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Let the rhymes decide whos the winner this time, i ask the listeners to vote for me, dont hate!
Situations turning dire Pro is graspng for his mic
Behold, pro", doesnt wana die but was asking for this fight
Like Tactics in the night, i infiltate the debate forum,
Why's he bring pastic knives to gun fights, this kid is brain retarded,
I didnt need 3 days, i bring your temple down in seconds,
Only needing wordplay to disassemble all your weapons,
And my methods is a lesson, Cuz Pro's dyslexic,
Sh!t this rappin's no profession, but it surely is a blessing,
Been while since i put a peon in his place
But i still got the skills to make em disappear without a trace
Caps get peeled like i carry .38s
Pro is running late n Wont show up for round 2 of this debate...nikka
hollering sloppy disjointed speech.
You can't spell, and your rhyming is weak.
I'd suggest two bong rips to help you with relaxation
It's going to take a minute for you to grasp this information
Your brain is a computer that controls your every function,
I don't need guns cause I'll trigger your destruction through
carefully placed words with subliminal instructions
you'll do what I want you to because you are a human.
The time has come for you to buckle down
and surround yourself with reality,
the only way you're going to win this one
is if I give you a line to spit to me
Honestly did you think you could compete with the gourmet delicacy that is formed every time I speak? I leave pistol toting pete's dreaming of release from the submission hold I hold them in mentally. My words have a tendency to keep on ringing long past the time you congratulate me for winning
uh, someone give this boy a timex, so he can figure out what time it is,
Pound for pound round 2-this is , not a drill, u worried b?
Ya should b tho im not a terrorist, ull b in a state of emergency
Certainly, Im rusty, im already turnin 33
Been six years since my last bong, ive stropped burning trees.
even joints, Honestly....
But now this boy be docking points cuhz he thought we compete in spelling bees?!
Let me guess, he's twenty three, ten years under me,
Too young to see the complexity driven deep within my subtle beats.
U can feel the steady rhythm of my verbal accappella
Every word is structured, but victims vertebraes dismembered
I dont even rhyme and i rhyme , this white boys get ice like vanilla
And I just ate his gourmet delicacies, like i live up in the villas,
Give a middle finger to His face, i want the audience to join me
In laughin his a$$ off stage, because he was so obviously disappointing
Yes Im just human, but i guess pro is taking the animal route, silent
Like i Burned him with the words i took from right out of his mouth.
This is a verbal art form born from two-hundred thousand laps around our home light.
I call them how I see them and what I"m seeing is a thirty-three year old man
receiving lessons taught from perspectives that exceed beyond his comprehension.
He subconsciously outlined his response to coincide with statements that I previously launched.
Now that I know this monkey"s basic pulling his strings will become routine
Let"s see which route he takes inside my matrix in hopes to of capturing his dream.
Face it, you"ve already proven, you"re getting old, rusty, and that you're influenced easily.
At this point you are nothing more than a nuisance bound to annoy society
I hope you get the hint, expressed throughout my speech
save yourself embarrassment and toss the towel in round three
Be bucking at the knees, like components-incompatible,
He sees an errors-on-his-screen, and terror-hits-the-scene,
Naw Im not in Anonymous, but im "hacking" up his splene
Cracked computer screens, is all you get from me,
Your raps is so naive, while i make your a$$ remember me!
The OG homie put u in your place , don't be phony!
Pro is such a coward, now his homies coming for me.
I got em all in line of sight, and rappin to this melody
Mow em down like bowling time, as accurate as can ever be,
Chipmunks flows are multiple syllable lyrical prophecies
these inventions so impressive , even Steven Jobs will copy me,
Honestly, i think thats about enough for right now
We wont see this sucka coming-back-the-next-round.
BonoboMoon forfeited this round.
in the spring has really taken it's toll on me
Between cooking, sleeping, and pushing this boulder up the mountain,
I lost track of time and let slip my grip on the
4th round. At least,
I'm basking in the spoils of conformity.
Normally making around 80 grand annually
At the age of 20 I've got my whole life made.
More money than I need and more friends than a king
What else could I ask for beside some solitude and peace?
With plans to live life underground I don't worry
about the petty problems of surface dwelling species.
I'll give you credit for having a vocabulary
that stretches beyond the regular, ordinary.
But to call my raps naive and my character fake
shows a lack of education for who you're callin' phony
Mastering the hollering of potent speech
that you spew towards your enemies will be
the first thing that will help you succeed. However,
these people will vote for whoever they please.
Just know you'll always be less than me
Peace out sickcunt
Makin money aint ea-say, ya sweat to get paid
feel like im getting played, on yesterday's wage,
Cant-'member-the-days, when a glass-of-lemonade,
Cost me alil less thana ,,,buck and some change.
Cuhz at the rate of this ....fucked up infla~tion ,,,
annually 80k ,,,,will barely even pay ,,,,
for all those holiday vaca,~tions,
its not how much you make but how you spend the day.
U can live in moms basement, iwont count that against you
Would you count it against your brother just because his rent's due?
Let this be a lesson to you youngin, verbal preaching from the chip monk
Now these weapons gunninn for ya, cuhz i heard you speak to sickcunts,
I rip one, like-im-passing-gas,
fuchuh passin out while im lauging-at-his- a$$
Practice-at-the pad, all day and night
Get on those knees n maybe , God'll make it right,
Bless my enemies, even when they threaten me
And all theyll ever be....is a bad memory.
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