17576, Shakeet Lokh Em vs Soulbrotha Posted by Prolif, Mon Nov-14-05 04:10 PM
Shakeet Lokh Em:
I bet you twenty naira/ Soul fool with that funny fire// Only flamin brothas see more skid marks than muddy tires// To say you got skill is a further stretch than bungee wires// Your poetry sweeter than a forest teemin with bunny choirs// Skippin, singin it’s a wonderful mornin// Well it’s huntin season homie, my shots ain’t warnins// In the court of hip hop, your flow’s out of order// Every script I write’s a ten, ain’t more dimes on the corner// I read where they said, that you sound like Common// Well it’s apparent they never did a MySpace audit// Do like the homie Robert, keep your flow trapped in the closet// There’s no teeth to your style so there’s no need to floss it// Oh and thanks homie for sendin me your CD// Cuz it make a great antenna for my kids t.v.// With your nickelodeon text/ skill so little only depress// Callin you hot is like callin a cartel a simple opium sect// Sha nice 365 like a Goodyear, your tread worn like old rubbers// In the next class of femcees, you are the Sole Brother// Rappin about holdin hands, negga I’m on stage to bolster mics// Your soul is misguided homie, your whole style is a poltergeist// I’m sensibly/endlessly/ spittin fire tremendously// Metaphysically/ rhythmically/ slay your Tennessee/ tendencies// I rip you with Desert Eagle black talons, you shook how I bust mine// Homie I’m intelligence cubed, I don’t deal with no Plus Signs//
Soulbrotha:
**Hiding place – Little Brother**
Let’s just state the facts…
Your similac battle raps/ are similar to short-lived animal attacks/ To put in plain terms/ them words/ ain’t touchin’ this cat’s/ Like manikins desperately reachin’ for Goliath’s jockstrap/ I slap-the taste out your mouth till you’re tongue tied breathless/ same as blind mice getting cataracts/ you tryinna spit my way is useless/ the-truth-is/ disrepute-is-allergic-to-my-ruthlessness/ just as the HIV virus getting infected itself by more diseases/ Who’s sicker? None other/I’m quick-to-the-draw/ Your flow’s once in a month/ I put your e-rap style on menopause/ Simply because/ you Micro Soft/ I’m strictly Word Perfect/ Forgeddit/I could dumb down the audiovisual and still win with no effort/ Let-it-be-known-immediately-imaginary-thrones-don’t-move-me/ ‘Cos I-Lokh-Em-down-literally-meaning-I’m victorious-even-in-sleep/ you-on the other hand-are-just-a-geek’s-passing-wet dream/ Still masturbatin’ to the rhythms I’ve given after I’ve punched in keys/ board already is me/I Mount Everest this degenerate with everlasting punchlines Audience looks fro-zen/ thought I was cold blooded/just told ‘em nope/ lunchtime! Crunch rhymes/ defeating me is what FEMA means to black folks/ Trying to clock in to help the po’/wasting your time/ You’re kidding-me with those lazy paragraphs you paste up Your soundclick spits always amount to nothing ask blank paystubs! U-u-u Say whaa? / Damage I cause is enough to break jaws/ Forget an OKP/I unearth your teeth from the Roots/ And diss-Band your face from the front page just to erase flaws…
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