| Subject: VOTE...Sandman vs. KØRRاÎØÑ..ILL BATTLE |
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JT aka KØRRاÎØÑ
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Date Posted: 19:15:56 06/17/01 Sun
Author Host/IP: spider-wo082.proxy.aol.com/205.188.200.57
No Beef of coarse...just a battle for elevation against a worthy opponent...And Here We Go....
¤¤¤ KØRRاÎØÑ ¤¤¤
Yo Sandman, my explicit lyrics forbid you from achievin your goal, VICTORY....
like Lucifer, i curupt your mind with my verbal trickery....
my estranged style leaves Sandman clueless about how to define my spits....
your entire anatomy begins to decay as i start to disect it....
if at this point, i'm terminatin all of your words and paragraphs.....
i know you aint nowhere near prepared for my lyrical aftermath....
Sandman, the ultimately chosen one for my daily verbalistic sacrifice....
my "vicious grip" on the mic resembles that of a "vice"....
my unphasable strength grinds Sandman's bones to dust....
every verb, adjective, and noun in my rhymes attack you in swarms like a ruthless group of locusts....
while my bars inflamin your scriptures with degrees beyond that of a Super-Nova....
hotness(me) and coolness(Sandman) collide like mixtures of winds from the Tropic of Cancer and regions that are polar....
the desire of defeatin KØRRاÎØÑ has always existed as a wordly lusts....
constantly shovin and crammin these bars down yo throat til your asophagus bust....
your rhymes just seem to be too simplistic....
i'm exceptionally gifted in verbalistics....
i have a habit of writin flows that turn out to be to explicit....
think you can solve my problem??? If you were a "plumber" you couldn't "fix it"....
¤~¤~¤ Time To Crank It Up....Switchin Styles....Punchline Metaphors ¤~¤~¤
Sandman couldn't "lock" this game down with a "ball and chain" and "handcuffs"....
your rhymes could be "diagnosed" with "AIDS and cancer" and still wouldn't be "ill"(sick) enough....
my "lethal lyrics" about to deminish you through "verbal homocide"....
after this embarrisment, you might go and commit suicide....
and i wouldn't have been suprised....
physically and mentally abusin you through my verbalistic torture....
nigga, with the way i "blaze" through yo rhymes, they should just label me as a "text-scorcher"....
obviously, your defeat was chosen ME not fate....
now nigga, join the rest of these weak MCs and fall "in-line" like "roller skates"....
you could write exactly like "Big Pun" when you rhyme....
and still not a single line, would be "phatter"(fatter) than mine....
your rhymes could have an "unlimited warranty" and they still wouldn't "last"....
you could get help from "Hi-Teck & Kwali" and still couldn't deliver a more powerful "blast"....
my bars be handin out verbal ass-whoopins that don't come with a receipt....
in "hot" pursuit of Sandman as my lyrics "heat-seek"....
like "Legos" my rhymes causin Sandman to catch writer's "block"....
a "cup of coffee" could "fall outta your hands" and you still couldn't "drop" somethin "hot"....
you could put a "combination lock" on your necklace and you would still get yo "chain snatched"....
if you were born as my "twin", we could battle and you still would be no "match"....
my bars could be placed in a "stray jacket" and still couldn't be "contained"....
if you "took a seat" on a "Sega Dreamcast" you still wouldn't be "on top" of your "game"....
you could graduate with "Honors" and still get shown "disrespect"....
we could battle at "1,000 degrees farenheit" and takin you out would still be "no sweat"....
you could drench your rhymes in "gasoline" and they still wouldn't "blaze"....
you could rhyme like "Vince Carter" and not even "half" of the "men" would even be "half amazed"....
you rhymes could be "pesticide"and they still wouldn't "exterminate" when they "spray....
you could write "Monday" on a "floppy disk" and still couldn't "save the day"....
these metaphors slowly torturin Sandman with each individual letter....
you couldn't drop nicer "vocabulary" if your name was "Webster"....
eradicatin Sandman to the 3rd dimension like that of prisms....
i'm constantly "flowin" like "blood" through "circulatory systems"....
average lyricists aint got a definition for my style, only a straight phenomenom....
you could take an "X-Ray of my scrodum" and still see where i'm "cummin" from....
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¤¤¤ SaNdMaN 2202 ¤¤¤
The lyrical warrior is back hitting at close range like a sniper/
jt you to young son just 14 still in diapers/
and that shit about you changing styles who cares/
are you even old enough to grow pubic hairs/
i dont have to switch styles to battlemines to punch lines/
it's crunchtime/ jt and magician im the reason you bitch niggaz started to rhyme/
all this cats rhymes are dizasteriz bitten/
cats get mad because my shit stay hitten/
fuck a vocab/ i grab the mic and start stabbing/
im the lyrical terminator and im about to start blasting/
this evening's top story a 14 year soul lost in a casket/
and to think just last april he was thirteen playing with the easter basket/
its the verbal explosion/ making jt's brain relapse and go into automatic korrosion/
im so abstract i turn a train backwards from local to lyrical motion/
my shit so complecated mix with the egyptians and romans/
call 911 the young bucks dome has started foaming/
my rhymes contraversal ruling minor mc's like the omen/
im causing mass hysteria/
in and out yah area/
got killer instincts like a pit bull terior/
my 49/trigger finger is superior/
my shit attacks yah brain and tear's through your exterior/
you elavated son but to my supremecy yah always be lyrically inferior/
yall yungins steady saying that rap is a game/
well why yah cats playing bloods steady pumping through my veins/
dripping through my pen unto the page so you can feel my pain/
yo this be an elite group of entinies that i represent/
and before i let you young fag biters in/
like my man bio said ill clench ten/
send yah straight to the devils henchmen/
i take the blood of magician and jt together on my hands ans start rinsing/
while his moms at the coffin screaming baby im grinning/
i used my pen as my sword thrust it into a opponents dome and start twising/
yo this is my last verse/ even though it was over at the first/
he has become another mc to roll out in the dark knights herse/
and my tag on the back say's 2202/ i dont give a damn jt bring your hold 2dc crew/
for futher refrences when battling sandman your guranteed to loose/
COME ON....WE NEED VOTES
So Far.........We're going to 7 Votes
ITS TIED AT 6-6
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