my tympanic membrane therapeutic respite achieved with another opposing-emcee head split when my rhetoric's leaving men slain pens gain celestial credo when theoretical exaltations transport my mental to the farthest pedestals infinite knowledge throughout the ages wisdom of the Sages confined within the pages of Expressionist- made scripts containing phonetic flows Sons play like spiritually-inclined Nike shoe bottoms when we metaphysically bless the so(u)les enshrouded verbs reiterate reviving souls to obliterate pen deflate the verbally dubious cracking the nucleus watching centers break like Ewing and David Robinson copying back spins after cracked shins interactions from mental captions reverting factions to intricate fractions perpetual father-figure immortally birthing verbal syntax-kin Ghost Dad like Bill Cosby opposed to the life of Autumn Jackson raps tend to rely on the odious dramatization of false emulations exaltations through glorification of fake trends killing our nation Sons the serum... |
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