Knowl O'Brian vs Da Storm

[trap.]

01-19-2002

Knowledge verse

I'm battling a busted nut, orgasmic competition, Knowl smashin on these bitches/
Put a spray can to your dome and write fuck, like pornographic composition/
Grab his pot to piss in, bash his momma wit it, the force of my massive rhyme affliction/
I gave birth to you nigga, when me and ya moms was conceiving, we gave a new meaning to, Da Storm is Coming, Please Believe it/
Ya brother scripts---bitch left bleeding and barely breathing, the reason is treason trying to battle Knowledge’s deep verse/
To be honest I beat jerks, till they teeth hurt, leave you beneath dirt, my venom is ominous and pre-served, I plow brains digging deep into domes like neurologist research/
My morbid offerings so violent my style’s caught more bids than auctions, got biblical men warning with cautions/
Cause even they know heads are more than off with, when Knowledge torches the spot with illmagic punches like a sourcerous boxing/
My verbals release pressure, pissin out diseased nector/
Mr. Storm beggin for that oh so sweet stretcher, maybe next time he'll compete better/
I swing elite lectures, my heat exceeds measures, booed by the crowd, every vote against the storm eats away at him like hanibal e-lectors/


Da Storms verse

Here we go

This clown aint droppin Knowledge~not intelligent his style is played~fuck wit he say/
If he sick~I got the antidote~was possessed wit tha power to Roll-Aids~you better pray/
Baby thug~this kid come equipped wit diapers and a rattle~you wanna battle/
Im gon reach down ya throat and take a bite of ya "adam's apple"~ya dreams are shattered/
No one is Phat-er~i get blisters from the mic~i'll dismantle ya half spits~outcome is drastic/
You shouldn't take "death lightly"~like "obese" people in caskets~ya wack bitch/
Ya not on my level im way past sick~and like lazy "tennis players" you forgot to bring tha "racket"/
Like "nervous snipers" all his shots missed~wouldn't have "tight spits"~if i closed his mouth wit "vice grips"/
Is this a diss~nah im exposin this clown~thought this was a wack newbie he's facin/
Till i blaze the "spot" that he rest at like sleepin wit "dalmations"~i shake men/
Like natural disasters~disable half his kin~cause he stand out less than "beauty marks" on "Africans"/
And i deliver "harder blows" than "slutty mailwomen"~wack rap should be sin/

FinaL WordS

Verbal weaponry~known to smash this hater~while knowl "Bussin" more "BLANKS" than "Tae-Bo" assasinators/
Im way over you player~throwin lightning rods leavin ya ass struck~now u "short" of "breath" like a "midget" wit "asthma"/


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