Deth Moad vs. Rezzan, UE Audio Tourney, 2005
Lyrics
My flows molten; yours is burnt as a wilted match stick
You need glasses; shouldve seen me comin like skinimax flicks
cover your head like prophylactics and practice abstinence
forfeit this match and live or die battlin when you lack the skill
he said it himself rezzans never been a battle cat
Never wrote a rap in fact I’ma clear this up like cataracts
He can’t battle back; he doesn’t have an audio method
Even your names a lie; rezzan one can’t even come in a close second
Less than fifty posts; how you gonna spit a flow when you gotta sit immobile
All I wanna hear is silence while you seek your solace in Jehovah
The problem isn’t so much that you’re an obstacle in the road
It’s that I got a bye in the first round against a talentless opponent
interrelated rhyme time my minds full of different prose
you worth less than jet mags and get cut out like the centerfolds
I’m a warlord in case you couldn’t tell by the hatchet blade
The only time you’ll ever see deth beaten is if he masterbates
I don’t have time for prepubescents; im here to slay not teach you lessons
I’m here to receive a check; you’re another emcee that’ll leave headless
Dismember members of the board that don’t contribute much
Slit you up the middle like I split a dutch and watch your innars rush
spill in front of your gateway I make waves, you’re caught within the crush
you’re outnumbered; Diablo and deth moad versus rez; it’s either him or us
Listen rez; your placement was one of divine’s sick jokes
How you gonna spit with deth on the strength of 36 posts
I rip molds and make molecules move; to prove who can best retain a shape
Make a plays for wax; true dudes groom with razor blades
Shave a face; taper waves; chops hacks and bury hatchets
In the back ends of wannabe rappers before the match ends
Try to match wits; I’ll take a page from darko at the last line
Retract time and travel back to assassinate you in a past life
Send you to anubis with two pence to spend across the river styx
this is it; this kids dispensed like penicillin hits for syphilis
little kids shouldn’t fuck with lyricists, it’s bad manners
but I give a shit; like rezzan did when he lost it in his pampers
stained his batman pajamas; and as far as his battle status
reply or not; compared to me his talent is still missing in action
deal with this as tragic; you’ll never heal; im into stabbing, slits and slashes
rip this bastard; burn his corpse eat it and shit the ashes
last step like a land mine; I grab the mic and leave you with severed tongue
Fuck it; deth is done. sayin his names the only time you’ll hear me sayin rezzan won
Session one is over with, my next meal had better run