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Battle vs OC from Rapchoice
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Against Organized Catastrophe (OC) at Rapchoice. A while back now...
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Eargasmic or E-mic for short. I'm always on the message board at www.theart-ofwar.com if you wanna come see me in the e-flesh. If you wanna hear my beats, they are now located at www.soundclick.com/sunbathingpenguinproductions
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Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #5,303
Peak in subgenre #2,884
Author
Eargasmic
Uploaded
July 30, 2003
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MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Verse 1: You couldn’t hug the beat if you were a cop on ecstasy The only time you beat me is in your dreams sexually It’d take 2 funerals for your style to be re-hearsed Verse’s boy strikes back to leave outcomes reversed The worst is your only purpose is talking bullshit On stage I molest kids like I occupied pulpits Hate on my style cause I go deeper than thoughtful porn Your belts are pink but you laugh at crowns I adorn You run with Robbin Hoodz like you’re a ghetto Batman But your beats are too heavy on the bass…like crack-fans Your boy Ice tells us of your beat downs in the lounge You claim too hard for hospital…so why you wearing gowns Lucky for you I’m not on paypal to take your C notes Cause you can’t cover your bets like outdoor casinos Verse 2: Grade exams at Harvard and you still couldn’t test the best If I suck so much…how come you won’t battle me in text But in audio the story doesn’t change like books on cassette Only dreads you got involve me and my clip-like berettes You couldn’t Be real if DJ Muggs ran with your clique The way you ride Trigga…you might damage-his-dick After I win I’ll post a manga animation of low-blows Replace your head with my fists in your ass…up to my elbows Your road to victory is littered with no-shows and biased votes You can hardly melt snow cones with your tired-quotes I put you in check like I was Busta Rhymes and mastered chess Leave you toe up with more shells than Adidas…in a tattered vest I splatter vets who chatter threats and I haven’t climbed the ladder yet As my flow develops to liquid…I’ll leave OC’s belts evicted I just hope his broke ass pays the phone bill…otherwise he’ll miss it Verse 3: You’re about as Organized as my agenda And I’m celebrating this Christmas next November Do more writing and get the beats from downloading Cause that shit’s sounding rougher than ground mouse scrotum At least nobody will question whether you made em or not And if you had producer you must not’ve paid him a lot You couldn’t go platinum travelling with Dad’s master card But I’m your real father…so I leave my bastard-charred Only slice tiny slits in me like God makes a gnomes crack I was the sperm donor…I’m taking my chromosomes back Matter of fact, I’m disconnecting your whole phone jack Then I’ma hack Ice’s IP and find where your clone’s at
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