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  • Hey did you just do a scheme about programming languages?
    ..Why the fuck?
    Sorry to be quite abrupt,
    But that was some random ass shit like Monty ‘Python’s stuff.

    He don’t even know how far off he is.. I can tell from Miles-tone.
    Why you telling me your type of phone? oh it’s a rotary one, that’s nice to know.
    I always thought it was kinda obvious you’d ‘dial own’.
    I bet it cost lots though, gotta dire loan.

    “You’ll get a different style from here on out / changing cassettes” ..?
    Was that some kind of gun bar? I’m vaguely perplexed.

    “That last line was prolly played out”
    Yeah I’m getting to it..

    I’d just put Ooze on the ‘flaw’ like correction fluid.
    The name flips are dud,sir? like dyslexic druids?
    Slime.. I’mma pull out his spine like selecting music.

    You ‘like’ Justin’s posts.. no, that’s a simile.
    No vows (vowels) for this star’s “alignment”. that’s a syzygy.

    You wrote that verse at work fam? I mean, damn, like, who’s ya boss?
    What a fucking useless job.
    Ain’t you got a noose to knot?
    I thought this snake’s bitten tale would never end. Ouroboros.

    Bruv, any “clear body” puns have been done to death..
    Done to death, til there’s essentially nothing left..
    You gonna make The O pay cuz? and opaque us? no clear body.
    See? utter rubbish.

    I’mma send Slime flying, no “phantasm”.
    I’mma dump Miles in the sea once my plan’s fathomed.

    And wait, did you say that you used to be “a reverend”?
    I just got here and I’m god tier so consider me your eminence.
    It’s because of your eloquence they proclaimed you a reverend?
    No you misheard bitch, they said you’re irrelevant.

    Go practice alone, I’ll battle Brillz in the meantime.
    Coz when he saw your “cassette” flip, even B sighed.

    I’ll Just ice Justice, it’ll never get solved. wait..
    What’s that fam? a cold case.
    Easy.

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    • Originally posted by Virbius View Post

      Hey did you just do a scheme about programming languages?
      ..Why the fuck?
      Sorry to be quite abrupt,
      But that was some random ass shit like Monty ‘Python’s stuff.

      He don’t even know how far off he is.. I can tell from Miles-tone.
      Why you telling me your type of phone? oh it’s a rotary one, that’s nice to know.
      I always thought it was kinda obvious you’d ‘dial own’.
      I bet it cost lots though, gotta dire loan.

      “You’ll get a different style from here on out / changing cassettes” ..?
      Was that some kind of gun bar? I’m vaguely perplexed.

      “That last line was prolly played out”
      Yeah I’m getting to it..

      I’d just put Ooze on the ‘flaw’ like correction fluid.
      The name flips are dud,sir? like dyslexic druids?
      Slime.. I’mma pull out his spine like selecting music.

      You ‘like’ Justin’s posts.. no, that’s a simile.
      No vows (vowels) for this star’s “alignment”. that’s a syzygy.

      You wrote that verse at work fam? I mean, damn, like, who’s ya boss?
      What a fucking useless job.
      Ain’t you got a noose to knot?
      I thought this snake’s bitten tale would never end. Ouroboros.

      Bruv, any “clear body” puns have been done to death..
      Done to death, til there’s essentially nothing left..
      You gonna make The O pay cuz? and opaque us? no clear body.
      See? utter rubbish.

      I’mma send Slime flying, no “phantasm”.
      I’mma dump Miles in the sea once my plan’s fathomed.

      And wait, did you say that you used to be “a reverend”?
      I just got here and I’m god tier so consider me your eminence.
      It’s because of your eloquence they proclaimed you a reverend?
      No you misheard bitch, they said you’re irrelevant.

      Go practice alone, I’ll battle Brillz in the meantime.
      Coz when he saw your “cassette” flip, even B sighed.

      I’ll Just ice Justice, it’ll never get solved. wait..
      What’s that fam? a cold case.
      Easy.
      Cold case, six pack, kick back, like a counter//
      odometer, how I'll spin Miles like a counter//
      ya name Rock, granite/grant it, but ya slate flat like a counter//
      put numbers on ya head, if you census/sense us, like a counter//
      the flames melted Justice, now hes Just Just//
      a internet thug, punk//
      that loves to do bugged stuff//
      but couldn't throw a punch//
      without looking the stuff up//
      this is utter rubbish//
      pull my dick out, let ya girls udders rub it//
      fuck it//

