Sypher vs Relentless Fists

Saint · 10-29-2017, 10:13 PM

Intersite Tourney vs UA in 2001

Syphological:

See me? Hardly, this is a tourney bash, we only need bacardi
But we’ll call you Senator Jeffords, the first to leave the party
Think ya tight too? & you can win? Ya must be psyched dude
I see you over at UrbanProwlers, beggin for them to like you
So I’m winning this, get fucked up, lose ya innocence
Nicknamed The Judge cause I got Shyne in my sentences
You’re finished kid, Syph’s tight, you get ripped & slammed
Threw ya own scripts back at ya, I guess the shit hit the fan
I’ll miss you man, the lamest kid yet with the played flow
Think you’ll end up OK, nah, backwards, you end up KO’d
Say though, I gave you my 12”, asked ya if my songs good
But ya took my other 12, just to ‘get off on the wrong foot’
Wanted all wood, still a fag while I stay atop the artists
‘Coming at me?’ But like false arrests I’m ‘droppin charges’
I’m wreckin ya health, saw ya lookin around, beggin for help
So ill, I say I’ll win the tourney just to get ahead of myself!
My pedigree, is champ, my service of ya even has tennis shook
Got ya records & broke them, now I’m in the Guinness book
This menace took, your life, no chance against amazin prose
& KS’s Admin says, you’re the reason registrations closed
Got tasteless flows, but since I shine I’ll be the ‘weather’ man
Unsure ‘whether’ to kick ya ass or ‘whether’ to let you stand
Raps are second hand, askin ya weak crews to share rhymes
Death is near, like the XFL you’ve lost your air time
I swear I’m, the illest yet, kill a vet & defeat this man
Now ya shook, can only watch for the Hook like Peter Pan

Sypher / Illusion

Relentless Fist:

two barbarians meet peeps can see the heat through your teeth
Sypher might look hungry, but thats cause he hasn’t eaten in weeks
boney arms dont enact-violence..this weakling aint rhyming
he must be on a ‘crash-diet’ like drinking and driving
start re-thinking your timing, I laugh at your thoughts of besting me
when I ran over your brain I must’ve jogged your memory
just keep the pace son, your half dead and I aint done
there’s many ‘forms’ of my violence, your still on page one
but we’re the same son, both like Big Ben.. no clownin around
cause you got large ‘tics’ and I’m the ‘tock’ of the town
haulting your wage, your in debt, start markin your grave
cause when my bomb drops it’ll cost an arm and a leg
1m that loud screach after hours.. the evil speech in your showers
your wife’s grave? well I’m the cat thats leavin her flowers
but lets….flashback to Prowlers.. with cats like Meph and Sime
what weren’t you there for round 2? oh thats right... nevermind
you speak shit fluently.. but aint no way that you could ruin me
your just speaking falsehoods... much like your community
better late then later, but keystyles? it’s either fakes or fakers
an offense built around a shack. but you aint the Lakers
your styles stuck in dispair, the effort shows with nothing to spare
go fly a kite.. the thought of you winning is ‘up in the air’
a monopoly, FisT clears the boards.. there aint no stopping me
Im a ‘charging Bull’ like Elton Brand on a shopping spree
dont you talk to me.. remove yourself, your a mockery
your from keystyles? funny.. cause the win’s a lock for me

10-29-2017, 10:13 PM	#1
Saint Scream Join Date: Jun 2015 Posts: 3,209 Battle Record: 63-35 Accomplishments - 50 Wins Champed - BA Picture Roast - Battle Royale Tournament - NBL Pic Roast - Netcees Battle League - NBL Season 11 - HoT Roast - BAL Roast - Tag Team Tourney - NBL Barcotic Cypher - SOL Pic Roast - BA Tag - XXXtentacion Roast - 1-2 LR Champ Rep Power: 22535865	Sypher vs Relentless Fists Intersite Tourney vs UA in 2001 Syphological: See me? Hardly, this is a tourney bash, we only need bacardi But we’ll call you Senator Jeffords, the first to leave the party Think ya tight too? & you can win? Ya must be psyched dude I see you over at UrbanProwlers, beggin for them to like you So I’m winning this, get fucked up, lose ya innocence Nicknamed The Judge cause I got Shyne in my sentences You’re finished kid, Syph’s tight, you get ripped & slammed Threw ya own scripts back at ya, I guess the shit hit the fan I’ll miss you man, the lamest kid yet with the played flow Think you’ll end up OK, nah, backwards, you end up KO’d Say though, I gave you my 12”, asked ya if my songs good But ya took my other 12, just to ‘get off on the wrong foot’ Wanted all wood, still a fag while I stay atop the artists ‘Coming at me?’ But like false arrests I’m ‘droppin charges’ I’m wreckin ya health, saw ya lookin around, beggin for help So ill, I say I’ll win the tourney just to get ahead of myself! My pedigree, is champ, my service of ya even has tennis shook Got ya records & broke them, now I’m in the Guinness book This menace took, your life, no chance against amazin prose & KS’s Admin says, you’re the reason registrations closed Got tasteless flows, but since I shine I’ll be the ‘weather’ man Unsure ‘whether’ to kick ya ass or ‘whether’ to let you stand Raps are second hand, askin ya weak crews to share rhymes Death is near, like the XFL you’ve lost your air time I swear I’m, the illest yet, kill a vet & defeat this man Now ya shook, can only watch for the Hook like Peter Pan Sypher / Illusion Relentless Fist: two barbarians meet peeps can see the heat through your teeth Sypher might look hungry, but thats cause he hasn’t eaten in weeks boney arms dont enact-violence..this weakling aint rhyming he must be on a ‘crash-diet’ like drinking and driving start re-thinking your timing, I laugh at your thoughts of besting me when I ran over your brain I must’ve jogged your memory just keep the pace son, your half dead and I aint done there’s many ‘forms’ of my violence, your still on page one but we’re the same son, both like Big Ben.. no clownin around cause you got large ‘tics’ and I’m the ‘tock’ of the town haulting your wage, your in debt, start markin your grave cause when my bomb drops it’ll cost an arm and a leg 1m that loud screach after hours.. the evil speech in your showers your wife’s grave? well I’m the cat thats leavin her flowers but lets….flashback to Prowlers.. with cats like Meph and Sime what weren’t you there for round 2? oh thats right... nevermind you speak shit fluently.. but aint no way that you could ruin me your just speaking falsehoods... much like your community better late then later, but keystyles? it’s either fakes or fakers an offense built around a shack. but you aint the Lakers your styles stuck in dispair, the effort shows with nothing to spare go fly a kite.. the thought of you winning is ‘up in the air’ a monopoly, FisT clears the boards.. there aint no stopping me Im a ‘charging Bull’ like Elton Brand on a shopping spree dont you talk to me.. remove yourself, your a mockery your from keystyles? funny.. cause the win’s a lock for me Last edited by Saint; 11-20-2017 at 10:01 PM.