from the Vibe Verses rap battle
lyrics written by Wayne Savant
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rippin' it with effervescence
to test it's to get a lesson
second to none in progression
whip you with none of my weapons
coming with this hands-on training
with my hands all blazing
just shaping
just making you fakers
start changing the way that you're taking from the game
banging in you brain 'til I break it
borderline schizophrenic
the minute his lips begin it
the sentences giving sickness
intense as a semi-automatic
attacking in fully auto-emphatics
the magic's in practice
you're passin' to ashes
and you're fallen for lashes
from a cat with 9 tails with 9 lives I blast you
from 9 different angles
you're mangled with intestines entangled
from ingesting newfangled rappers
a bird's eye view
yo, I dangle from the rafters
the scene is panoramic
to harvest, the seeds of the planet
the speech is gigantic
the granite, will build a foundation
replacing the faces
dominating the matrix
complacent the hatred
taking the place of our species
breathing so easy the beat is so breezy
I squeeze through with ease and you're seeing double
you're queasy from the rumbles
humbled by the subtle evil 'til it ceases to be
yo, it never existed
insisting the cyst is the princess of your deepest desires
I'm the heat of the fire
the squeeze of the pliers
my vice is applying
titanic force to the iron
the trick is called fusion
proving they're conducive to losing
and proving my gruesome conclusions
it's a total annihilation
cuz these cryogenic chambers can't save you
with these verbs chewing holes through your darkness
the flow is the spark that set it off
and it started to spread as far as the eye could see
I could be anything that I wanted to be
to be an emcee is to be so free
to be an emcee is to be what you be
to see the streets
and the people in the hustle
to be the beat
and speak for the struggle
to be an emcee is to be what you be
to be an emcee is to be so free
seriously wondering where's the thundering from
the incumbent mother lover with the buttery thumbs
who be thumpin' on your stomach with these punishing gloves
with a sucker punch, huh?
yo your slumbering's the something they be loving for lunch
cuz I'm flushing out your guts with this four course meal
cuz this is revelations, it's the four horse skills
whose proportions are distorted
it's the war forced will
appealing to the masses
it's real and they're filled and they're billing them for taxes
amassing them as fast as they can and then attacking
these bastards are so drastic in the mask of an assassin
from sniper range
I see 'em in disquise
so my rhyme is rage
in mind Ima fly, Ima light the way
Ima slice up by design these white house snakes
cuz they're nothing to me
what's up? yo I bust
I become the emcee
to be an emcee is to be what you be
to be an emcee is to be so free
to see the streets
and the people in the hustle
to speak for the beat
and you see it for the struggle
cuz you see it for the struggle
you know I see the struggle
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