Rapbattles.com Rip The Mic II tourney
round 1 vs. Taiyamo Denku
beat by Rock It Productions/Taiyamo Denku
"...was wild before i met you, filled my face full of metal, spill my mind on instrumentals, still a child of the ghetto..."
Lyrics
(feel like a newb explaining punches, but he got an album named "guests of honor" and chorus/second beat is from his own track)
Battle me you should feel blessed/
why you commin from the midwest, milwaukee sound like you jumpin off the orient express/
(Taiyamo Denku?)
man i swear i just ordered that shit off of a japaneese menu/
your whole crew is a waste man, here some facts to face man/
you even call your fuckin selfs the wastelands/
so take your place man, below me/
i know you sittin there thinkin i aint shit but you dont even know me/
or what comes outta my mind, or the way that i rhyme/
and prolly tryin to figure out( man what the fuck's a hy- Line)/
bitch it's hyline, that means glass that'll slash your ass so fast/
the shit that i'm in will need to be cleaned by hazmat/
nothin to laugh at, eat kids like jeffrey daumer/
so ill you'll prolly ask me to be your next guest of honor/
no idea what i can do, no idea what you're into/
i'll snatch your ginsu to flip you're own cut against you/
Hyaline is better than you
Hyaline is better than you
Denku, I'm better than you
Denku, I'm better than you
Wanna disrespect Hyaline, i'll bust you like a hymen/
have you droppin to your knees prayin to jesus when i'm rhymin/
you're second to the man like Eve when GOD made her/
cuz i'm on top of the Game like Dick ridin Chuck Taylor/
What? Played out? Bitch lay out, my tongue sharp as a razor/
Go after your fanbase like the Indiana Pacers/
You rely on freestyle friday as life support for survival/
Cuz all your lines are fed through the tube like Terry Shiavo/
Don't need to be Ashton Kutcher to punk your ass like Jadakiss/
Don't believe in Hyaline, that makes your ass an athiest/
Your punches are prewritten, broad, and half-assed/
couldn't get more personal givin out your home address/
it's madness, this hit looks proffesional/
i'm breakin your verse into 16 little pieces like hexidecimals/
i checked your website and soundclick page/
and if you ask me, dude sounds a little too much like Cage/
Cuz theses kids ride your dick, think you winnin, you just hopin/
They thought you were next to GOD, now you're lyin dead like the Pope is/
