Converse/Enigma vs SOD/Soul Strike

Saint · 11-29-2017, 01:43 AM

Yet Originally posted on Mr Blunts (2001-02)

oooooooooooold battle.......his personals were directed towards my avatar of my baby pic (think of Nas's 1st album cover to get the effect), pretty dope.

Con aka eN?GMa:

Ya statures all nervous while my quaking is incredible...
with black holes verses, there's no Escaping the inevitable...
Gracing the pedestal, Battling Pex you're timing's shallow...
Plus you scared pale, the first cat with an Albino Shadow...
I dine on hollow shards of bone, you'll be starring abroad...
getting ya name in the Book of Life after a Spar with the god...
When my raps deploy, feel the wrath of a maddened voice...
& be docile like trained dogs when I throw words at-a-boy....
Blasting fast, this hapless fag changed names & back real fast...
From SOD, that true alias meant that your ass was 'grass'...
Bashin tracks, my words part flesh when mocking bullets...
and I commit beastiality by raping you to 'stop the bullshit'...
I'm Making a pound, the only attempts you taking in bouts...
is Below the belt so have boxing gloves made for ya mouth...
You not making it out with a body stiffened I dare tell...
that you save goodbyes, you too crippled to 'Fair well'....
I spare L's to vets, fist the facts, it's hard to swallow...
that I'm Lightyears ahead, makin me an act hard 'to follow'...
Darkness wallows in Death, I'm simply ceasin your reign...
& Got ya cryin behind windows, plus Screaming 'in Pane'...
Supreme Champ last year but I've seen nothing since...
Now as an oceanside carcass you 'sea' what ya up against....
In fleshy piles, die gracefully with blood reddened smile...
You a child & 'I hate fucking kids' like reluctant pedophiles...
My methods wild, Shads getting United States christened...
A virgin & like London bomb strikes, I break a Great Brit-In...
If you Seeking to test you'll wind up teasing with Death...
With me greetin ya chest but my fists only meat 'In the flesh'...
Beating this pest, ya glad i honored your myriad plees...
but ya chance is like sarcasm, 'You can't take me, Seriously'.....
You can't spit frees and you wont be shit if you box...
I swing swords back to ya grill & have ya 'lickin ya chops'...
Spilling ya top, every rap you sink deeper in desperate crap...
Ya mind ran circles around comp but now ya 'memory Laps'....
Let's stick to facts, your body's Rubix, I stay twistin ya back...
& treat ya spine as cocaine habits & stay addicted to 'crack'...
Your spirit attracts maggots, cooperate & let ya shell decay...
It's over, so stop Asking Lucifer for loans on Hell to Pay............

VS

S.O.D.:

If that's your picture, then I guess your a rare find
It seems your skill's fallen as far back as your hairline
I'll take a pencil to your dome, and I can hardly miss
Your forehead has enough space to write 40 bars on it
I laughed at your birth, but what did you fucking expect?
Your head was so heavy the doctor reconstructed your neck
You claim your a star, but you'll find in this thread
Your actually nothing, there's more 'shine on your head'
I'm the sickest for quotes, dont start bitching for votes
We all know your Arnold from Different Strokes
I'm hitting this joke, actually i'm shutting him out...
Look at his cheeks, he already got my nuts in his mouth
I'm crushing his clout, i'm not afraid of this patient
He looks like James Brown crossed with the alien nation
Your forever running ya mouth and popping some shit
But do like your trousers and put a 'sock in the bitch'
This imposter is split, but don't expect me to help..
eN?GMa ...i'm the real reason you 'question yourself'
Victory's fell from your grasp, and it's sickening man
Your dicks the only thing that doesn't slip from ya hands
I'm ripping your plans and beating you bitch
Your only the tourney champ cos I wasn't competing in it
Your breathing aint right, I don't believe that ya tight
You asked for a battle when you knew I was leaving the site
Sorry I've taken so long, I let you search for a style
But I waited 9 months for your girl to give birth to my child
Let's ConVerse for a while, I was sent to explain...
How your rhinosaurus head only holds 2% brain
Your one ugly bastard, you look morbid as sin...
The real life fucking gollum from Lord of the Rings
Your not good enough, you end up dead when you front
Well ..your dope, but i'm the legend of Blunts...

Peace.

11-29-2017, 01:43 AM	#1
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