RapLyrics Strikes Back At IKC 

RapLyrics Strikes Back At IKC

Intergalactic, sounds like your back with the vengeance
Or is it just insecurity with intelligence
The lack there of, even if you sleep with a thesaurus
Your rhymes are weak like Sponge Bob, openly porous
You ooze and leak the prophetic stink
Of every hairy arse like you, the missing link
I think you should jump back and watch your step
Or come out lookin like you were rode hard, put away wet
At one time we were united, the whole game was excited
Returned from hiatus, and it seems you have decided
To change course, fury in a new direction
Coming at me? You best blast your own reflection
Before you get burnt, more lessons yet to be learned
Same for me, coalitions should be better discerned
And earned instead of granted, my words are heavy-handed
Leave scars in the places where my punches have landed
Permanently you will bear witness to the fitness
Of my verbal agitation, cut you down with the quickness
My immortal blade coming at you from every angle
You never thought it would come to this, but here we tangle
Wrangle your hands but my Apocalypse will stand
As testament to the rule of one man on the land
Leave you branded, forever wear my mark
Everyone will see the weakling that Lyricist ripped apart
From my throne survey the devastation on your face
Quivering at the knees, realize this is only a taste
Of my power unleashed, how far can I reach
Deadly and venomous when cornered, I must proceed
To the aftermath fire reigns down, wherever you travel
The forked tongue in flames, cut down for the babble
Reduced to nothin all because you came back frontin
I always go for the touchdown, you always just puntin
But for lingering, Im guilty of the triple-twelve style
So I give the floor back to wanna-be 8-mile
And let him blow some more Shady all over this stack
Or are you too busy with the Mr. Marshall Mathers nut sack?

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Comment Hold on...is this thing working? I got somoething for that fake ass wangsta. hold me.... One to many keg stands got his perception sketchy>In a battle I know nothing about and gettin' testy>Flow swappin, no chris poppin', no wrist watchin'>Too broke to cop sprewells for street choppin'>And too fed up from hearing wanna-be's yappin'>About one step away from turnin' rappin' to clip-clappin'>The radio's already filled with to many fake Ho's>Ready to suck a dick to go out on fake shows>IKC sound like he's got one stuck in his throat>Broke off side ways at the wind pipe and yall knows>That a head in the cloud leaves theribs open for blows>From unknown, cocky ass rappers just like Boe>Bet>You won't see me tip-toe thru ya set>Sneek up and push my blade under ya vest>right in tha chest>Pull it back bloody and wet>I make it hard for another motherfucker to test>Hunger got my stomach hurtin' and my vision hazey>If my gravey train don't come soon I'll go crazy>Your the last fake MC that's unable to see me>I make it hot enough in this bitch to melt Jezzy>

Tue Jan 3, 2006 2:33 pm MST by Boe

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