Sweet 16: Exodus

[trap.]

Battle: Exodus vs Edi-Comah
Round: 1
Winner: Exodus
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Exodus

Niggaz who wanna battle/exodus ain't shit/verbal rhymes commense to
spit/aim to hit and won't miss/Edi-Comoh slash bitch/my murderous text
flex/leaves you split/shit/everytime i practice/make divised plans to
kill me/countereactive/pressure is massive/and bash kids/battle arena
savage/see the mic bastard/let me teach you how to rock one/verbal
drive-by's on your crew and i'm ridin shotgun/props done got some/beat
me/please/chances/you ain't got none/my rap tactics create static in my
cerebral attic/lethal lyrical magic/that buss at fagots who can't have
this/but want some/Ex way past drastic/it's all said and done/once the
first word was spoken/Comoh battle me/no no/now your necks broken/I
guess to beat me you was actually hopin/24/7 ass whipin/yearly/that's
why i got you open/was there any question that im' the dopest/Comoh
hopless case/after you rhyme laugh at you then spit in your
face/hip-hop needs no disgrace/catch the hint/but i meant/fake ass
nigga/after you hear this/to do collabs you probably pretend
though/accedently you run into contradictive creshindo's/your bitch ass
couldn't catch a female if she was fallin out ah window/write 64
rhymes while playin 007 on nintendo/your style is simple though/can't
fuck wit mine/that's the end yo'/i mash so/when niggaz like you try to
play the hard roll/on top of that compete/pull your file/battle you
than simply press delete/Edi see me/please nigga now retreat/I'm more
intrested in domin' you and leavin half your chest in the
street/metamorphis complete/level one rappa/turned actor/remove
fractions from your face/while i create disaster/im a whole nigga/but
my mental numbers is hard to factor/dominent alphabetical master/i use
to twist and bruise infintiles/exceptional lyrical profile/Comoh flow
equivalent to inches/mine go for miles/live in darkness/and show no
smiles/ complex designed styles/make sure my shit is tight/hit you from
basement corners to Via satellite/superhuman insight/leaves you gaspin
for breath/rhymes like mine resemble asthma/to crush your chest/wether
behind closed doors/open/or on camera/smack you like a bitch/over simple
shit/cause i can't stand ya/my rhymes provoke the questions/my actions
provide the answer/everytime i rhyme make sure to smoke you/im the
cancer/ one more thing/tell your crew they don't wanna flow too/nigga
testin me is a really off cause/goin through this rap shit easy
displayin no flaws/you lost.................................
EXODUS....please,to all bitch ass emcee's ..you don't want to see me..7


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Edi Comah

yo son, make like the Isrealites and take an Exodus
if my ass was a bridge you still couldn't step ta this
concentrate hard get off ya moms, she calls you Oedipus
when i finished with her she was so loose, could fit ya head in this
you missin shit like sentences without a predicate
what you need is a life and some lyrics but you're dead ta this
your dick be so small you creep my ass to put ya leg in this
like fucked up batteries, at both ends you be negative
so you can't hook up with opposites, strictly homo-prejudice
Comoh sedatives put you out so there's less of this
like pilgrimage your rhymes are movin west of this
you tried to flow and it came down ya legs in piss
soakin ya pants cuz ya lyrics had no text in this
so grab ya flow and some toilet paper your outlook is pessimist
next your flow goes menstruous as you squeeze and try to flex in this
you're right when you claim your flow don't stop just like excre-shit
while i got extra shit, they can't smell yours cuz i be fresh in this
even if i was weak, 10 of you bladder fulls i be pressin this
while you come thru like decadents to presidents, testin this?
i think not-literally, cuz i don't need to ponder when i'm settin this
then you ripped off ya clothes to prove ya hoe puttin sex in this
my dick-ya hopin for wettin this, then i gasped incredulous
i'm lookin at some needlenosed dick but he got breasts and tits
damn what am i deelin wit? not an emcee but a victim of geneticist
comin out the open like a Methodist, steppin out of closets as you exit
this
but fuck it, get ya hand offa ya dick like ya sending out messages
quit molestin it, and son the mic does not belong in your crevices
like dogs Exodus is pawin at the air when i rhyme to be fetchin this
but catchin this like bombs when i drop shit on traitors who Benedicts
Exodus, male or female if we could figure out then there'd be men in
this
instead it's Edi facin some laboratory guinea pig who's persuasion is
indefinite
i'm smellin death in this, cuz for you it'd be a benefit
you ain't been a shit, if you had then i simply wipe your end of this
and for Exodus, any friend of his must lend him piss
cuz damn son you flow on so much it's like the flood in Genesis
fuck ya diaper, son you need that shit ripped out so you can bend and
shit
by now you've figured out what flow means--that it isn't bowel Exodus
and the mic ain't meant to pleasure tits, does it look like one of your
appendages
like i said pull it out ya crevices, when i leave i'm killin all your
relatives
damn, that's somethin new...for me anyway...hope it ain't too nasty.
pEACedi