THE UN-SKRYPTED TRUTH

W-A-R-L-O-R-D-S!!!!!!!!! im ill with the metaphors-hardkore-you apeal to def people for real im herd like JEHOVAH’S WITNESS’S door to door-
spit chain reactions-link verbs pain in consitant action-you wouldnt be half of me even if you tried to simplfy the differntial franction-
the crew didn't ask me to do this i took my own perogotive-the only time kids say UN-SKRYPTED is ill... is when his aids result’s come out positive-
rain on your parade when i spit monsoon waether- with the force of a typhoon or better-been held back but now im going postal M.K.C might as well be local chain~letters-
i script it -and ripped it -the UN-SKRYPTED- tried to kill me in rhyme- wont happen....
that’s something you couldnt act out if you mimed-
rappen- like you gave head to your whole crew now i understand what happened-why your lips loosly flappen-
my crew to sick-when i spit-this wack ass rapper wouldnt cough up a line if i put him in the hymlic-
say what you have to but nobody thinks you tight- diss me but you only live in my shadow....when will you see the light?
but now i understand it and grant it you can hate- my rhymes to heavy for you ....your avatar even says you a middle weight-
profound- with words you couldnt sound- and you dissed me?
your ass sound woarse then haven terrets syndrome at a spelling B-
i aint seen death-and my last will be like my first breath just a laugh cause even if you killed me my ego would find you with it’s 6th sense-
your life is fabric-you soft sponsor downy you lil faget cause you sure as hell dont want stattic-
calling that shit the PERFECT DISS- is just dissing yourself your 50 % percent a real m.c. cause only half those punchlines hit-
im twice as nice as you when it come’s to rap-a NATIVE AMERICAN here ...so im INDIANgiven your wack tracks-back-
to where they belong-that weak shit can be found in a goneria infected ass wearing a thong-and still wouldn’t be a tight song-
kid i punch~lines with all of my might-you couldn't get "SIGNED" if a mute was trying to say you was hype-
i dont need the anthem i dont need to be featured-i play the game you dream of being able to try out for when you sit in the bleachers-
you herd them herbs WORDPERFECT wekll im a new rendition-this the second time i ruined your dreams in battle and when i revoked your Warlord AUDITION.
an i read your track you got metaphors in- but you preaching to the wrong quier like satanic mourmins-
NEXT TIME YOU COME AT US DAWG IM BURNING YOU WITH NO FLAME-AND IM TIGHTER THEN YOU UNSKRYPTED,,,,UNSKRYPTED,,,,,UNSKRYPTED NOW LIKE YOUR SONG I MENTIONED NAMES.

this is in repsonce to unskrypteds
Perfection Presents : An Un-Skrypted Diss to War