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      • You keep sayin' that I'm biting, faggot check the dental records
        You're being wasteful with the bars, and your expensive mental efforts
        You're the vault treasurer, I can tell you keep extensive simple ledgers
        So you can easily say "Such and such said this" jutost prove your pencil's better
        Don't feel pressured, I'll relieve your build-up like faulty O-rings
        Catch an intentional blank, get branded like a Crow scene
        A syzygy, is you kidding me? I was connected before your infancy
        I'll send this red coat back to the boat, wit holes poked in his infantry
        He's too rough around the edges, so if we match I'll clip him for the symmetry
        Let's skip the imagery, this turkey with a blade through his breast, centerpiece
        These full metal jackets when I aim sporadic chew holes through his winter fleece
        I can see you have potential, but I also see you've reached your limits
        You ain't got bars, kid, you got cheapened gimmicks
        Heard yo bitch was tippin scales, but I ain't seen the digits
        You may laze around all day, but this beam specific
        It'll have you speak with God, so even ys dreams religious
        I was a reverend as a calling, I had a higher purpose
        I was givin back to the youth, bringin em nightly sermons
        If that reference is appalling, you should really check your moral compass
        And judge yourself first, before dispersing poor assumptions
        When I lick shots in your direction, guarantee I'm scorin something
        Take off a limb or two, but leave him with the most important functions
        You can still shit yourself, and marinate in your failure
        Get the butt end of the gun, these clips'll Moon the Sailor
        Keep tryna ride the wave, until it crash and sink ya vessel
        If we ever got stuck on a track together, I'd hog tie you the tressel
        I'm not the devil, but I'll show the meaning of deeper levels
        I'll put all 6 ft, 6 ft, and make a keychain from this pigs feet
        I coulda canned tuna for the theft, but instead I fed on minced meat
        Talking about useless jobs? More than likely I'm the reason you exist
        You the type who wanna get paid for failure, I got your appeasement on my wrist
        You're as deceitful as it gets, like your team is so immense
        You gettin Brillz to do your dirty work while you stab him in the back, you outsourcin
        You sonnin all these kids, Virb, but I just left ya crowd orphaned
        You're way out of your league, those fathoms you can't reach
        Those Phantoms you can't afford, those phantoms you can't see
        Molecular biology, I got the micro scope to see through ya isotopes
        Thinkin "I'm so dope" but you weak enough to get washed with Isoprop
        Now I ain't have time to quote every line you wrote, or even attempt to flip em
        You might be gassed like a self propelled engine
        But I got that Nas like you already knowin "It Was Written"
        (high as fuck, so if I misspelled something its cuz I can barely see the screen)







        You got it ass backwards, bitch. Smile when I move past you.

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        • Slime gon drop like he got a ripped quad when I spit bars at this dick wod
          i go to the toilet and drop a big log, leave that bitch clogged, cuz my shit hard
          Nothing you says slick, ya basic and your bae's sick, that lame trick left you with an inflamed prick
          you fake bitch, i mean this lames dick got about 8 cysts, he tried to pop 1 and got sprayed quick so his name fits

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          • I'm back in the mix mixing hash in my spliff, baggin a bitch with a fat ass and her tits as rock solid as the stature of an African Sfinx
            I'm sampling gems like a jewelry shop, my puberty stopped the day I learned Rahzel how to human beat box
            you travel in sheetrock, all around the country with your biker chick, but you're so much of a dick you're on display at the musuem in Rejkjavik
            my mind is sick, quick to slash you with a knife and hand you a manual to write, since the greatest thought you ever thought was as average as your life
            and the next thought you think is: you "prepare to grip the nine"? Really? This guy's silly, in the streets behind your back they call you "the liability"
            shit's killing me, not literately, but in a figurative speech, you know, I'm laughing my ass off picturing this geek with an image of the street
            time to suspend your disbelief, folks, the street jokes and deep quotes; it's all love, like when your mom put you in a refrigerator drawer and sailed you off the sea coast ...

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            • I left the left to see what's left about going right.

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              • left right, strong side, we are titans
                the number is Titanic for the strength of this titanium
                challenge the constitution then my Liberty is prime
                yet still approachable, presence is coachable
                But, Democracy is non-negotiable

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                • The new shit you write’s so light it might kill vampires.
                  I stopped putting Rocks on a pedestal like Bill Kazmaier.
                  It’d thrill hang gliders.. the way that V elevates.
                  I got some big arms meant for Rocks, call these trebuchets.

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                  • You light like lighter fluid, pass the torch or get lit like Johnny Storm
                    a single blow and you pass out like you're at home watching porn
                    Shit's despicable, I spit the truth when I'm in the booth or drunk on the fly
                    I'm back to last night, fucking a redhead in the skull while I'm high
                    you slobber when you rap, looking like you're trying to lip sync to N Synk
                    wearing lipstick, what a dipshit, you've got yourself in some deep shit
                    like Steve-O with a drunken fever hugging his cousin skeeter
                    I've got binoculars on, I can see ya, you're at 42 degrees in a wife beater
                    fucking life cheater; he thought that he could hack into the Pentagon
                    without weapens drawn, you better off sending Dizaster back to Lebanon ....

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                    • You said you “got binoculars on”? strange boast..
                      If you think that’s right for the site, you ain’t close.
                      Stay ghost. your style or substance, which has aged most?
                      You said.. all that shit that you said. great post.

                      Yo you put the ‘pen’ into “weapens”. it’s so tragic.
                      Weapens? Munk? whoah, damn it..
                      He tryna say he could make ‘The O’ vanish.

                      And this was supposed to be four bars, but your part was extra long..
                      So I added five angles.. turned The O into “the Pentagon”.

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