Battle I once did against a guy named Reflex. Just for fun.
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Story behind the song
Written & Performed by S. De Bolster.
Produced by ??.
Mixed by S. De Bolster.
Recorded at the "Nothing F*** ing Works"-studio.
© 2002 - S. De Bolster.
Lyrics
Poetic Flow:
Flexing-my-lyrical-muscles-con-stant-ly
like I’m stuck-on-repeat
messing-with-these-critical-hustles
standing on my own-two-feet
testing-an-emcee-from-Brussels
but you couldn’t get on-beat
if you got ya head slammed into concrete
Prepare for your defeat you dyslexic bi***
bragging about your penmanship
going out of your mind more than a henchman did
plotting your final trip before you totally lose grip
of what we call reality
Insanity has taken over your vanity
when you’re sober you can’t handle the pressure
you drunk f*** spending your time as a cross-dresser
your voice is annoying and don’t fit like Fran Drescher’s
You’re a monotone slut with bi***-tits
I’ll take this victory hands down even if I had my wrist-slit
overpowering you with my flow and quick-wit
you get it?
Even if you stuck ya dick in a hole in the ground
you still wouldn’t f*** around
compared to my destructive sound
Claiming that you spit braggadocio but your style sucks
your rhyming is funnier than Arsenio
it kills our ears deadlier than Tarantino
you f***ing sociopath
your little brain can’t even grasp my wrath
do the math
you’re style so dirty I want to be taking a bath
You couldn’t spit hot lines if I was burning your brain
scorching you with flames consuming your cranial vein
embrace the pressure you can’t contain and reflect
Don’t even front
you know you’re an audio audition reject
you couldn’t leave my verse wrecked
cuz when I rock it, I earn respect
bi***!
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