Mahatma vs Da Last Profeit

trap. · 01-28-2013, 04:10 PM

03-21-2002

Da Last Profeit ~

Like a fatherless generation ya lyics come confused with on direction
how dare you step to me with out your crew and no protection
leave chest in the spot where ya back soppose to be, diggin in your pockets take ya rapps, ya Stones(crack rocks) ya weed,
double borrow buzzuka keep's mcee backed up off of me
i know is fantastic to see how i rapp it, mahatma reach ya arm up here for the mic again and i'll snap it,
break it off, beat you across ya head with it, you need to leave this rapp game alone and stick to ya academics, with an ax's i'm rippin ya intestines out, cleaning i'm like chitlins and stuffin in ya fuck in mouth, hogg tie you with one of my lines and throw you on the couch, extract ya spine, and crushh it with my feet useing all kinds of unsusal tourter techniques, like letting acid leak from out of a hyperdermic needle, onto your chest, from a 100 feet, i speak cruses, surgically inplant a bomb on your heart on an off beat it burstes,
praise the lord when i see all ya love disbursin

Mahatma ~

With 'two punches' I 'break ya spine in half' 'double popping' ya kind heart apart!'
Fluke? I garrenty I re-design ya partz soo deep marks let us see inside for lawfs!
I speak as I've been taught, fuck how you do, who are you the queen ov england?
Given you dream ov britain 'n' my speed & wisdom but why ya remain with weak deliverance?
On DSL you 'masterbate ta hip-hop television', me... I 'beat the system'... at least TRY & fight right.
A 'hard drive' leaves ya 'iris spiked', 'white eyed' only ya didn't quite view tha fright sight
DLP I'll make you eat ya ''book of life'', choke you & wave bye bye as ya drift inta peace
Like 'wet dreams' I make ya 'stiff in ya sleep', you better than me, yeah! at stepping in beef!
I'm 'microsoft' - 'precise with ease' 'running' rhymes at exeptional speed. PUNCH ONCE!!!!
Let me remove ya lungs 'n' start lunch as dart infront slicing out arturie chunkz!
Each non-verbal lunge causes verbs to vertically plunge up into ventrical emptied holes
A penatration to standing ovassion showing resent with moanz soul bent 'n' broke!
Who knowz the length you'd go to get fucked, SLUT!
Man, Mahatma'z 'Da Last Profiet' 'cause I'm 'spent up'

01-28-2013, 04:10 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Mahatma vs Da Last Profeit 03-21-2002 Da Last Profeit ~ Like a fatherless generation ya lyics come confused with on direction how dare you step to me with out your crew and no protection leave chest in the spot where ya back soppose to be, diggin in your pockets take ya rapps, ya Stones(crack rocks) ya weed, double borrow buzzuka keep's mcee backed up off of me i know is fantastic to see how i rapp it, mahatma reach ya arm up here for the mic again and i'll snap it, break it off, beat you across ya head with it, you need to leave this rapp game alone and stick to ya academics, with an ax's i'm rippin ya intestines out, cleaning i'm like chitlins and stuffin in ya fuck in mouth, hogg tie you with one of my lines and throw you on the couch, extract ya spine, and crushh it with my feet useing all kinds of unsusal tourter techniques, like letting acid leak from out of a hyperdermic needle, onto your chest, from a 100 feet, i speak cruses, surgically inplant a bomb on your heart on an off beat it burstes, praise the lord when i see all ya love disbursin Mahatma ~ With 'two punches' I 'break ya spine in half' 'double popping' ya kind heart apart!' Fluke? I garrenty I re-design ya partz soo deep marks let us see inside for lawfs! I speak as I've been taught, fuck how you do, who are you the queen ov england? Given you dream ov britain 'n' my speed & wisdom but why ya remain with weak deliverance? On DSL you 'masterbate ta hip-hop television', me... I 'beat the system'... at least TRY & fight right. A 'hard drive' leaves ya 'iris spiked', 'white eyed' only ya didn't quite view tha fright sight DLP I'll make you eat ya ''book of life'', choke you & wave bye bye as ya drift inta peace Like 'wet dreams' I make ya 'stiff in ya sleep', you better than me, yeah! at stepping in beef! I'm 'microsoft' - 'precise with ease' 'running' rhymes at exeptional speed. PUNCH ONCE!!!! Let me remove ya lungs 'n' start lunch as dart infront slicing out arturie chunkz! Each non-verbal lunge causes verbs to vertically plunge up into ventrical emptied holes A penatration to standing ovassion showing resent with moanz soul bent 'n' broke! Who knowz the length you'd go to get fucked, SLUT! Man, Mahatma'z 'Da Last Profiet' 'cause I'm 'spent up'