ThaAnthology was DQ'ed
Here is Nukes verse:
The tornament is on and nuke is dropping the bomb/
Im 8 dukes strong, a don running up against pawns/
Tornmenting this lyricist with a spiritual song/
A ridiculouse right fighting this ridiculouse wrong/
Your pistol is drawn but your aim is terribly off/
Im a lyrical boss iller than a syphilis cough/
You spit soft, floss faker than Greek Methology/
I see your weak speech like scholars reading through Anthologies/
Dominate technology this clowns round ain't stopping me/
battling me is only going to bring your mockery/
I'll strong arm this opponents arms he ain't harming me/
popping off lyrical arrows piercing through his armor steez/
Robbery.../
Is probably gonna topple his atrocities/
He'll need a bibliography to cite all his hypocracy/
I'll give lyrical sodomy to hoes that try to follow me/
I cum to bust lyrical brains its hard to swallow me/
N.F.O's is on the scene flowing skills of steel/
foes toast when they approach mental steez I spill/
Enemy be still/
My paragraphs freez at ease than proceed to kill/
Your bleeding skill fleeing from my opposition/
Nuke got mad and blew up your proposition/
Drop with wisdom, spot you on your block with wisdom of glock percision and pop shots of rock collisions/
I got this victim and I don't have no props to give him/
Writtens bitching like they're itching for some cock up in them/
Im often ripping while your mics are softly spitting/
you lost your mission and now I floss the boss description/
Compositions toss your rhythm like base in the kitchen/
Bass head addiction flipping like theres crack up in him/
You lack religion, nasty like an ass thats shitting/
Pass through your system like I was a fast prescription/
Your finding out that brother Nuke gives the business/
Divide this competition faster than a methematician/
Fast to rip him/
Split rhythm with massive friction/
Pros Listen while this victim drops his wrath of fiction/
Your style will stay missing me cause you ain't solving me/
fuck an anthology you should probably write an apology/
for battling me I'll put you under the ground with a frown/
Dispurse of his verse put him in a hearst for the round./