Ballistic vs Ntropy

trap. · 01-28-2013, 07:51 PM

05-14-2002

ntropy (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=12872)

okay okay...step up!

you won't get far cuz i've got radar for ya missles
i don't even need to rap i'll whistle "crazy-phat" "sadistic-gristle"
so here comes the mystic, fizzle nonsense with logistics
i'm linguistic an the fact i'll win this battle is intrinsic
you'll be ****** prick included with~in my "bull~list" - tic
tock, i break ya stock like the seconds break down time, so
how can you defeat me if i live within your mind? i'm
steadily dismantlein ya missles like a peace treaty
yes indeedy bombin all ya words like they was bad graffiti
leading whores to water but you still refuse to drink
so i pull out all the stops an drown ya in tha kitchen sink, ink
splatters in ya face the way i'm bustin all my lyrics, dear its
near "intoxicating" when i'm feedin off ya "spirits"
fear is now inside ya cranium, destroys ya like "uranium"
when placed inside a warhead, you are NOW a true "hard-core" head

dead!

Ballistic (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=4288)

Heat emmitted from solar spits/ detremental to ya 'Mental health'.. lyrics leave you in skitz fits//
With minimal hits i leave Ntropy with ass kicked/ So hard he need a colonoscapy to recover what he mixed//
With no known fix Nropy left lyin fried/ with "the same lazy line" ~ he leaves his verse "re-tired"//
Even if you 'higherd" a writer you couldnt "top" my standard/ my words echo thru time like "the eagle has landed"/ Where your flow couldn't be "smooth" if ya had it professionally "sanded"//
If i wrote nothin but the truth you'd still be left beaten/ your verse is full of shit ~ like ya bowl 12 hours after you've eaten//
your lyrics aint worth excreting my ass spits more potent Flows/ ya verse aint even "pretty" when you "rap" it with a "bow"//
I could be half "eskimo" and still spit "hot" rhyms/ versing faggots like you with punches as consistent as wind chimes//
Your words should be a crime ~ me? i spit by the book/ Gospel lyricals conjuring myricle's ~ i could return ya life i just took//
But dont take a 2nd look ~ madusa like eyes Turn ya Body to Stone/ Prone to disaster ~ i merely whisper yet shatter your bones/ Leave you lyin "in red" like one million dollar lones//

~Ballistic~

01-28-2013, 07:51 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Ballistic vs Ntropy 05-14-2002 ntropy (http://www.****.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=12872) okay okay...step up! you won't get far cuz i've got radar for ya missles i don't even need to rap i'll whistle "crazy-phat" "sadistic-gristle" so here comes the mystic, fizzle nonsense with logistics i'm linguistic an the fact i'll win this battle is intrinsic you'll be ** prick included with~in my "bull~list" - tic tock, i break ya stock like the seconds break down time, so how can you defeat me if i live within your mind? i'm steadily dismantlein ya missles like a peace treaty yes indeedy bombin all ya words like they was bad graffiti leading whores to water but you still refuse to drink so i pull out all the stops an drown ya in tha kitchen sink, ink splatters in ya face the way i'm bustin all my lyrics, dear its near "intoxicating" when i'm feedin off ya "spirits" fear is now inside ya cranium, destroys ya like "uranium" when placed inside a warhead, you are NOW a true "hard-core" head dead! Ballistic (http://www.****.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=4288) Heat emmitted from solar spits/ detremental to ya 'Mental health'.. lyrics leave you in skitz fits// With minimal hits i leave Ntropy with ass kicked/ So hard he need a colonoscapy to recover what he mixed// With no known fix Nropy left lyin fried/ with "the same lazy line" ~ he leaves his verse "re-tired"// Even if you 'higherd" a writer you couldnt "top" my standard/ my words echo thru time like "the eagle has landed"/ Where your flow couldn't be "smooth" if ya had it professionally "sanded"// If i wrote nothin but the truth you'd still be left beaten/ your verse is full of shit ~ like ya bowl 12 hours after you've eaten// your lyrics aint worth excreting my ass spits more potent Flows/ ya verse aint even "pretty" when you "rap" it with a "bow"// I could be half "eskimo" and still spit "hot" rhyms/ versing faggots like you with punches as consistent as wind chimes// Your words should be a crime ~ me? i spit by the book/ Gospel lyricals conjuring myricle's ~ i could return ya life i just took// But dont take a 2nd look ~ madusa like eyes Turn ya Body to Stone/ Prone to disaster ~ i merely whisper yet shatter your bones/ Leave you lyin "in red" like one million dollar lones// ~Ballistic~