Da Storm vs Dod$

[trap.]

01-18-2002




Da Storm

I drop hard~indent the surface causin craters~i "detect" wackness in the area~call "private investigators"/(detective)
Who the next "in-line" like "skaters~slash the haters~Dod$ u think u "beatin" me cause u a professional "masterbater"/
Im a vet raper~tha best flava~I "fire" on "crackers" while u droppin "duds"/
I "rock" like studs~while Dod$ cant drop a "deadly sentence" like "Dohmer's judge"/
Cant stop this flood~Im rainin on him~Dod$ cant help but get harmed~grab ya arms/
Dod$ will never bring out the "best of me"~ cause you "ad-MYA"(admire) Storm/ (Mya's song best of me)
Ya tires worn~you bound for an accident~kid is timid~watch his face get indented/
Cause i pack "more heat" than a "Korey Stringer" scrimmage~im just too viscious/
Worth no admission~this a quick knockout~hit wit hard punches~but he tried hard/
But he couldnt help but get "blessed"~like "sneezing" next to "God"/
Rip u apart~wit lightning quick hits~leave you wit scars~cause u a "BIT-slow" like "knawing on retards"/
You sub-par~while i flow so well~im bout to rock his bells~u will never get a deal~watch Storm sell/
Dod$ you never had the "POWER" to "EDGE" me~cause only the "PROS" can "GEL"/(Edge power pro gel)




Dod$

Aim for ya oppositions weakness? guess ima take out ya WHOLE-spit
storm should quit like too much sports Dods makes ya soul-split (sole)
wheres ya hits? so many speech marks cats think its a shakesphere-text
ya spits perplexed got Storm vexed, Dods brakes-severe..whos-next?
aint no-test, got Storm beneath a shelter cus hes feelin under the weather!
light as a feather fuck it you aint never gonna burn me like leather
beatin me never, ya whole styles played, Storm just a brother-clone
leave ya frame blown, this wannabe vet's just another-unknown
Storm ya shit aint flow'in like cats with long lasting-constipation
I can see fustration, you a battle emcee? im blastin-ya-occupation
why ya battelin ya inspiration? commit suicide to even-come-close-to-me
Storm a tight emcee? ya kiddin yaself like belivein-in-ghosts-ya-can-see
Dods leaves burns to the third degree not much chance-of-surviving
ya thrivin to beat me, prewrites will take all night like England to france-driving
must be diving cus the truth is storms going down with played-verses
visitin hearses, fuck you! damn dods so talented he can fade-curses
go to see nurses cus ya face will be fucked from this near-death-experience
stretched multis better than none..Storm fears-my-evey-breath-Dods-clearly-wins


pz