ATR: A.bove T.hese R.apists -all day maine!!! (collab diss)

Geno · 05-29-2013, 07:55 PM

Vulgar..
Yo, it appears weaklings have voices when the end of text hovers
You’ll get bodied in a large way, my twin glocks are Metts Brothers
Hip hop’s a dead number, but I’m not sweatin the decline
Cause gridlocked in vet cupboards, is its own conception in a shrine
I was blessed within a time, when up & comers had a paladin’s crest
A system of honor, a callous with breadth, a proving ground, challengers trekked
Who now crash and burned, Challenger’s ledge, ask in turn, it matters what’s left:
Ancient wisdoms at least a decade older than the pubic hair on Malachi’s head
I was born with a matrix-bent spoon that was dispatched in ghastly light
You were born with a silver spoon that Lama pawned before he sold out the site
How the fuck did I used to be Swansberg…but you’re the one trolling us all.
We’re golems with gall, you just hold a goal to tl;dr warfare as we know it…
Cause we’re the catapults when you’re the ones composing the walls
You’re swollen and frail, we’re Chyeahhh approved. Us fearin you?
We’ll slice your skulls like an Onion for bordering on the satirical
Geno’ll stab you in the throats & shit for babbling atrociousness
Could never get the fuckin’ hang of it…so the Gallows are appropriate

Objective..
Back off; I scalp kittens, ya'll soft & if this was the simpsons;
you made a crew of Ralph's and wonder why nobody listens.
Who cares 'bout kings if they're happy with bronze?
You can't battle our shit with an army of pawns.
We're pros, you're steadily defending the definition of cons,
You can't stomach your position if you're battling krohns.
You're wack as shit, so people talkin' crap aint odd,
And I'll drive over his crew 'till it's part of the paintjob.
Everyone got freedom writes but ya'll abuse it,
blind atheists praise God for you not doing music.
I make way for psychos to any pretend game,
I'm the opposite of Veritas the way I end sane.
Ya'll preachin' shit we reject, emo's aint reachin' perfection,
dead at your own game; but that's just a natural selection.

Geno..
Ok you natural bitch -so maybe hiphop really just isn't your move
Oughta play a saxaphone tho, the way you PM'ing gen singing the blues
Rediculous move, but fuck it -he's gone, even knuck can't stand fagots
So watch endsane buy a first class ticket, nd jump on his banned wagon
My clans had it, and I gives a fuck if u think ur better than me dood
Ur Nomads best, only cuz sik left with the rest of the inteligent people
Your way to fucking delicate, feeble, and those are unfortunate facts
Crew so down and out, that ur only feedback was your chorus is wack
Need to work on your tracks fore you fuck with this teams high..
Ur the shit tho, that's y creed gave barnes n noble customers pinkeye

05-29-2013, 07:55 PM	#1
Geno White Earl Join Date: Jan 2013 Location: Philly Cat. Posts: 12,354 Battle Record: 10-15 Accomplishments - Open Mic HOF (4x) Champed - Netcees Writers League - Write Week I - Write Week 8 Rep Power: 50036761	ATR: A.bove T.hese R.apists -all day maine!!! (collab diss) Vulgar.. Yo, it appears weaklings have voices when the end of text hovers You’ll get bodied in a large way, my twin glocks are Metts Brothers Hip hop’s a dead number, but I’m not sweatin the decline Cause gridlocked in vet cupboards, is its own conception in a shrine I was blessed within a time, when up & comers had a paladin’s crest A system of honor, a callous with breadth, a proving ground, challengers trekked Who now crash and burned, Challenger’s ledge, ask in turn, it matters what’s left: Ancient wisdoms at least a decade older than the pubic hair on Malachi’s head I was born with a matrix-bent spoon that was dispatched in ghastly light You were born with a silver spoon that Lama pawned before he sold out the site How the fuck did I used to be Swansberg…but you’re the one trolling us all. We’re golems with gall, you just hold a goal to tl;dr warfare as we know it… Cause we’re the catapults when you’re the ones composing the walls You’re swollen and frail, we’re Chyeahhh approved. Us fearin you? We’ll slice your skulls like an Onion for bordering on the satirical Geno’ll stab you in the throats & shit for babbling atrociousness Could never get the fuckin’ hang of it…so the Gallows are appropriate Objective.. Back off; I scalp kittens, ya'll soft & if this was the simpsons; you made a crew of Ralph's and wonder why nobody listens. Who cares 'bout kings if they're happy with bronze? You can't battle our shit with an army of pawns. We're pros, you're steadily defending the definition of cons, You can't stomach your position if you're battling krohns. You're wack as shit, so people talkin' crap aint odd, And I'll drive over his crew 'till it's part of the paintjob. Everyone got freedom writes but ya'll abuse it, blind atheists praise God for you not doing music. I make way for psychos to any pretend game, I'm the opposite of Veritas the way I end sane. Ya'll preachin' shit we reject, emo's aint reachin' perfection, dead at your own game; but that's just a natural selection. Geno.. Ok you natural bitch -so maybe hiphop really just isn't your move Oughta play a saxaphone tho, the way you PM'ing gen singing the blues Rediculous move, but fuck it -he's gone, even knuck can't stand fagots So watch endsane buy a first class ticket, nd jump on his banned wagon My clans had it, and I gives a fuck if u think ur better than me dood Ur Nomads best, only cuz sik left with the rest of the inteligent people Your way to fucking delicate, feeble, and those are unfortunate facts Crew so down and out, that ur only feedback was your chorus is wack Need to work on your tracks fore you fuck with this teams high.. Ur the shit tho, that's y creed gave barnes n noble customers pinkeye __________________ *-A.bove T.he R.est*