LOST SOULS vs HELL RAZERS

God Of War · 01-27-2013, 01:49 PM

~~Utter Confusion~~ (Deamon Of Lyrics / White Blaz)

I melt words into liquefied states, lettin words go like hollow tips piercing at exponential rates…
The Hell Razers final stand won't be lost to souls, who's occupants cant keep their words under control…
Letting lose my 16 bars of gold is more than LS can menace, im all around you in a 360 Degree presence…
What if I actually lashed out at your whole crew, tha members would be left to a living few…
Attacking identities one by one takin a bite outa minds, pulling vics like homicide out to stop crime…
While im walking ahead of your perception, you are all still rappin about trying to get your vest protection...
2nd grade minds produce low intensity rhymes, Lost in their wackness where the search and rescue can't find…
im leaving words hanging on tha edges, where they can be grabbed and pulled into new questions…
grasping your souls in my hand, using its white light to light my path as I walk above human man…
I got nothing to lose as I am disappearing into tha mist, you can launch your words but without guidance they'll miss…
Timmy L what kinda name was that any-way, came into this blind folded now your getting your life thrown away…
Winning this first crew battle with my single lines, I don't need sentences to complete paragraphs I use motions like mimes…
Numb audiences can feel this as I pull words like teeth in dentistry, making your words flow through my mouth tha way they were meant-to-be…
Mazzive Terror rains from my mouth with every word projected, back to line one with your last line reflected…
Catching breezes in tha side now we run with four, but win with three as I drop ashes and leave souls lost on a dark floor…

RIP

~~MENTALchallenge~~

Even ya name suggests a ‘deficit’, these SOULS alredy ‘LOST’ b4 they ever-spit/
So ‘cut the crap’ before we ‘sever-it’, ya ‘lost’ asses neva ‘find’ a victory/
Say u ‘lost’ ILL PHILOSOPHER, its jus trickery, he off getting a strap-a-dick-to-me(strapadictomy)/
The fact is TIMMY bears Hell(L)’s markings, LS cant run ‘parallel’ to us even when ‘parking’/
LS inflict MAZZIVE TERROR on small children, who afraid ya takin em (Mazz-)‘‘to the park’’ jus to fill-them/
We be wearin apparel made from ya epidermis, woteva yall dish out, just my rep-return-this/
HR win just by presenting their line-up, the roster makes Souls beg the ref to say: time-up!/
Don’t be relyin on that cat INSIG OTHER, tha fact is ya boy’s off growin-big-in-his-brother/
Ya verses consist of pleadin ur surrender, ya rhymes couldn’t ‘mix’ if I shoved em in tha ‘blender’/
Ya crew ‘cant flow together’ like ‘water and oil’, give ya enuff ‘creases’ to rename u ‘Tin Foil’/
Hell consumes ya soul wit morbid fascination, u think u ill? Well we da vaccination/
Constrict ya life essence in a perfect vice-grip, u ‘fallin ova this hurdle’, so fuckin have a ‘nice-trip’/
If I-slip, its guaranteed ur veerin outta control, if rappin is a ‘game’, then HR made tha ‘console’/
U aint hot, jus caught in the blast radius, if we wrote wit ‘vanishin ink’, yall still aint ‘fadin’-us/
Tiny Tim thinkin that bullshit counts as poetics? Its so whack that readin it goes agenst my ethics/
The raisers surround until ya enveloped, ur like ‘exposed film negatives’, cos ya shit ‘aint developed’/
U think we ‘Friends’, just cos u ‘court-any-cocks(Courtney Cox)’, LS sigs got yall sportin-ya-frocks/
LS must b on 'sale', the way they rhymes are 'discounted', unable to match a lone raiser, wit 3, the odds are mounted/
Findin a good LS bar be like a needle in a haystack, ya aint 'Mel Gibson', cos ur shits barely worth a 'pay-back'/
Like ‘10 becomin 6’, this is a ‘4-gone(foregone)’ conclusion, we walk thru LS like they just an illusion/
We all know ya get child pics n imagine u rode-them, receivin em thru the ‘internet’ so u can get ‘mo-dem(modem)’/
U put ya 'sole' into this, but end up as the 'feet(ft.)', if u 'gift-wrapped lava', u wudnt be 'packing heat'/
U getting ‘anal so hard’, u think ur ‘shits on fire’, u don’t ‘burn the track’, u just need to ‘re-tyre’(retire)/
We ‘scorch ya flow’ so ya str8 up spit ‘vapours’, ‘decapitate u in text’, so u ‘HEAD-line tha papers’/

