Dockspitz vs Illusion vs Mahatma vs mUaY-aUs vs Atomic Thoughtz vs Da Storm vs Pik

[trap.]

01-10-2002


Dockspitz....

Kids pull when pushing, ya knew this nookie would of hooked me...
you foolish rookies, "betting ya shits fake", like bullshit bookies...
threw these pussies in a self portriat, left em in one tight strangle....
cats better hire Jerry Springer to get ya outta this love triangle....
enough minds tangled from all these brainscans i've layed man...
my AIDS can end-the-sick-headed then spread-the-synthetics like fake tans...
break plans to ski resorts, through do-hickys i "cast the cold" like nude gypsee's..
ya crew's iffy, i suck out ya mind then pluck out ya eyes, am i too "picky"?...
if you hit me, prepare for an attack of spits, ya challenged this n had to quit...
left ya in a "steamin' pile" cuz i'm mad as shit.. yes, i'm all that n a bag of chips!
relapse to 5th, if ya askin' him to jack these kids surely Dock fights all...
like mind salt, i shortly got drywall by heating ya'll with a 40 watt light bulb...

Illusion...

I'm the one after six, cause only my numbers control your fate
Yous' in the 2nd grade, cause after seven you know you'll get eight

Emcees get desipated, your exposed bone absorbs blows like a sure pro
let all know your just here to grow, like roots the only way you live is 'down below'
You get 'hung up' like grounded teenagers telephones...but i'm still off the hook
ya'll never handy...like lazy carpenters...you get your fingers stapled and shook
illusions the cover and ya played with tha book...this story's got ya shakin at night
knockout battle? this royal rumble ain't nothin...cause with ya'll i just play when i fight!
just stay to the right...cause you always left out...so stay in line this time
like killer assassin's i creep...get ya verses strangled and choked with one line!

Illusion steppin back...leavin room for you to lose...all i have to say is goodbye
Cause ya'll couldn't 'sweep the rounds' if you were a the janitors at 'columbine high'!

Mahatma....

Speed up for the red partz

Right......

Nine emcee'z are gonna get in they face served
Nine emcee'z are gonna get straight up, flawlessed
Nine emcee'z have they grave stonez in reserve

For when nine emcee'z get thrown in Mahat'z blood bath ov haemoglobin. I'ma view when veins burst!

Nine emcee'z left under the earth to body rot
Nine emcee'z in induvidual, ex-body plots
After nine separate spine separating body shotz

All out a time like a dodgy watch, they'd prolly stop, this hotness if they soulz were'nt impossibly lost!

mUaY-aUs.....

~well......this toxicated-and-ungental-educated but still clinically-mental nutt~
~is dropping complicated rhymes giving dental problems being indicatied-as-coincidental~
~your punches feel lubricated any complicated skills you show has to be purely accidental~
~these fabricated bars i read seem over-rated-duplicated from mine you get eradicated~
~i destroy heavyweighyts like they have no value,fuck you faggots i verbally grill you on a barbecue~
~like tofu..put harsh spells on you like i know voodoo, giving you a 'burnt by muay' tattoo ~
~my wordplay gets you whirled-around-the-world-fuck up any verse-i-verse when i dispurse~
~though this battle you submerse, go get your dickriders to reimburse your lost votes and nurse~
~your annihilation, it seems like an assimilation but beware/prepare for your own verbal violation~
~only one way to keep this armageddon-fill you with lead-then watch to see you dead-in-reality....................~~~

Atomic Thoughtz......

the thunder struck...how do they expect to even play with fire with cold bars
Only time there ‘lines are special’ is standing in bathrooms with retards*
Wack cats a Gay...I'll Laugh cause Hey...They spend Hours with Dudes
Like the 'Blood of a Smurf'...Atomic beat them Out of the Blue
You Hold the Scripts I'll Throw there Wrists...now Drop the Act
Toss 'Ballots at my Louisville Slugger'...These fags get Votes Off the Bat
Reverse insults till the Jokes on them like Tattooed Chest Humor
I'll tell your Girl her Legs are Gossip...then I'll 'Spread' Rumors
Atomic Fast to Slash there Raps in Half...show them the After Math
Only 'Sign of a Threat'...was attending Bin Laden's Traffic Class
Now defend mine…break there neck with 'obituaries' cause this is fatal text
Blade ta necks, got 'fillers up the ass' like dentist delivering anal sex
Match neva ‘Tied Up’…even on Shores my style knocks there taste
Like giving Mr. Rogers a Sand Paper Wash Cloth…I’m taking that Smile off there Face

Da Storm.....

Battle in any land~im victorious~none of yall can contend wit half my spits/
Im too sick~wit my "bilingual" text~I can "hijack" threads flowin in "arabic"/

If you tore up a "bible" none of yall could rip a "verse"~prepare for tha worse/
Im bout to kill all ten of you kids~get on the phone and order a"stretch limo hearse"/
preserved ya spots in tha church~you cats have been "cursed"/
give respect to tha winner~none of ya rhymes is "Phat"~im touchin all yall screamin "THINNER"/
defetin me cause im a beginner~you must have a dream like "M.L. King"/
Flow could never be "slippin" like X~ cause i keep shit "bruin"(brewin) like "hockey teams"/
Addicted to my flow like fiends~any one yall step up ill roast ya/
Cause none of yall can create "energy" if ya stuck a fork in a "toaster"/
No one to support ya~lyrics cuttin like razor blades~best ta be afraid/
When i pull tha "pin" out these lyrics will drop "10 men" like "army grenades"/
What all yall runnin for~yall aint really want war~ come back and catch some more/
Wanted a Royal Rumble~but like "poor people" yall didnt know what's in "store"/
Now u catchin the "kiss of death" like "mistletoe" in front of the "grim reapers" door/

Pikfjaes...

Piks a murderous man wit a murderous plan…
Spraying wit vommit like spittin hurl on a fan...
Flipping girls on a pan, bitches is crying, frying in their own juice...
Claiming raw, flaming paws attacking their body, now dying wit a shown bruise...
Lying aint no news, muthafuckaz still battling wit an obviously shown bit...
How the hell can I lose battles when I’m battling my own shit...
Thrown fists on ur noses...I hate ur recycling style, its damn annoying...
Spit so hot it appears like my saliva gland is boiling...
Pointin towards nowhere, tony blær is raping God,- piks fucking the reaper...
Piks gonna slice their record wit twice the effort...cuttin more heads than gettin the dick stuck in the zipper...yeah like dat suckaz...