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The Ultimate Battle(peep)
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had a nightmare-the battle began- lyrical warfare- across the land- the stage was the earths span-
in the booth all we had was a mic- a copywrite-and the gaurentee of death if we didnt keep the croud hype-while the population watched us via satellite- on tv dvd and mp3 websites- downloading at 333 giggabytes-off internet sites-aight then who the up to spit with spite-but the ultimate opponenet- lucifer himself makes since dont it- im blessed the god of rhyme levels- he's the devel -opposite components- he started off with a song- from his album the NECRONOMICON- awaiting for me to respond- i spit a verse on BABYLON- that ended callen him a pussy that should rap with a tampon- next up he spoke of an INFERNO and setting flames to the globe-so i resighted the book of job- my faith in rhymes recreated NOAH ARK see this kid does has flows- he getting desperate went commercial and used marylin manson- so again i superceeded his thoughts and advancement- as a responce he came at me with subliminal messages- from judas priest and more loaded passages- but see the god m.c. refuses to fold-and retaliated in ARMAIC wearing one of JESUS'S ROBES- and then told-how the human manifold-will never carrode-the alliance in his defianse-as we consume his throne- at this point im in the zone- as masses bowed to my microphone-then we skipped into another episode- deep in a volcano- with multan lava rock- in the midst of purgatory where the spittage temperetly got hot-he hit me with wrath,sadomy,- greed,pride and gluttony- vengence and envy- then offered me eternity- as the illset m.c. -which I am… so he couldn’t temp me- quite simply- the god overcame trial in tribulations- with faith despite mind manipulation- and physical mutations-to bring the invocations- of angels upon satans- on mic implications- refusen to fall but adapt to three season- birth life, bring light, and give illumination in white to jesus with good reason-we are his legion. Alas the devil himself uttered- a stutter- and fell forfeit- and before I awoke I told him the power of god’s mic aint the force to war wit-woke up and thats it. |
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