WORD~PERFECT:
We mathematically-rip fractional m.c.-tactically-
Anti rule abiding- to the law of gravity –
get fucked up like orgies while sky diving-
chances of surving-are 1 un a gugaplex-
opposite 1 in the ratio of aids when fucking without laytex-
I aint the best- but I carry that complex-
With an ego like ven diesels-
and if being me is a sin….. my reflection is twice as evil-
meaning lets reflect on who I am on open text-
the wrong one.. by height and skill you look to measure-
to my insight-in the time it takes me to rip your name with ledger-
you would of typed mine on your subject header-
I was born for this-the reason I was ment to exsist-
My word is born……dialect-
Twist- words and leave carpul tunnel on the alphabet-
Kill similies-with these tendencies-
from my complex abilities-
when I blaze mics ,you acquire joint disability-

SplitSouL:
"Mysterious yet serious how this raps got cats fearin us,
rappers are curious, till a tap to the head gets them delirous
sawin off caps so furious,while WORD mirrors the experience; i make yall inferiors consider me to be the most superior,ill attack your exterior, watch you fall apart like our society, weak verses ignite me, often intice me, to start lyrical sobriety,
but i can't yo, im to drunk in its glory,i rap in the early morning, the evening, even when the rain is pouring, my vocabulary is off the hook according to those who adore me,
elevating my rhymes, keep me soaring to new hieghts,
battle rap some cat, then crash him like 9/11 flights,
this shit is tight, we rap evil audible, some words spit so quick it doesn't even seem possible, attack when not plausible, you defeatin' us, not probable, WE FUCKIN UNSTOPPABLE, ya lyricals not topical, while ours defeat all with skills sick, battles decided before hand, when at war with Split and WORDs clique,
we rip yall like a thick dick between the hips of a thin chick,blade hits ya g spot, ya stomache is now a ditch, blasphemy is sin bitch, and you goin to hell, spit on our names, we disfigure ya body, so your parents couldn't tell, that you were you at one point in time, the grand design scheme of ya rhymes forced us to destroy ya body and mind, you pissed us off, now we ready and willing to destroy,exact some damage to ya enzymes, before we deploy a whole convoy of 10th degree mc's who chew you up and spit you out like a doggy toy, boy, you should know that we be stealin the crown, workin ourselves outta the underground, perfect with words and verbs, conform em all into a conglomerate sound...

WORD~PERFECT:
and im still renown with nouns-
diss you clowns- for bringing rapbattles property value down-
no wonder rappers spit ghetto-
we aint striving for better so we settle-
but I pedel-raps version of heavy metal-
bang your head to this-
if your wack then bang your head with-
brass knuckles on your fists-
till you seaisure then pop an embelizm-
see only in an eclipse-
until you learn to respect realism-from a realist-
point of view-stop trying to get speed addicted-
kids to hype you-
there’s only 31 lines but I delivered 300 hits-
do the math in minutes as far as this jme and SPLITS-
joint I got 5 on it-


oo this is hot.....