Lil Raskal vs Kannon

trap. · 01-28-2013, 12:01 AM

01-03-2002

kannon:

Ayo, I be the best, hot like fire, you desire these skills//
you couldn't increase your rhymes if you was poppin' lyrical pills//
i'm rappin in three dimentions, while you rhymin' in stills//
don't come to close cause i spit acid, best believe that it kills//
and I'm well known world-wide because of my infamy//
you couldn't comprehend the way Kannon spit rhymes this heavily//
I lyricize with complexity, some say its incredibly//
but i'm original compare me to someone else could never be//
I won't repeat myself so if you don't listen the first time//
at the drop of the first dime you'll be shot with the first nine//
end up on a flat line, without a heartbeat or pulse//
you try to haunt me to stab me but your knives are all dulls//
then you try to fire shots at me, but ya gonna miss and//
they'll turn around and you'll knock yaself out like Jadakiss and//
then ya get pissed and, you start to clinch ya fists and//
throw some punches at me but ya skills ane non-existant//

lil_raskal:

eradicate any mission objectives of usurpin me~or perturbin me~
thinkin u hardcore cuz u learned words birthed in the urban streets~
assertin ur deserving heat~til i burned ur turbin wit a verse pending~
wit verbs cindering~ur flows ‘motionless n unfelt’ like (in hurt)inert nerves bending~
wanted to be gutter until i laid u face first in the curbs ending~
perplexed...couldnt discern ur own style thats why u deterrd sending~
ur shots miss thru curved winding~boomerang effect returns wackness~practice~
ur scripts are more tactless~then the theatrics of an amateur actress~
tryin to match wits~wit tactics as crafti as woodshop in pre-k classes~
u attack as imbalanced as anarexics 'holdin it down' on big puns mattress~
fact this~ur bantamweight less in a world where sumos attack quick~
ull get smashed in~n twin slashed~til u resemble packs of snack mix~
TWINs apt fists attack wits~wit ‘ass kick’ double branded~in italics~
to blast ur fag shyt for ‘bendin over backwards’ to challenge this~
u talentless wit a laxd limp~standin as callous as a newborn phallus~
u couldn’t hit me wit a hard or wicked flow if u shoulderd mallets~wit malice~
grip ur throat wit morbid vultures talons~til ur encircld neck is circled next~(dead meat)
wti ur worthless threats~mustve been confused off some blue and perple 'X'....

01-28-2013, 12:01 AM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Lil Raskal vs Kannon 01-03-2002 kannon: Ayo, I be the best, hot like fire, you desire these skills// you couldn't increase your rhymes if you was poppin' lyrical pills// i'm rappin in three dimentions, while you rhymin' in stills// don't come to close cause i spit acid, best believe that it kills// and I'm well known world-wide because of my infamy// you couldn't comprehend the way Kannon spit rhymes this heavily// I lyricize with complexity, some say its incredibly// but i'm original compare me to someone else could never be// I won't repeat myself so if you don't listen the first time// at the drop of the first dime you'll be shot with the first nine// end up on a flat line, without a heartbeat or pulse// you try to haunt me to stab me but your knives are all dulls// then you try to fire shots at me, but ya gonna miss and// they'll turn around and you'll knock yaself out like Jadakiss and// then ya get pissed and, you start to clinch ya fists and// throw some punches at me but ya skills ane non-existant// lil_raskal: eradicate any mission objectives of usurpin me~or perturbin me~ thinkin u hardcore cuz u learned words birthed in the urban streets~ assertin ur deserving heat~til i burned ur turbin wit a verse pending~ wit verbs cindering~ur flows ‘motionless n unfelt’ like (in hurt)inert nerves bending~ wanted to be gutter until i laid u face first in the curbs ending~ perplexed...couldnt discern ur own style thats why u deterrd sending~ ur shots miss thru curved winding~boomerang effect returns wackness~practice~ ur scripts are more tactless~then the theatrics of an amateur actress~ tryin to match wits~wit tactics as crafti as woodshop in pre-k classes~ u attack as imbalanced as anarexics 'holdin it down' on big puns mattress~ fact this~ur bantamweight less in a world where sumos attack quick~ ull get smashed in~n twin slashed~til u resemble packs of snack mix~ TWINs apt fists attack wits~wit ‘ass kick’ double branded~in italics~ to blast ur fag shyt for ‘bendin over backwards’ to challenge this~ u talentless wit a laxd limp~standin as callous as a newborn phallus~ u couldn’t hit me wit a hard or wicked flow if u shoulderd mallets~wit malice~ grip ur throat wit morbid vultures talons~til ur encircld neck is circled next~(dead meat) wti ur worthless threats~mustve been confused off some blue and perple 'X'....