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Jack Napier vs J-Roc
The Verbal Vortex - Jan 22nd 2000
Jack Napier- Step up J-Roc and watch you Jaw Lock as I Jack Rookie Orators Constantly(J-ROC) on their own block as I rock non stop making each member of your crew drop telling ya to avoid water down hip hop as I blow up you spot battles fought and won under the sun by nightfall, another emcees done run when you hear vocals of Napier as I smash you bi-focals leaving staggered when judges count the vote totals a blow out as I rout another emcee in a lyrical bout step up like a warrior and get knocked out loss of clout for your flows resemble a drout broken and dry with no movement as the crowd is still while I hold lyrical steel, I put ya to sleep like NyQuil ya get ya fill, as I Drill more Regiments than Paris island Sergeants stand on block and witness the bombardment reckless as I make you sport a twine necklass and make you bungie jump for trying to bring funk with an emcee similiar to Prf. Clumb phat to exact as mic and my mind make contact refract lenses of vision and you still couldn't see Jack wack vocalist fall victim to vicious lyricist taking it serious as I bomb you chin, don't feel delirious hear this so you can fear this off line in your real world you mental is still mine comtemplating on the terror of my rhyme J-Roc eliminating before his own time, laid to rest by one of the Best lyrical hot ones melted you vest to penetrate you chest exposed heart connects with a poisonous dart making you dome like the Red Sea, prepare to part. Jack Napier- The Syndicate Corporate Cilla ICU J-Roc- hat first one was a fuck up, anyway-------- I get up in that ass quick fast with a verbal blast Hit the stash-don't rhyme a check that ass can't cash Slash--your soul's on ice like rass kass Fuck internet-meet me on the ave-I'll curb that trash We take stands-box in hand-me and my fam You came at me--but your best man's hollerin DAMN Cause he heard that shit I just said-had his neck red From the steady flow from his ears-throbs his head Your next--the NAPPIER the better-flood your sweater As you get your shit pushed back in letters-get redder From embarassment--I'm gunnin dope like heroin Like the mobb you shook as fuck as you starin in My eyes-visualize your death, your last breath You gave your best, lyrics hit your chest, eternal rest I'm callin the bluff-I said you didn't weigh enough So rough, so tough--come with fluff and get scuffed Like leathers--I'm hittin fifties while you huff The aromatic vapors of my sublime rhyme You eat swine while I'm on time with verbal crimes While you think mines is lockin-I'm tappin your jaw I'm shinin without flaws-who wanna battle-draw straws None of your crew wants a suicide mission Freestyle expidition,dome hittin, rhymes never bitten Needin oven mittens for the hot shit I'm spittin Rockin hats like I'm fishin-go out this way-it's fittin Like Nas it was written-endless flows you gettin Receivin-callin retreat-y'all cats is fleein Tryin to be what I'm bein-the illest in MCin Soon you'll be in my camp-crew screamin treason My rhymes are head-squeezin, fatal mental diseasin Lyrics addicting like crack-while you slack I blow your back-hit the road JACK Jack Napier- You chances are slim as- Mike Tyson getting into college the US goverment release true knowledge a Puff Daddy concert on the West you surving the battle with a lyrical vest Larry Holmes pushing Jenny Craig Al Bundy being happy with Peg A gansta rapper who is a real gun clapper Giving normal names to children by Frank Zapper. Now that you know you have no chance.... Breaking off competitors as they step in my sector eating emcees you alive, hence the name MC Lector Like Brotha Lynch welcome to your own death more tragic than Magic starring in Macbeth Did you forget that I break pricks who come with wack shit death explicit like C-Bo its murder he writ lyrical 187 as I vocal cords a murdered on rap boards claiming you naming emcees you gaming but you take it up the ass like Traci Lords in hoards you lack for Napier only to find destruction all the phatness couldn't be took out by lyposuction reduction of emcees like as I hypnotize your own crew with but a few Jamming Recitals Oblivously Cutting(JROC) you to pieces when I releases blowing you to feces every man on your team is scattering like reeses. Jack Napier- The Syndicate Corporate Cilla ICU J-Roc- You say you're Jack Napier but you really Jack Inoff Your shit's mad soft I leave you lost like Jimmy Hoff(a) Stop with your lyrical masturbation, J-roc chasin No idea of what you're facin, me and my whole nation Tracin my tracks to try and rhyme like me,be like me J-R-O-C, splittin Big Willies like blunts from Philly Really, the reality of it is you're a lyrical fatality You knew from jump, but insisted to battle me I rattle the MC who wanna press up, open chests up Light the sess up and I get wild--don't press up Or leave yourself open for the fatal temple shot Blew up your spot, rhymes exploded your knot Cabbage, tear into your lyrical meat like a savage You asked for the fly shit--go ahead, you can have it I hand my shit to wack cats like club party flyers Can withstand rhyme arsonists with verbal fires Sire is what the rap game calls me, nothin but royalty Hot waters can't boil me, can't follow through to foil me Spoil me, all your boys is yellin "look what son wrote!" Your a verbal corpse, I'm in a cloud of lyric gunsmoke Jack Napier- Last and final round that I pound Jerking Revolting Orators Constantly(J-ROC) to the ground surround you dome with words amplified by chrome I'm prone to dethrone emcees that claim that their skills are honed and Shapre but I come Sterling because I get the crowd Mile High welcome to the Stadium, where's ya boys, my crew laid em out, streched as if they were elastic, c-4 to your door, plastic explosives corrisive to rhymes put next to mine by design with volitile tactics automatics rain free, too little carcass for an autopsy prey to God that the referee stops me the bout, not in doubt, J-Roc got knocked out broadcast blocked out of your hood, in the post-fight, intereview, I say its all good then you wake up for your nightmare realised that it was a dream that you battled Jack Napier. Good battle main, who is your crew. Jack Napier- The Syndicate Corporate Cilla ICU J-Roc- You knew to beware of the fearsome 16-year-old Like your moms when you was bad-a lyrical scold Writin rhymes to battle me is a move type bold Heavy rhymes make you fold, head gets holed From all the hot lyric shots, hittin up your block Rap gun forever cocked, kids keep me in stock I thought you knew what time it is-check the clock Got you on lock--another victim of the illest, J-Roc Loose lips sink ships, son I advise you don't slip My razor shit makes your face rip, blazin from the hip My rhyme bumps be makin your lyric CD skip Jumpin ship as soon as you hear science from my lip You call your self Jack Napier--call me Jack Frost My frozen, barren rhymes leave your mentals tossed With me rippin you like I do, the whole point was lost Gonna defeat you Jack Napier-at any or all costs I bring mic wreck, leavin rookie lyricists vexed My rhymes are a hex, cursin the verbal vortex Round 3, Jack please enjoy your last breath Cause your scattered rhyme parts is all that's left Nice battle, you got some dope shits. Anyway, you gets respect from me. Collab? Maybe?
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