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Yo this is the 1st battle for Molten Keyz....peep both verse and then give your vote by replying to the post.....one vote each.......let battle commence!!!!!
1st up is Thadon41
An over confident mind will get you no-where
Ya see what I write and cant help but stare
Cant beleive what you read you got stunned RT
Im now feelin strong to devour you netcee
Take your last breathe coz Im bout to steal your light
Whatever ya type I demolish it weather it is or aint tight
So now its on its on so dont get confuse'
Coz playin' we aint,'gainst me you asking to loose
Whats this is to you is your vocals bein' murda'd
Whatever you done posted it just got churned up
Whatever you thought up is far out like George Lucas
Loose story lines,one word to describe it would be Mewkus
what if god was one of us, who'd he be?
Me coz surely to be you would be a firststate felony
Crucify you, I done strung you up RT
ya should retire now and get served wit ealry monrin' coffee
You ever see the all'mighty its said you'd lose your mind
See me you'd lose it all coz my comin's are hard n' well timed
Ya know Mk done forced this hatred sh-t on me,
So wit no choice I aint bringin' this it lightly
If you thinkin' bout victory, you must be crazy
Dont hate me, just treat me respectively
You thinkin' you got somethin', extraordinary
No RT basically ,you got nothin' on me see
Dubbed science God then you should dubb me Jesus
I hate if I must when battlin'you theres no need to be venemus
Coz RT dont bring nothin' except grama I bring ya drama
Ya little f-ck, I bust you wit a sledge hammer
I practice on you coz you's a wannabe petshop boy
Ya need lyrical toys coz ya depressive style brings no joy
Ya could be 5 or 6ft tall but I make ya feel shorter
you cant even be compared to the likes of Mr Denaun Porter
and here comes Rasta
This is my natural, innate, ambition/
A solo mission, I outshine, outmatch, and over run all the competition
Where's ya boys at, son, you gonna need some help, to beat the RT-1,u can't do
it by yaself
Ya insecurities are many, and the sums add up/Misogynist tendacies, you are an
average pup
I'm beyond the level, dirty dawgs like you exist on,/I could run the whole mfing
dis list on, ur pissed on,
And I persist to be primarily pissed off/U wanna drink, here's a
cocktail...Molitov-on the rocks/
Take it in, you know I win, I never lose on the mic/I'm too black, too real,
boi, and I'm too much for ya hype
I have a blackbelt in rhythm and a sound for all time/U shoulda stayed out MK,
I know u plan to resign.
By my design, back away, from the microphone/No sudden moves, junior 'cee, u
just might make it home
With ya bits and pieces of ya soul still intact/and realize I'm over wise, my
will might bring you back
Don't call it battle when I'm in the mix u know it's War/I'm gonna show you
so-called artists what this art is for
U basic bore, ya flows remind meof a minor chore/Not a pleasure, each measure's
worst than the last and before
I pass single syllables, put u in casts and slings/
No bling, I'll outspend ya a$$, u expend energies,
Try to flow too fast//U can't keep up with me, u have another class -U are a
student of me
My elfin counterpart, younger dumber sidekick friend, I keeps it on the real tip
so I don't have to pretend
I beat ya like I whup my kids, boi, you'll need a fresh start/To mend the
elements of ya rhymes, that I'm tearing apart
Ya static, erratic, ya stuck and can't move, another bruised teenybopper--way
too much sh!t to prove
U lookin' in the mirror and cannot stand what you see, can't land a single solid
blow against the Tech inside me
No one can save u from the nightmare of my total onslought, so g'head and spit
them rhymes ya phaggot daddies bought
U lack deep thoughts, you wade in shallow stagnant waters, /Ya folks wanted a
girl, so you they onlyest dauhgter
Dressed u up in girls clothes, phucked up ya tenda head, /That's why u grew up
wishing, hopin' that ya parents was dead
Ya credibility's under question, like ya abilities to cope
There's no hope, for you boi, cuz you's a typical dope
A maverick without scope, a common gutter joke
Underage, backstage, groopy behind the ropes
For the cage that holds you, son, there's no available help
I do not have to dis you Dun, becuz you dis yaself.
