Blaq Prophett vs. Thumbsdown

[God Of War]

posted on 5/30/01

thumbsdown

you mean 12 p.m.
I just got out of work




I drop hits that make ya tits drip spit/
and with a swift kick that mistifys ya bitch ass twip~/
yes I swing low, and my chariots slick/
aint got no third eye thats why we call ya Rick/ (slick rick)
Blaq Prophett's just a puppet created by Jim Henson/
thinks he's a man just because he rocks Stetson/
The bets in~/
Have you in triage caressin'/
ya sores dealt due to my lyrical weapon/
The weaponry I don is used for word blessin'/
have you givin' "Big Ups" to me
Bitch get off my erection/
I'm de~testin de~fence
you parry I rip out intestines/
and throw it in ya face
so you can taste shitty investiments/
Sentiment for your family
for your untimely death and/
I stay unsympathetic for your pathetic simpin'/
Krimpin' more styles than~ Madame C.J. Walker//
I am the stealth assasin scale the walls like Peter Parker//
I prophesy darker carve it in the rock of Gibralter//
as you sit down at my alter and scribble in magic marker//
a sparkle of terror I send make ya skin look like charcoal///
I said I swing low ~
suffocate on my dick in ya blowhole///
this show's stole///
like ~ Fred Flintstone cereal bowls///
and I'll call you Barney
cause when I'm done you'll just be rubble

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vs

Blaq Prophett


10:00 ct
But I've had emense trouble getting on the net I've been knocked out mycrew and everything ..but I'ma post anyway....

yo,yo,yo,
Your petite~rhymes make my heat~lines appear colossus./
You boring like opras...
Ya flow non-existant like I spit drain stoppers./
your lines dated like fine wine and vodka./
Thumbs ya don't want "static" with proper..
flow thats golden like the Oscars/
Why? because I'll "shock~ya."/
My sharp mind leaves you beheaded~and~baffled../
Thought ~U~ were Wyclef's hair slyelist the way ya "dreaded"~this~battle./
I'm..emit-n grime.. so heavy it crunches~ya~mind.
The only time.. you dictate is when force-n punches~to~rhyme./
I post peices ; you.... post peices of shit./
If masterpeices.. were Reses..
you wouldn't spit.. worth the black paper in wich they sit./
Pain.. is obtained as my verse bangs your brain's speech domain...
and it can't be soothed by Bayer./
I've brutally slain your lame~name and rendered ya frame~stained..
Try-n ta make ya kind rarer../
Your ashamed.. cause your female fame.. was gained.. from ya plain game...
it's free & ya still not a "Real Player"./
My acid reign.. can't he halted smash your hopes 2 contain..it while I smoke you like coal and old Trains..
Before ~U~ could start ya prayer../
2 God..Wishing the mods..would stop letting me post rhymes phatter than hogs.. that contnstantlly clog your slower~mind../
with thoughts ..of how Proph.. Whips whats beneath your lower~spine./
with every line.. I entwine.. with rhyme../
I'm..so tickled ..cause with two nickles.. & a miracle..
~U~ still couldn't comprise a dime./