Elite 8: Psychlone

[trap.]

Battle: Psychlone vs Obnox
Round: 2
Winner: Psychlone
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Psychlone

Obnox you rookie I've been rockin' parks since Jurassic
Look up "Asskick" in the dict and see ya name with an asterisk
Get torched on the front porch where ya're the doormat
Ya think ya got the key but ya don't know the format
This WILD CAT's battles leave ya dazed amazed with wonder
DUKE ya glory days are hist like CHRISTIAN LAETTNER at the buzzer
Ty Cobb couldn't sock a pitch to flight like I can fly Obnox's
Sloppy rhymes I strike with the mic ya try ta slob cocks
Bitch ya can't rhyme ya need to switch CA-REARS
To gay porno flicks where dicks go in and out of queers
I'll even let ya quote this if ya tell em who said it
Psychlone is chargin mics for those who never had credit
Hope ya ready for a monumental ass whoopin
In sequential order words are born ta crack ya head and leave ya rap cookin
Walk over ya brain to see my footprints on ya forehead
While ya couldn't get in me with ya weak retort if I was force-fed,
Ya couldn't outrun me if ya had a horse head
I'm a force on a course that's legendary like a Norse led
Invasion like Normandy I storm the beach my form of speech's
Like a swarm of bees leavin allergics torn and weak
Geek I got ya chokin like a carburetor
Falter I'm ya star fader Psych'll stay current like an alternator,
Ya'll never shake me like a man's stutter
I am BLUBBER when I ride the breaks like ya grandmother
Flow like K&N I take a stand brother
When I put my hand on the rudder Goddamn I make a jam butter
Like a man against a Roman Legion
I'll leave ya with lesions, cuts, abrasions, inflammations like ya teethin
I'm seethin with anger thanks to "Take a Beatin"
Also known as Obnox start a tab cause ya vocab's gettin eatin
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Obnox

yo you advanced to the second round, now your luck runs out
Obnox, nice to meet ya, then whip the lyrical guns out
get dumb loud, my flow is past phat, it's obese
smack any MC, wrap the mic cable around his neck and squeeze
your rhymes sink like Titanic, you can't flow with the organic
lyrics shootin out of cannons not picked up by any kind of scanners
2nd round, and the fans already waving banners
Obnox tell 'em who the man is--lyrics harder than granite
turn a Psychlone into a light breeze w/ my tight steez
go ahead try to recite me, you might suck but you can't bite these
I guess your lyric brand is Hoover, nigga I'ma move ya
so violently you'll wish you would have exited sooner
your whole style is the first part of your name: PSYCH
mafaka you can't even hold my paper when I write
you can't even wipe my ass when I drop this shit
your rhymes soft as moccasins
I ride the track like the horsemen of the apocalypse
so it's on you, get on your computer and type
till your hands is sore and and your eyes is burnin from the light
cos even if you rip a 100 lines it's still a no show
cos my status all-pro, blow holes in niggas with lyrical 44's
now you're slippin in your mic grip, strugglin tryin to fight with
a no-nonsense MC w/ an enhanced rappin license
you hittin CTR-ALT-Delete tryin to get your raps to cancel
I'm observin, barely anxious, hummin a ghastly anthem
seconds later you screamin at your screen: "STOP IT!!!!"
my words explodin through your monitor in the form of rockets
you hit the ground, struck from all angles w/ my surround sound
I threw it down, you losin breath watchin Simplesime give me a pound
should have never crossed paths with the scientist of lost math
using mics and keyboards to toss cats miles off-track
you lost, black, should have reconsidered postin your raps
if I'm not the only MC left on this page, then this is a false graph