Elite 8: Elite Minded

[trap.]

Battle: :ELITE MINDED: vs X-RAY
Round: 3
Winner: :ELITE MINDED:
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:ELITE MINDED:

MOS DEFinitely X-RAY is walking out of his boundaries/
like branches X-RAY might find himself bound to trees/
found to be/hung and beat-like juries jackin' off in their seats/
i'm playin for keeps/makin X amount of opPONENT my property/
R.eality A.cknowledge Y.our-in a state of poverty/
poor skills,poor hygene,poor chance of comming properly/
elite steps- and X-ray get ghost like demi moore weavin pottery/
X, u got more chance playin the lottery-than to survive/
you couldn't get aHEAD even with a monica lewinski bribe/
you couldn't equal my vibe/if you was in a sitcom SINgin BADly/
my sharpen skills got you bleedin- madly/with spilled guts/
to preserve my win i got a jar with your pickled peeled nuts/
your so full of bullSHIt that i vacuum sealed your butt/
you remind me of a X-RAYted slut-"horny chick suckin dick/
the dr. released the X-RAY pics-and found out you was a chick/
so you bought an X-tension for your shit/in place of the clit/
X-cept you couldn't use it/ as an X-cuse for gettin X-ecuted/
how are you gonna X-plain that E.lite's LITE got u electricuted/
got you lookin blind and stupid/like RAY charles tryin to read/
the only time you'll be a TOP seed is when your HIGH on bird feed/
watch this nerd bleed-scrotum sacked punctured with a needle/
so much blood they wanna make my battle tactics illegal/
mutalating people-remeniscent of corpse chopped by "leather face"/
sending X-to a better place-/don't think about a RAYsurection/
cause "your stuck" like edward scissorhand with an erection/
skull C-section- got me "lookin thru you to your soul"-head open/
(M)asterfully (C)rucifying your goals-killin' your hope and/
chance of advancing/not only is the fat lady singin' but dancing/
cuz i'm all in your head like a swastika on charles manson/
got the gas and- match ready to bar-b que another challenger/
stepping to me with too much WEEK(weak) lines like a calendar/
you might was well have defaulted like the previous two before you/
after i'm done dismantling each body parts-nobody can ever restore you/
enter another tournament they'll ignore you/for the fact your no threat/
your metaphores and raps similar to bad breath/"it needs REFRESHING"/
not will u only kiss my ass but toss the salad with ranch dressing/
and your thought of progressing-/is "USELESS like a gayman's sperm/
with my x-ray i C man(seimen) burn/trying to rebound from a lost/
the only X-RAY you'll see next round is the one i hung on the cross/

if you are a GOD you' will rise in three days..hahahaha happy easter...
(but you'll still be in the loser's column)

all in luv......
::ELITE MINDED:: M.O.S 2tha3rd"I".will see you in the next round..
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X-Ray

Let me apologize beforehand for tha following, as it may cause offense
to be taken…:

Ayo, I'll smack you wit my words (Kapow!) like Batman and Robin in tha
seventies//
I turn flesh and blood into memories like a long forgotten cemetary//
SimpleMINDED nigga's who cannot do tha math don't add up//
To an opponent worthy of defeat from X faster than I can deduct//
You wouldn't even be this far if it weren't for two defaults//
You aint even technically battled at all - while I crushed whoeva's
involved//
I provoke deaths of eMCee's like thoughts - decapitate sucka's like
guillotines//
Come more hard than nigga's in South Central L.A wit blueprints and
artillery//
You reMINDED me of Aiwa, cuz when X fleXed, Elite started to walk,man//
I know Elite's a faggot cuz he's always on my jock, man//
I peeped your other battles - Tell me, why do y.ou a.lways d.o t.his?//
If I scored you like tha Tao Te Ching - "originality" would have been
missed//
I attack tha throat like Vampires, hit strait to tha chest like asthma
inhalers//
Your lyrics are more trash than white in Kentucky living in trailers//
MOS 2tha 3rd i, must have drafted you as tha joke character//
You're giving them a bad rep, son - like Keenan Ivory tryin to be a
black actor//
You're more yellow than school buses of retarded kids for juvenile
delinquents//
You were shot by tha firing squad for having wack tapes wit distribution
intent//
I got more nigga's in my corner than Wu-Tang has followers among them//
When I deliver a flow my spittle is acid rain along wit wind from my
lung-span//
I clowned you more than Krusty's on tha Simpson's telathon//
And ran more battlegrounds than Lewis sponsored marathons//
My Minds more Dangerous than Michelle Phipher performing marine
techniques//
I checked off more eMCee's than questionnaire's and publishing
critiques//
AbsentMINDED verbals allign wit herbal transpositions//
I work wit more dead bodies than a malpractice against morticians//
Crushed more elite minded peeps than society crushed my ambitions//
And slung more mud than big breasted chicks wrestling, and monster truck
demolitions//
Yo Elite, admit to defeat - and I'll spare you dismissal like suing
celebrities//
You have more weak and wak-minded rhymes than tha Xcaliber X has
enemies//
You're more Sorry than Milton Bradley games and apologetic children//
I fucked you more than double beds in tha rooms of tha San Diego
Hilton….//

Good bye.

X-RAY