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" BATTLE ENDS"
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01-27-2013, 01:49 PM	#3
God Of War The Landlord Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 5,822 Battle Record: 12-10 Rep Power: 10493983	~~Utter Confusion~~ (Deamon Of Lyrics / White Blaz) I melt words into liquefied states, lettin words go like hollow tips piercing at exponential rates… The Hell Razers final stand won't be lost to souls, who's occupants cant keep their words under control… Letting lose my 16 bars of gold is more than LS can menace, im all around you in a 360 Degree presence… What if I actually lashed out at your whole crew, tha members would be left to a living few… Attacking identities one by one takin a bite outa minds, pulling vics like homicide out to stop crime… While im walking ahead of your perception, you are all still rappin about trying to get your vest protection... 2nd grade minds produce low intensity rhymes, Lost in their wackness where the search and rescue can't find… im leaving words hanging on tha edges, where they can be grabbed and pulled into new questions… grasping your souls in my hand, using its white light to light my path as I walk above human man… I got nothing to lose as I am disappearing into tha mist, you can launch your words but without guidance they'll miss… Timmy L what kinda name was that any-way, came into this blind folded now your getting your life thrown away… Winning this first crew battle with my single lines, I don't need sentences to complete paragraphs I use motions like mimes… Numb audiences can feel this as I pull words like teeth in dentistry, making your words flow through my mouth tha way they were meant-to-be… Mazzive Terror rains from my mouth with every word projected, back to line one with your last line reflected… Catching breezes in tha side now we run with four, but win with three as I drop ashes and leave souls lost on a dark floor… RIP ~~MENTALchallenge~~ Even ya name suggests a ‘deficit’, these SOULS alredy ‘LOST’ b4 they ever-spit/ So ‘cut the crap’ before we ‘sever-it’, ya ‘lost’ asses neva ‘find’ a victory/ Say u ‘lost’ ILL PHILOSOPHER, its jus trickery, he off getting a strap-a-dick-to-me(strapadictomy)/ The fact is TIMMY bears Hell(L)’s markings, LS cant run ‘parallel’ to us even when ‘parking’/ LS inflict MAZZIVE TERROR on small children, who afraid ya takin em (Mazz-)‘‘to the park’’ jus to fill-them/ We be wearin apparel made from ya epidermis, woteva yall dish out, just my rep-return-this/ HR win just by presenting their line-up, the roster makes Souls beg the ref to say: time-up!/ Don’t be relyin on that cat INSIG OTHER, tha fact is ya boy’s off growin-big-in-his-brother/ Ya verses consist of pleadin ur surrender, ya rhymes couldn’t ‘mix’ if I shoved em in tha ‘blender’/ Ya crew ‘cant flow together’ like ‘water and oil’, give ya enuff ‘creases’ to rename u ‘Tin Foil’/ Hell consumes ya soul wit morbid fascination, u think u ill? Well we da vaccination/ Constrict ya life essence in a perfect vice-grip, u ‘fallin ova this hurdle’, so fuckin have a ‘nice-trip’/ If I-slip, its guaranteed ur veerin outta control, if rappin is a ‘game’, then HR made tha ‘console’/ U aint hot, jus caught in the blast radius, if we wrote wit ‘vanishin ink’, yall still aint ‘fadin’-us/ Tiny Tim thinkin that bullshit counts as poetics? Its so whack that readin it goes agenst my ethics/ The raisers surround until ya enveloped, ur like ‘exposed film negatives’, cos ya shit ‘aint developed’/ U think we ‘Friends’, just cos u ‘court-any-cocks(Courtney Cox)’, LS sigs got yall sportin-ya-frocks/ LS must b on 'sale', the way they rhymes are 'discounted', unable to match a lone raiser, wit 3, the odds are mounted/ Findin a good LS bar be like a needle in a haystack, ya aint 'Mel Gibson', cos ur shits barely worth a 'pay-back'/ Like ‘10 becomin 6’, this is a ‘4-gone(foregone)’ conclusion, we walk thru LS like they just an illusion/ We all know ya get child pics n imagine u rode-them, receivin em thru the ‘internet’ so u can get ‘mo-dem(modem)’/ U put ya 'sole' into this, but end up as the 'feet(ft.)', if u 'gift-wrapped lava', u wudnt be 'packing heat'/ U getting ‘anal so hard’, u think ur ‘shits on fire’, u don’t ‘burn the track’, u just need to ‘re-tyre’(retire)/ We ‘scorch ya flow’ so ya str8 up spit ‘vapours’, ‘decapitate u in text’, so u ‘HEAD-line tha papers’/ ---------------------------------------------------------- " BATTLE ENDS" ---------------------------------------------------------- It might be more ez to vote on this if ya knew some facts about these peeps in this shit...