Phearce vs Poetic Thought

[trap.]

12-24-2001


Poetic Thought spit:

my styles rare like haleys comet coming once every 75yrs
Poetic thought rips through the thread,steals the win the dissapears
throwin a wrench in your machinery,verbals is breakin off
smell the STENCH of the scenery,phearce smelling lost
sniper of this battle,venomous emcee trained ASSASIN
after you lose this youll sue me under the laws of class action
breakin my flows,your style second rate
as my confidence grows,ill win by landslide in this debate
im finished thrown darts and lyrically tearing your style apart
your a tin man emcee you flow with no heart


Phearce spit:

This kid couldnt have 'poetic thoughts' if he was possesed by a beatnik/
i heard his mom yellin she wants to beat-dick so ill make his defeat-quick/
he's tryin to bust a 'neat-trick' like a 'magician' whos a 'clean-freak'/
so i blaze his sorcerer's ways like harry potter on a mean-streak/
im spittin lines so comlpex i make shakespear's text look simple/
his raps so wack he must be a 'white-head' so i pop his dome likea 'pimple'/
i dont mean to 'hate on my own race' but this sorry cat is 'comin in last-place'/
even if he started at a fast-pace he couldnt 'catch up' if this was a 'tomato-chase'/
so ima mash his potato-face use his blood for gravy and serve it on christmas/
for his sake i hope this kid had medical attention on his holiday wish-list/