my main task, at last/ is da fast upon a niggaz ass/
da ill~ÇuRsË~cannibal/will devour you til i digest and shit out ya lyrical strategy, along wit ya dick & testicalz/
i act as if constipated, cause i luv da start shit/
when or when out blunted, i'll phuk up any nigga who type or on audio, talk shit!!/
feed off hate, and unpure heart/
so constantly i stay anxious da lyric braw/
flow structure, vomit physique,
spit rhymez visual/ dat suddenly transform physical/
departure, attack Noetic and gravitationally pull apart hiz skull to hiz genitalz/
now shail U remain lyrikally hexed from da ill perceptual individual/
you subspeacies, subnormal, suddenly try'in da rap muh phukah/
i can tell, cause of ya so-call'd thread thrash, muh phukah/(ha ha ha............)
spit wit disgust/ itz a must/
i hack-saw mortal virtue/ curse you/
mere mortal whom consume multiple issues/ wit out like's of inslaved first thought da preeminent procrutean rip through ya type'd thread tissue/
U want attention?/
ATTENTION..RapBattles, thatz put hiz post in a newly created section, so each emcee can laugh at U while ya post iz being vision'd/(HAHAHA...)
yeah..we can get into it...and yeah, i can make thiz thread a-lil' deeper, as a matter of fact "deeper then Karl Kani pocketz"/
ya logic iz like gettin' a mallet and beattin' da phuk outta ya monitor, just so U can try da knock dis/
Noetic tha newbie,"tryin' to defeat me"/(hahahaha...)
in other wordz..U can say U-will-not-loose, and then i'll take da place of Nas, and U of Jay-Z/
Noetic..look...U couldnt be illah then me if U had a disease/ and U just phuked a browd wit genital herpies/
i'll cross bo' extended iron dartz that spit poison on impact, force remain extavagant/
i'll dare U actually post to da ill Battlent.