One ATLien
VOTE!!!!!!
1st up is Thadon41
An over confident mind will get you no-where
Ya see what I write and cant help but stare
Cant beleive what you read you got stunned RT
Im now feelin strong to devour you netcee
Take your last breathe coz Im bout to steal your light
Whatever ya type I demolish it weather it is or aint tight
So now its on its on so dont get confuse'
Coz playin' we aint,'gainst me you asking to loose
Whats this is to you is your vocals bein' murda'd
Whatever you done posted it just got churned up
Whatever you thought up is far out like George Lucas
Loose story lines,one word to describe it would be Mewkus
what if god was one of us, who'd he be?
Me coz surely to be you would be a firststate felony
Crucify you, I done strung you up RT
ya should retire now and get served wit ealry monrin' coffee
You ever see the all'mighty its said you'd lose your mind
See me you'd lose it all coz my comin's are hard n' well timed
Ya know Mk done forced this hatred sh-t on me,
So wit no choice I aint bringin' this it lightly
If you thinkin' bout victory, you must be crazy
Dont hate me, just treat me respectively
You thinkin' you got somethin', extraordinary
No RT basically ,you got nothin' on me see
Dubbed science God then you should dubb me Jesus
I hate if I must when battlin'you theres no need to be venemus
Coz RT dont bring nothin' except grama I bring ya drama
Ya little f-ck, I bust you wit a sledge hammer
I practice on you coz you's a wannabe petshop boy
Ya need lyrical toys coz ya depressive style brings no joy
Ya could be 5 or 6ft tall but I make ya feel shorter
you cant even be compared to the likes of Mr Denaun Porter
and here comes Rasta
This is my natural, innate, ambition/
A solo mission, I outshine, outmatch, and over run all the competition
Where's ya boys at, son, you gonna need some help, to beat the RT-1,u can't do
it by yaself
Ya insecurities are many, and the sums add up/Misogynist tendacies, you are an
average pup
I'm beyond the level, dirty dawgs like you exist on,/I could run the whole mfing
dis list on, ur pissed on,
And I persist to be primarily pissed off/U wanna drink, here's a
cocktail...Molitov-on the rocks/
Take it in, you know I win, I never lose on the mic/I'm too black, too real,
boi, and I'm too much for ya hype
I have a blackbelt in rhythm and a sound for all time/U shoulda stayed out MK,
I know u plan to resign.
By my design, back away, from the microphone/No sudden moves, junior 'cee, u
just might make it home
With ya bits and pieces of ya soul still intact/and realize I'm over wise, my
will might bring you back
Don't call it battle when I'm in the mix u know it's War/I'm gonna show you
so-called artists what this art is for
U basic bore, ya flows remind meof a minor chore/Not a pleasure, each measure's
worst than the last and before
I pass single syllables, put u in casts and slings/
No bling, I'll outspend ya a$$, u expend energies,
Try to flow too fast//U can't keep up with me, u have another class -U are a
student of me
My elfin counterpart, younger dumber sidekick friend, I keeps it on the real tip
so I don't have to pretend
I beat ya like I whup my kids, boi, you'll need a fresh start/To mend the
elements of ya rhymes, that I'm tearing apart
Ya static, erratic, ya stuck and can't move, another bruised teenybopper--way
too much sh!t to prove
U lookin' in the mirror and cannot stand what you see, can't land a single solid
blow against the Tech inside me
No one can save u from the nightmare of my total onslought, so g'head and spit
them rhymes ya phaggot daddies bought
U lack deep thoughts, you wade in shallow stagnant waters, /Ya folks wanted a
girl, so you they onlyest dauhgter
Dressed u up in girls clothes, phucked up ya tenda head, /That's why u grew up
wishing, hopin' that ya parents was dead
Ya credibility's under question, like ya abilities to cope
There's no hope, for you boi, cuz you's a typical dope
A maverick without scope, a common gutter joke
Underage, backstage, groopy behind the ropes
For the cage that holds you, son, there's no available help
I do not have to dis you Dun, becuz you dis yaself.
One ATLien
VOTE!!!!!!
