T and Word, on a suicidal mission,
We join together, packing heat, like nuclear fission,
in an urban jungle, we aim the laser beam,
take down your whole team, look in the gutter,
a fuckin blood stream,
I don't feel guilt when I strike down competitors,
without any remorse, the perfect lyrical predator,
Genetically modified, I feel no shame,
After your weak attack, I'll baptise you in flames,
I'm on this rap, I've got ya learnin,
Straight gold shit, is what i'm servin,
so when i'm pimpin and pervin,
swerving in my chevvy suburban,
Think, it's your crib that's next in line for a burnin,
i'll throw your rhymes out at angles like rainbows to prizms,
draw strength from eternal skills and infinite wisdom,
I got the knowledge to beat you down in the dirt,
prep your makeup, hand bag and your skirt,
cos when i'm done with you, you'll need a new job,
You won't MC, you'll become a woman, to feed you must rob,
or sell your shitty ass on the street,
you stare into my eyes and lose years of sleep,
a cold-blooded killa that you wish you didn't meet,
now tell your homies to back the fuck off,
before they get smacked the fuck down, and shut the fuck up,
They roll up on me in a transit van,
Back the fuck up, Or become a victim of a dead man

A genetically modified killa,
You won't find another MC that is iller,
like a catapillar, turning into a butterfly,
but a reverse curse, a soldja ready to die,
They switched my DNA,
Like LL Cool J,
I can smell out ya shit rhymes, one mile away,
Wack MCs be my Prey,
Pray muthafucka,
Our father who art in heaven,
That aint gonna take the sting out of the beatin that ya gettin,
Hallowed be thy name,
A bath by flame, all blood tastes the same,

Listen up!
blue high octane fuel pumps through my veins,
Warmin'up my engine when you speak my name in vain,
I explode on your brain like cocaine laced with propane,
You think you rock the mic, bitch you are tame,
only looking for fame and some one to blame,
when T is knocking at yo' do',
Aint the po' po' but I'm strapped wit a Fo' Fo',
You better duck before cock squeeze then blow holes in yo' torso

WORD
yeah im suicidal-and much woarse-
my own rival- and setting a kamakazie's coarse-
to cast the whole planet to hell-when i acapell-the bible-
call the florist-i leave rappers bench pressen daisy's with no remoarse just contorment--
me and T submergen-the disburson-punchlines to flatlines on rappers who want it ...they careers dead.....we killen you in third person-
and been doin this since ricki ricardo WAS ON I LOVE LUCY-
in battles rappers call they dawgs they cats...realize they whole squad pussy-
it's cultural genocide-cause your whole squad of UNCLE TOM'S call you a fake nigga on the side-
wanna B'S through it up like that your mob- a bunch of bitches that suck so bad they 9 to 5 is a blow job-
who NEXT- to meet me in a BACKSTREET- but AZYET- i aint ever seen defeat- from a thug dressed like NYSNC=
i show kids the definition of m.c.-
drop the bomb cause collabing with i am POUND multiplied BY 2
which makes me TnT-see?
FUCKIN with HIT PARADE could leave you DICK heads SERADE-
a metaphor in a metaphor so if i take it easy on you that's my pimp game and serinade-before i fuck you you next hook be yelling my name-
the only thing that go pop is your ear drum- when we let the cd run-and RE~RUN 9 REWINDS to fuck up your GOOD TIMES-
thats probably over your head these fags is gased-with so many brown nosing bitches i should just shove a NISSLE TOE in my ass-
the media 's some tv,dvd thug wanna b's get bitched slaped in rap .....call me SHAFT-
you cant flow so before you face me puchase a rubber raft- and a paddle cause in battle i drown thess kids fast-
you aint the man just a masculine lesbian dressed in drag-
that claim blood using a red bandana to cmaoflauge when you on the rag-
sun i rep my crew like my areas code and i have to represent-
fucken up the game woarse then SCHWARTENAEGER'S accent-
so fuck they faget with ghostwriters trying to mime-
fuck with me if you want but ill fuck your grill up and give you a kriss kross of lil jon and ol dirty's gum lines-
trying to say POUND and PERFECT is weak on sample- will get you trampled- rated right next to a video featuring NELLY FURTADO and NELLY-coll0- produced by AKINEYLE.

meh.. not bad.
what do you want your new name to be, i did win our battle?
get at me and ill get it changed for you.

__________________

yo that shit was tight

Up

Dont sleep

very nice drop. i liked both verses alot but my fav line was from word perfect..."in battles rappers call they dogs they cats...realize they whole squad pussy" that was a great line. personally i think you coulda worded it a lil better but still excellent. keep spittin...


also could you peep myshit?http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=39624

Shit was nice as usual

I always enjoy reading some LoL

Thought we was gonna collab some time or another

But your boy T Pound brought it

Just like Me & You used to do last year

Out my nigga

~1~

PHRANTIK CHAQNGE MY NAME TO LOSY HIS MIND OR MAKENG KNOW CENTZ I RESPECT YOUR VICTORY T DID EXCELLENT IN THIS PEACE AND MASTER BLASTER YOU MY DAWG GET AT ME

uppin

i was feelin da shit, both of u ripped it up, nice drop

Cheers Peep this

What? Man your a dumb fuck.

P.S. Change your name you bitting faggot.