02-03-2013, 04:33 PM | #1 |
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Join Date: Aug 1997
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Battle Record: 4-3
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Adonis
Name: Adonis, Eyeaxe, Ajax
Crews:7 Deadly Sinz, Plaguez Of Impact Where: Bay Area, California Repped: UPN, UA, Keystyles vs Jay Krupp You’ve the heart of a lion, n that’s worth fightin for But with the face of a horse, and the brain of a dinosaur I admire your courage, your attempt at eloquence But showing up was your only insult to my intelligence Drawin me in the first rd?, drinkin acid is safer Cuz the method to my madness is Socratic in nature Got my niche from Nietszche, but these days spit for evil Your clichés torture the crowd, but they aint on pins n needles I see ya smoked out, then tried to fuck with me Too bad youre not nearly as good as ya cracked up to be See…Im the true saint, out to leave ya crew shanked Theres room for one jay here, hes a #1 seed…’n you aint So move straight to the exit or limbs I’ll badly scar You dropped twenty in a roe, and not as a tip for caviar The knicks been callin hard, go as soon as yall ready Cant stand the heat in march….van gundy likes you already Try duckin the danger, its just a disclaimer Once bitten’s twice shy, im a thousand times shy…plus a remainder I was up in the manger, Axe is always caring with respect Gracing you with my presence, a hail mary for your death And if happiness is a warm gun, this lord was, blessed with the force of… The bliss of ignorance morphed to a war scud Im god sent attrition for mens dangerous tones Scent down from heaven on the wings of an archangels cologne Blazing the clones, still exhibiting excellent charm Tossin more haymakers than really drunk rednecks in barns Furbishing havoc, im hurtin with merciless tactics A higher seed than the most elevated sperm of an addict I defy ya position to define what im missin Youre a stable boy that works with horses, and Im just consistent To hear you’ll stop spittin, no matter what the fuck for Is a bigger relief than Abe’s face, carved into Rushmore You barely make sense, dents have ya brain softening Im goliath, youre david without the rock to sling The softest thing ive ever seen… n the poorest disgrace When I get ooh’s n aah’s by cummin hard in dorothy’s face Feel the force when I rush through, like the torque if a gun blew Head n Shoulders?...naw, Im a full torso above you When you come to, and see all your comments are a fable You’ll just see me with the knife n napkin at the operating table vs Exodus and L.O.R.D. Ooh…2 on 1, that makes the odds even or so Im here to clean up your acts with a complete sweep of the votes Bein the host, servin clowns fast til the last laugh The only thumbs up you’ll get will be in pairs of handcasts You’re prob surprising yourselves, so hyped for war Too bad its only cuz ya rhyming like ya never rhymed before Ex n lords is my profession, ya both have shown the fear That’s got ya checkin forecasts…prayin the coast is clear Ya both r queer, but here’s why LORD’s the worst Wont step near the board when Im around, has KBI post his verse Ya losin ya lives, Im way beyond bruising in fights Only got ryders to get you two re-moved from my site Ya foolishly write disses, when ya shit’s overrated Got me glad that the short end of the stick is serrated So…to hell with ya efforts The only advantage home field gives ya two is more heads to help with the stretchers Wack pawns, after my run, you’ll be extinct, past gone The children counted out…without fingers to add on Youll turn gay after me, and start servin since When Im thru with you…ya both’ll be checkin out the tournament First offense…denial…then ya went and tested my force I disrespect…you diss respect cuz you’ve never gotten any before Allright fellas…the jokes over When I de-spine your skulls, you’ll each need to cry on your own shoulder When I drop corps, theres no need for encores Cuz you’re hittin the road head on doesn’t mean you’re on tour Two more open targets, and I got my scope sharpened Only live in the studio with discounts for homeless artists Im movin to first with a passion, reversin ya actions Til ya just two sore losers buzzin nurses in traction…………. vs Jayk Man, ya flow’s below sad Since I know ya want my trophy so bad, you can taste it…Ill jam it til it pokes out ya ass I hear in boston, cats be on some bravery shit Cuz the only people running from jake…are the chicks So, basically, this is a joke, im not givin in ta mercy I no the deal like FDR opposition in the thirties Why ya