This is directed towards YOU !!!!! - Kane ( the Preceptor )
There's alotta wackness at the board, so I'ma take a shot at him, and oh yeah, feel insulted wacksters...
I capatalize wit my metaphors//cuz it takes all the credit that is givin in the cast//
my lines can be defined as sentences of time//cuz what I write is gon be heard in the future//
and what is heard is written in the past//but the skillz of it, are infinite//
livin in the abashed//is that I'm givin it//
wit the steelo that contains calibers that are unlimited//
I come wit more Mike's ( mics ) than Tyson//
cuz I gotta rip atleast 4 of em in my stage time//
so I stand out like a foot over the baseline//I praise crime//
cuz I think of more BARS than a CAGED MIND//raze rhymes//
in each performance the spitten lines are 2-folded//
so ya can't handle em, not even if their were in the phonebook and you called it//
the victory is bolted in the palm of my hands//so forever I hold it//
my neck-snappin-lyrics are razor sharp//I engage the darts//
wit major quickness//so they invade ya heart//to pave the start//
of insertin the greater sickness//remove this fable//
of winnin, cuz I knock it off balance//so the loose is stable//
nuke ya label//when I spit like a radioactive vocal enhancement//
not even the mute is able//to silence the voice of defeat//
cuz I'll kill kids even if it takes me to go back and fume their cradle//
spit verbal meteors in the form of blazin punchliness//that'll have the globe hit//
I literally blow kids//cuz kane is definitally triple-X-plosive//
these rhymes got more wordplay than 2-year-olds wit a dictionary//
enlisted varied//I'm gifted rarely//cuz my shit's holy like a vivid Mary ( Maria )//
I come wit a deadly delivery like a suicidal postman//
even when ya close champ//ya still too far away to stop me//
you'll get toasted//by this lyrical felony//cuz even HI-HATS can't TOP ME//rhyme structure's so cleverly//
that even 4-chapter long reviews won't reveal my strategy//
I got a bar to follow//and by now ya get sliced wit intoxicated razor-blade-words//
so ya scar is doubled//ya kick pathetic shit, even ya fart is sorrow//
so praise this lesson son//next time ya gotta keep ya mouth closed//
cuz my style is hard to swallow...
that's it yo, I got other battle rhymes in my lab, so don't call me out, lol.
maybe the rhyme form is fucked up, cuz I never tried this before, but fuck it.
Kane ( the Preceptor ) aka Mad Ex-
What up duke, nice script you got here. Kind of shook me in the beginning but after the 3rd line or so I was all in. Nuff respect due.
Peace-We gotta collab soon
"4 the hard way"
I've seen you come tighter.That Mike tyson line doesnt make sense in ways.But I like the message and the flow and all that is nice none the less.'
-Key-El aka Plus2