Who Ripped Who? Victim: Madness
I'm no one's fool, I thought that was plain to see,
Another emcee homicide, the weapon was traced to me.
All out investigation, troops storming the Northside,
Looking for the suspect at home, but I managed to slide.
Out of harms way, now I'm at large in Da Second City,
I got the FBI, the cops, and the neighborhood committee...
All trying to find me, but they ain't got no clues,
My mug's on wanted posters, I'm on the 10:00 o'clock news.
They tried digging up Kojak from the dead to crack the case,
Dick Tracy wasn't available, Ace Ventura was a waste.
Now I'm roaming the underground on the Internet,
Too bad I dropped this gem, now they got their printers set.
Rushing to make copies, they're coming in Kawasaki's,
Squad cars, helicopters, all them fags wanna stop me.
As I was headin' out the backdoor I glanced at the screen,
Saw my name in the headlines of some crazy kid's dream.
He goes by the name of Madness, so I guess he's insane,
Why else would he call out my name? What's he tryin' to claim?
Don't he know the program? I get juiced from hype battles,
My verses tear out the spines of any shit-talking mammals.
Some niggaz don't get it, like it's written in graffiti,
He couldn't read it, so now it's time to smoke 'em like a beedy.
Yo, my Hip Hop verses are encoded with peace,
But my battle rhymes are like Chunky soup "It's loaded with beef!"
Our battle's like strangers at an orgy, read into it bitch,
Why? Because you don't know who you're fucking with!
I come harder than Viagra, you fallin' like Niagara,
And after this dope verse, you'll be ghost like ecto plasma!
I go off like a beeper in class without the vibrate,
I take no shorts, even though I'm only 5' 8".
You're just a primate, you need to battle a monkey,
And just like your mom's face, your future looks bumpy.
Cuz battles against me ain't no walk in the park,
You'll get mugged, your throat slashed, then left in the dark.
I don't got a "shit list" because niggaz know the deal,
But you wanna test my skills and see if I'm for real.
Congratulations Bozo, you've just been clowned,
Turn your smile into a frown, your stock just went down.
You're falling fast, better escape while you can punk,
Take your wack shit and pack it in your old man's trunk.
I got you a ticket aboard Flight 990 to Cairo,
I flipped ya with lyrical hiero, beat you up like 5-0.
That's right, I kicked your ass without the use of tae-bo,
So fuck your prayer and Bible, cuz it's all about survival.
(C) J. Sandoval November 1999
Midnight Madness...Prices Aren't All That's Getting Cut
Oh yeah, the Band Aids can be found in isle 21...BITCH.
Northside Chicago, IL
Def. hot and packed with venom. The orgy line was so dope. Didn't read madness's verse, but this was real dope.
LOL...the beef line had me rolling...plus the cats aint ready for the ghostbusters...lol...shit i havent read "mads" verse...i'll do that....but this was ill...one
Right, right. It is all love.
From now on, I'm a try to let the man above do the judging (and stuff like that) cuz I don't have the authority. It's gonna be hard to hang up the gavel for good though...
(PS: I was gonna call you out if you didn't get back with Madness. I'm glad you did cuz I didn't want anymore. Heh heh. Joke.)
Love is Love. Love. Love.
"Fuck liberty. Give me death..."
- F l a t l i n e r -
Yo Flat and Psyph:
It's all love my niggaz! JK. Thanx. Why is it that these punks wanna talk shit when I'm not around??? Lucky for me I caught that shit yesterday. I've been sort of AWOL.
Northside Chicago, IL
GOT-DDDDAAAAAAMMMMMMNNNNNN.........somebody got cooked.......I can almost smell that shit....too many ill bars to quote......liked the chunky soup line.......and many more son
Dope post, son. You rocked it.
Feeling this shit...
Word Em Up...Tight Battle Verse...
Slay that MC properly...
Way TO represent...
~Second City Sunz~
what can I say man....yo shit is bangin!!!!!
(Coining a cliche.)
Magic one: you never cease to amaze me. Every line was solid from start to finish. Whoever this kid is, i'm praying for him. Peace.
(Where was this kinda ish when you were battling me, son?!!)
Shit was blowing death through overhead air vents. No escape.
Fuck Everything Else,
F l a t l i n e r
Oh.. Someone got the flaming Northsider to come out the igloo.... Its Filet-mignion seved Second City Sunz style....
can we comprehend Capesh