Man your battle stations prepare the invasions of rap's devastation/
Newbies, female groupies come into the game faster than club cats poppin off rupies/
But hey you're in for the night so sit tight and recite all the lyrics you were hopin to write/
My palms are sweaty, Lips are dry, Starin at the sky nervously askin God why?/
Marijuana has turned me from a child of the norm, To a smoke clouded storm/
Walls are embedded in Canibus, Rap Style Analyist, Lyrical Arsonists scooped me up cause they knew i could handle this/
Evangelist preachin rhymes not religion, Sit back and wonder whats the cause of our livin?/
Meaning of life, Pains of strife, Sometimes you contemplate suicide, Take a look at the knife/
Look to the future your brain is your weapon cause its the mental before physical that decides whether youre steppin/
Withersman, Zainy BMack, former B.R.E now on deck with the L.A, Rhyme flows Scary, Not you're ordinary,/
We're very much in check so damn nice we got our pen upset it dont wanna write/
Our lyrics show you signs can you see the light?/
Satan has a hold on my conscience with an angel takin over temptation/
Its like only aggravation can satisfy my needs for motivation/
Pain and suffering only lead up to your demise/
Like souls from the grave waitin on the light to free them and rise/
Assumptions bein made about the past act fast before the past is the thing that jus happened last/
Sounds confusing I hear, No Fear maybe out of style but its the only thing I fear/
Abandoned since birth constanly cursed into a perfectly written verse/
Dispersed amongst humanity villain minded insanity, Cleptomatically imprinted through my membrane's sanity/
Cause I rob and steal, smoke and deal jus to get by for that one paid meal/
Rhyming is my gift from Jesus Christ the savior/
I have nothing else in life to give thats my only known saver/
So now that you know a little about me, you'll realize that I ain't no battle emcee/
This is why I was not wanted in the B.R.E, so they let go of a vet/
Cause Bash claims you dont need respect on the net/
This is why you left your crew because of fear in inactivity/
Well depature is the key to your crew's irrelativity/
Your Nothing and if you want a war with the mack/
I got the ammunition on my notepad ready cocked to fire back/
Show Stoppa, Hynoptic, Bash, and Rhymtic...doesn't hardly equal to a crew thats terrific/
Lyrical Arsonists is gifted, Like grains of sand tellin time thats sifted/
We will be in RB until our souls are lifted.....
Not likely Bash you'd rather bite me cause you can out style me or outwrite me/
But see I'm gonna leave this all for the front lines/
Cause jus like The Fugees I'm gonna merk you "One Time"/
Bash the battle lines are drawn, Your bitch made ass aint nothin but alley hooker scorned/
And the End of B.R.E is not to far away could happen today, Cause merkin you will be nothin but mere Childs Play/

Fuck You

Yo this was Hot but i got a problem wit 2 lines
Cause I rob and steal, smoke and deal jus to get by for that one paid meal/
Rhyming is my gift from Jesus Christ the savior/
^^^How can u talk about stealing and smoking in one line and then come right back and talk about jesus christ , that's messed up dawg...

And the End of B.R.E is not to far away could happen today, Cause merkin you will be nothin but mere Childs Play/
^^^Well come merk us right now , U dont even battle and u're talking about merking us , Will u merk us in open mic...lol

I'll battle on any occasion...I'm not much of a battle emcee but I'll elevate on B.R.E for victory...Bash I'm your worst nightmare. You are in my shadow

U're my worst net Nightmare , I'm scared

BMACK has the right idea....The key to ELEVATION is learning how to take constructive criticism, and BATTLING the best....If you battle the weak then you get weak.....

Anyways this was a pretty nice drop here...I liked the flow, and the content...But it kinda was off topic at somepints I felt like...
But I"m just high so....tight drop...keep spittin

^^werd dis was tight nice content n flow,,,,, wordplay was dope all here^^

Evangelist preachin rhymes not religion, Sit back and wonder whats the cause of our livin?/
Meaning of life, Pains of strife, Sometimes you contemplate suicide, Take a look at the knife/
Look to the future your brain is your weapon cause its the mental before physical that decides whether youre steppin/<<<<<illness

uppin dis for ma fam

dope dope dope dope dope Bmack that was some hot shit this was my favorite bar

Your Nothing and if you want a war with the mack/
I got the ammunition on my notepad ready cocked to fire back//

sick.................

thanx fam still uppin

uppin

lets battle. whoever