Dr. Delux vs Analys aka E-Quell

[trap.]

03-21-2002

Dr Delux

You obviously crazy, im a doctor not a psychologist/
Battlin me will make history dug up by anthropologists/
The style will contuse you, misuse and confuse you/
Riddle ya melon wit holes, turn you to a bowl of fruit loops/
You need chill, just play the back/
Come on man, you couldnt shine if you stood in the sun fully coated in shillac/
Im all winner, top of the line, hot by design/
Treat ya neck like Moet and just pop ya spine/
Its gonna be hard to spit as hot as mine/
I gotta mind like an adidas factory...lots of lines/
You couldnt find a decent flow in a faucet/
Shine on the mic like rays of sun, niggas like you get heat exhausted/
Yo flow is caustic take caution I constantly spit bricks/
Enough to bury yo body under highrises and projects/
I got access to everything on the atlas/
I see you use he same rhymes twice like flippin ya pissy matress/
Ya fate is inevitable, the mic and my hand inseperable/
And when this damage is done ya rhyme will be irrepairable/



Tha Analyst:

Change your name, its the incorrect definition/
I checked websters 3rd rendition, and delux didn't mean wack rap/
your spits aren't arousing like being at a gay bar gettin a lap dance/
Matter of fact, your last statement, retract that, calling us wack cats..
Psssh....i'll hit you hard enough to make your back collapse, then clap and laugh/
your raps are trash, you couldn't be hot on wax if you melted a candle/
My thoughts are brash, like doors without knobs my shit can't be handled/
The Analyst, the mad vandal steady and ready to dismantle kids judgin you watch the gavel lift/
beatin you like 9 wu tang warriors sourrounding you in the gravel pit/
A misfit, you just miss-spit, i might as well miss it, your spits make my dick limp/

yeah






Round 2

03-22-2002

Dr. Delux (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=11216)

Aight Analyst..........

Ill even spit first again


The definition of delux is definitely efficent lyrical prowess/
Bendin minds like fine china and silverware on "POWDER"/
The Analyst dull as ashes-is, surpassed by massive spits/
The likes of which help me to shine like a star or an asterisk/
You couldnt go from rags to rich, if you had a bitch,/
Wit a clit the size that Grand Canyon-is sellin mad ass tickets/
Magic wit metaphors and toungue twists i spit phrases/
And bust shit more than mexicans swingin sticks at paper mache/
I spit so much flame ill probably become a cancer patient/
Fishy lyrics, tried spit at me me but you only master-BATIN/
Leave you limbless and decappitated, wit tangible skill/
My mandible grabbin your lifeless body for my canible meal/
Very ill, tickle ya torso, all you can do is be still/
Apply pressure to ya brain to check for capillary refill/
The Analyst couldnt even come close to handlin this/
For starters you spit miserable lies like a miracle workin televangelist/
Ya passivness will get you cut into pieces by this rhythmic s-WORDPLAY/
Re-evaluate and analyze whether or not flowin is your forte...........


Your turn................
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Analyst (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=33)
AKA E-Quell

yo Okay,

This cat is straight-fake, claiming he's pimp, i'm the best-of-guys, bullshit he's not delux/
You need some weight-gain and excericise to get more than bitches and free-sluts/
Eyein me? your lucks up, I'm fucked up with irony, i tell Eunuch's to suck these nuts/*1
Matter of fact kid, the drastic facts is, that with verbal surgery I murder-in-text/
Power surges-intense, blastin bastards backwards fuckin em up like vertical-sex/
What's the name? claim you been in the game years but i haven't heard-of-you-yet/
You the doctor but i'm operating, stop your hating, you best verse is just ambience/*2
Wake up in an ambulence, recklessly driven by the vandalous Analyst, the Antagonist/
Battle this? You're the one an operating table and ima' remove your tumor of foul-rappin/
Guess what, I tried my best but your still garbage, i guess i'll get charged with malpractice/
You couldn't hit a high note on a trampoline doing a backflip, and that's if you NBA pro hops!/
You know what, after that verse your like a low budget play because YOU GET NO PROPS.


1. a eunuch is a man with no testicles, used as queen's servants to insure no hanky panky
2. ambience means background noise.