talking shit in the first place?, talks petty Plus, ya gotta beat a couple cats I laugh at just to get in the top twenty When I drop with the dread, its off with ya head Kid grew up neva playin doctor…he’d rather play possum instead Ya musta saved up lotsa lines But im looking to get ahead in the world, and on my block its choppin time Im the type to bring a blunt axe to a grudge match & add to my air of victory with breath snatched from ya lung sack Its like ya on my regal tip The way ya fiendin for the balm like melanoma patients on walkin field trips How ya gonna try to test the nicest Talk shit, i go postal like heads fed up with fed ex's prices Sorry kid, ya thoughts aint near scholar Your ugly, and ya got more nervous tics than dogs with flea collars Your girl Marvel-ed at my prowess, I had that hoe droppin I took her by Storm, with Jean Grey and Rogue watchin So, get lost, just another chump with a mission Your shit gets pulled from the trunk quicker than rae carruth under suspicion… vs Sypher I blaze while ya stammer, shakin, a layman in tatters Strikin fear into your heart with a wooden stake and a hammer This aint a normal cat you’re facin,…rack ya brain and …ya’ll still be wacker than me by every stretch of your imagination From 0 to infiniti, im viciously stuntin your schemin’ To punish ya dream’s malfeasance…for any number of reasons Tell me, do you have some sort of formatting set on your verses where It manages to turn each of em into a perfect square? Cuz the scheme dictates the sounds that you choose Against the swordswinging chemist makin red blood….outta the blue Give me three words…and a set up that rhymes with it…not set for spittin …and I’ll give you every single Sypher couplet ever written……………… Feel ya face hurt, wins based on balls…I’ll more than take first When I swing for the fences, like Tom Sawyer after a long days work It’s a fact, I hate skirts, pussies who test the holy Too bad for me jayks soft…this tournament aint ‘members’ only When striking a chord…spinals floored, this fight’s rife for the gore I don’t need to be a sleuth to de-sypher this board And that whore that you love…ya know she likes what I write She even gave me a season pass to the ride of my life I got this problem with prepositions, it explains why ya routed Victory is mine…and there’s no if’s, and’s or but’s about it When the nurses ask for a reason, I’ll respond with roman lore To translate ya medical state…the IV is spoken 4 This the end of your hopeless tour, a good race was a waste When ya get to the finals without the strength to break thru the tape This worthless beginner, cant withstand my burgeonin vigor Diggin thru crates…that’s just the nightly search for your dinner As for your neck, brain ‘n’ spine, its cessation time When I knock you up side your head, and impregnate your mind vs JLC Your crew's countin on you...but you're about to get chewed I’ve been eating you daily, practicing moves on my alphabet soup You're talented dude, but to attack the very best, with an imaginary rep You'll need a lot more than a half assed vocabulary test Rare words can scare herbs, but let me explain clear Try your "dictionary term, stretched punch, insert famous name here_________" Against me, I'll feign fear, draw you near, reach'n'throw repeated blows At your dome, so fast it looks like I’m trying to polish your teeth'n'nose My advice, ya might try to disguise your demise to compete with me We could go line for line like your style of replies, you'll get beat with each Your premonition was dumb, redesign, you cant rip the magnificent one Just stand back and appreciate your guest appearance in my victory run A single flip of my tongue, and I scar eyes right thru your hard drive Nelson Mandela-you, dent thru your skull, then rip apart hide With fists of carbide, shards fly, I came to kick ass One quick lash and you couldn't save face with skin grafts This is a mismatch, in fact, your inabilities are silly That's why halfway thru you change styles, and try to use your looks to kill me Sorry J, but you base your punches on headlines, that's wack I gotta say And me...I wont even go near Pop on Father's Day You oughta pray I’m being nice, I rarely spar with retards If life is a play, this act is an astronomers death rite, JLC stars Slayin weak bars of false contenders, my scepter's unfettered See...anything you can do...I can do better...with less effort I know you're pissed, I understand, such high hopes dashed in seconds But next time, replace your predictions with practice sessions |
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