Royal Rumble

**Dirty Villain** · 01-10-2002

Rasta where you from homes? You in the dirty south? Im guessen you from the ATL right, i know some girls down there, But you aint from Norleans are you?

Anyways strait out the box i put this song together, rap it fast and let it blast!

competition, lyrical inflection
fukcen niggas up this is my addiction
never made it fiction
my diction creates lyrical dereliction
like ronald nixon skipped conviction
i skip affliction and infections
stand up on stage and get what you missen
stop reminiscen and candy kissen
you all bout bitchen and dissen
but you know im striat up dismissen
grab my artillery and bust your body into debris
im that emcee that will make your body flee into insanity
your humanity stands no chance against my stance
so i leave em in a trance of romance
i advance, enhance faster than a glance
confounding I know but profounding more though
a perpectual Intelectual made into a professional

IM OUT! I needa finish it though, still needs some tweeken.

**Trouble** · 01-10-2002

now villain that was the dogs d*ick!! I like that sh*t !!

**science of self** · 01-11-2002

Phuck creative juices, my sh!t is adrenaline laced in my plasma-My jaws are known to leak molten magma-I see alot of marginal new jacks on the thread-No mental nutritional value for the heads-Instead, off the head I`m forever off the chains-Inflammatory propane verses,high octane-My brain is derived of supreme intelligence-I`ve dominated forums in the past and present tense-Hense forth I`m your dictator,I rule with absolute tyranny-Any mention of your skills is a distant memory-Remember me like you`ve consumed ginko biloba-My blows to your dome causes cerebal hemotomas-Supernovas result when I ponder my next line-Unlimited potential is found within my mind-My mental ability,I have hardly scratched the surface-Resistence is futile,nah it`s phuking worthless-

peace

**thadon41** · 01-11-2002

Nice man. One question tho'...whats 'ginko boliba'?

**science of self** · 01-11-2002

Ginko Giloba is a memory enhancing herb.

**thadon41** · 01-11-2002

I'll have to remember that ..

So how long you been, writing man? (gotta ask

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**science of self** · 01-11-2002

I`ve been writing since High School 86`(old man).

Now I make tracks and freestyle on the net with you cats.I come off agressive `cause this is sorta like my "record deal".This is my platform to get busy!!!

I must say that you got better with your writing and subject matter.

**RastaTech** · 01-11-2002

Every time you phaggots spit, it shows RT is supreme/Simpleton proclamations, hopelessly inbetween/somewhat worthless and then, again, completely whack/I'm describing where ya para-rhyming skills are at/And what you lack is raw talent/no voice of your own/u need to get off the computer, use an analog phone/dial 911/cuz ya verse is in some serious sh!t/it takes my single SWAT team to dismember u-trick/u temper ya style, too-scared to go all out/it is obvious what ya stylo is all about/u rhyme, wasting ya time, bit too many lines/u opine, but you are blind, so u always will find/that your an neo-freak, cyberdrone, wannabe techno geek/u have entered my realm, I built RT from scratch/y'all want to preach, but cannot teach cuz u r losing this match/I'm in a purplish patch/I crack ya pitiful flows/I remain unconvinced-but that's the way hate goes/when these bows connect with your skull and neck/I physically let you know how I demand respect/u infect, claim a benevelent force/i rock the boat much harder/while ya floating off course/the morse code i hear you sending is an SOS/your ship is going down dick-i'm the sourse of ya stress/in scientific terms u are negligible/insignifcant at best/u are miserable/unable to test/can't rise to this occasion/ya game is a sun-dried california raisin'/u still sellin' nics/while my keys maintain/i twist epic Southern tales, call me RT-Twain/unlike other battles where I had respect for them cats/i swat u roach emcee insects with disrespectable bats/i'm where it's at/essentially on top of my game/you's a bottom-feeding scavenger, bound for no fame