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Join Date: Dec 2018
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![]() Veteran? please...
They say you're the "foulest-known",*pfttt* well then I'm Al-Capone coming to bring "down-the-tone" like when a movie at the cinema-starts-pace. Like...Why you mentioned-at-top-rate? You tired-old-man I started your retirement-plans, cuz only time "Tony goes out with a bang" is at the ending-of-Scareface! Give it up... You washed-up-lame, I'll toss-this-brain-dead-ape and send em ashamed-in-space for trying to throw hooks-in-guerilla-mode! Forreal, crook-thinks-he's-"hella-dope", like his bars-snatches-our-pride-but if "Mars-catches-our-eye", then we're looking-through-telescopes! You ain't strong... Before the tourney you worked that light-weight-Jim(gym) were your lines-great-then? Nah, "Mars Bars" were about as heavy as the chocolate school-kids-do hustle! I guess your no machine! that can't bruise-me-or-tustle! So I won't be clapping-this-boy-with-the-chrome-popping, cuz my rhymes be packing-steroids-to-have-"TONE-BODIED"...without me moving-a-muscle! yeah you light... and you aint no murderer.. The chrome-piece-your-policy like this poser-is-slaughtering? Nah,we saw how he "ducked killing" like a christian known-for-theology! So atleast be showing-some-modesty, you foe-busting-wannabe-, cuz only time " Mars be at war" is in Roman-Mythology! You won't go past text cuz You're an overrated-fucker-with-all-your-stupid bars, burn-dirt-wipe, try to "earn-your-stripes", but Frosted Flakes is the only time " Tony-on-a-Cover",-you-don't -do shit hard! So I'm popping-the-chopper and dropping-your-posture-cuz-you-could-wish- on-a -"shooting star"-to-be-"rocking-a-concert", -you-still-wouldnt-be-no-Bruno, Mars! VS It was written in ancient legend forsaken I'd take the gates of Heaven Aim to test it, blazing greater than statements that Satan beckon Craving flesh of angels, my fangs're cradled in daemon necks I'm Taking breath, swallowing lightning bolts and the taste electric Feeling thunder, building hunger of spirits of saints for breakfast Kill ascendants, teeth are like blades serrated and razors pressing Straight in chests, swallow hearts of apostles like steak or lettuce They regret letting me respirate, now Imma dangerous weapon Spit fire with flame intestines from lighters and kegs ingested Messiah domains infested of virus and plague infections Taint it's essence, take away ya favorite testament Then take a breath in it, setting flame to the page's lettering The storm is brewing, too elusive for weather rhetoric Severing heads of devils and my throat is oozing foaming fluids No disputing I'm sicker than affliction that Moses threw at Egypt, have 'em screaming Jesus with the bones protruding Closing in over victims tearing holes in 'em bigger than solar systems Listen to prayer but not a soul assist 'em This is for those that overlooked us and foes that doubt us You'll be watching when the throne is ours.. VS A lot of cats pop shit, I pop apocalypse Toppin propaganda force fed to the populace My thoughts run the gamut from outstandin' to preposterous On top of this I move posteriors Brother impoverished the pac shuries [?] My process: accomplish through perseverance Every man's not my brother regardless of appearance Apprehension clouds the spirit Tension prepares us for ascension And at his best is when he breaks conventions A convenient covenant coveted for conception We're all from the same mold: spores and bacteria Those woulda fear me others would thaw hysteria A claustrophobic neurosis in this masquerade ball of fake glasses and big noses Molasses splashes explosive flows Two exposed Pinochio's growin' nose Composed of compost compositions Those clothes are gettin' a little close fittin' I stop this shit and I'm over-confident The script's compliments of my frozen mic dominance A passively aggressive testament is how I'm reppin' shit vs Let's dissect the meaning of your name, take a look into Rad's past the current state of rap is booty, well now... that makes you half-assed plus you're mad gassed, guess you just do what you felt you got to like quotin' yourself in your sig 'cuz no one else will jock you no one else'd want to, except to display wackness of all sorts and educate kids on how to avoid creating disses that fall short Radius is All Sport, I'm Gatorade when it comes to rap but I'm thirstin for blood now, yo man sorry it's come to that but I'ma' pummel Rad, leavin this kid battered & bruised bitch smackin this dude, & have the whole league laughin at you you even got half of a clue? just a lonely man with no crew which means you're the only one who ever gets mad when ya' lose it's actually sad cuz it's true, we know Rad's loss is expected people call you hot but only 'cuz you're gettin dropped in a second you're a lifetime loser, everything you've ever spit is wack we'd still see an L on your head if you was wearin' a Wizard's cap admit it jack, I'm spittin facts, it's time you accept it man everyone sleeps on you, only rapper with narcaleptic fans R's pathetic and, 'bout to cry as I pound him like some pussy the only vet on the Net that's still soundin' like a rookie ain't no love lost here, now I got ya' feelin sick and hollow pride's a bitch, huh? 'cuz you don't know if you should spit or swallow |
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