Round 2 Topical Audio Tourny @ Battleboards.com (vs. -ScanZ-)Rippen a topic about the ultimate invention which turns out to be the ultimate emcee in which I've created. Check it out.
Reppin it for hip/hop and reppin it for Divine Aggression. Just tryin' to elevate.
Check out the music. That's probally why you're here.
Lyrics
Yo…it’s a combination, of things that are anticipated/
A contagious mix of mixing pots from all of hop hips nation//
A mix of acquaintance, a mix of this and that/
A mix of all the types of elements that come together and form rap//
My creation comes off far beyond supernatural/
Forces that’ll push the lyrix through the back of you//
Create a half of you, or spit verse so deep/
It dug through the ground and landed in china standin on its feet//
Spitten in circles on the street, rippen any type of beat, wit ease/
The type of cat wit a multiple steez//
A battle’ll sound like this but it’s nuttin too ample/
So sit back and check out my inventions example//
Yo I rip this cat Scanz hands outa a mans pants, as he rants/
DSP’s dick’s the size of a lance//
As I approach the demise and fall, I hope you don’t let go/
I got your ass stuck to the wall, like a gecko//
Your words aint worth spitten, you’re a lyrical disaster/
This challenger I’m facing will never blow up like NASA’s//
A taste of battle type to let you know what he possesses/
He can also make up more stories than political elections//
Story telling tracks are broken down like this/
Sound so sick, so listen as he starts to reminisce//
Yo, it was cold night alone, breezes where futile/
I walked down the dark street searchin for your smile//
Car headlights shined deep to my eyes/
As I ran down the dead end weakened by lies//
Tweak by despise I arose and never again saw your face/
And there it is just a lil’ taste//
And his verbal possibilities seem endless/
I created a lyrical monster through composed sentence//
Relentless, flow can come so sick/
On any track that unleash him and tell him to spit//
So I click the flow button to let him know/
That as soon as the beat loops, it’s time to go//
Armed heavily with accessories and weaponry, blasting consecutively/
Puttin yall in a place of heavenly ecstasy//
A felony, evidently I blast any emcee/
Especially puttin wack rappers to their knees//
And a commercial side is available to please the crowds/
A simplistic flow that hits when the baseline pounds//
So turn ya face right now and watch the exhibition/
As my creation lets go on some street composition//
Livin an insecure life cuz the feds are tapin my phone/
Cuz I got more “grams” than retirement homes//
I’m inspiring moans, girls love me when I’m rhymin/
Bitches are trapped on my dick, like it was Gilligans Island//
High and flyin, puffin on blunts all day/
Never associate again w/ the bitches I lay//
I stay true to my roots, I love the streets/
I walk with Caron Butler in my hand, holdin “heat”//
This rhymin cyborg comes off as multitalented/
With a different type of style, that sounds extravagant//
Imagine it…if y’all could only possess this skill/
A lot of work went into making my creation real//
The perfect emcee with the perfect style/
That aint afraid to lay his heart down once and a while//
And can spit some grimy shit while getting deep/
And can kick an ill freestyle while takin a leak//
Soundin ill over any beat, it aint impossible/
You can make your own creation turn out unstoppable//
With work and dedication our inventions are vast/
Never put a limit on your contrivance//
If I could I would, bring my own invention into existence/
But wait, let’s think, didn’t I just spit this//
