with a pen and a pad I'll destroy you quicker/
That's like sodium and hydrogen: an explosive mixture/
While you raise tempers I'm raising blood Hg (Hg = mercury)
levels/
Injections from the pen, few men can revel/
In my presence. My effervescence has you stressing a grip/
I'll take this cowhide's face, dry it up, then rip/
You compare me to Jesus for my skill's limitless/
If you take a picture it'll be one of a few hallow images/
These verses are my scriptures, my skill, proof of divinity/
Me, the mic and my pen: the Holy Trinity/
You're Helen Keller trying to trap this wild horse in a stable/
Turn you from storyteller into one of Aesop's fables.

First things first ur second verse was Worse than your first
Like you were birthed with a curse to just work in reverse
watch my words merk and insert your third to a hearse
Leave that shit LIMP and dead Like I went berzerk & murdered a DURST
if ur scared go to church... better yet cop you a BIZKIT
Dont mean a gun, I mean a buscuit to sop up this sick shit
I been spittin' since this bitch was still just an infant....
Sheeeiit.....Creative Writing can't help up against this beast in his prime
David and Goliath, round two, but The Giant reigns 2 thousand and nine
Better believe I aint lyin' I'm a Tyrant and I am violently dictating my rhyme
a bit of a mixture of Hitler and Stalin combined,
opressin' the minds...
of mostly weak rappers, turned spoken wordsmen and such
I heard Ur doomed verse over a beat and I give you my word, Man it Sucked
and speakin of sucked, your above verse wasn't tuff
So it's time Lord_Meth and Llyric, quickly jump off your nuts
L.yrically L.ame -son of a bitch- Y.ou R.eally I.sn't C.reative
LORD knows there's a METHOD to my madness so he stepped in and made it
All powerful, All knowing, Lets just say it's Omni Potent
You milked hiphop for what it's worth you jacked its ROOTS and then you CLONED it
But I'm Holden Caufield in this rappin' shit and Im exposin' you fake Phony's
CATCH me with a bottle of RYE and a mac & clip Blowin' U away Tony-
Montana Style... Scarface with a Keloid
Self concious of my scar, made a LethaFace partially Eboyd
You'll never understand my psychodynamics keep dreaming You Sig Freud
I'm ILLUSTRIOUS and STICK UP KIDs who try to Play me, I'll Never Be Toy'd
And thats word To Big Noyd... just incase you didn't catch that
I'm HipHop All day From T-Dot to LEFRAK
A'ight, I'll leave it at that it aint much but then again E wasn't much Compe-
tition now watch him go missin'..... I think He got Hoffa'd

it depends on how he pronounces it, it does sort of rhyme and it might rhyme a lot better with his accent.

thats cuz i was make n vs. my concept 4 dat verse lol but i aint trip n

u got that from virtuoso's song man of the hour
u jus flipped some of it around

lol god damn i was in the zone back then, i have to get back into that.

That diss was a monster

and my recent best was in the battle with Pnoble and NtG

to an emcee you show no likeness/
i'm about to break it down real slow like this/
your name is EmSeed 'cause i sent you to EMS/
and the rest is 'cause you get schooled. don't PMS/
i leave my Mark everywhere i go/
every time i flow emcees know that EmSeed can't go/
toe to toe with this lyrical fitness instructor/
i break down your structure and i lyrically Nip Tuck ya/
my cardio-linguistics leave emcees ballistic/
*with cryptic, mystic lyrics apocalyptic/
c, i stitch mcs, rip a cat w/o pity. lypo-lyric Cy-/*
Young acting MCs, leaving my clip empty. why?/
do cats even try to test me?/
i flip words prefectly, and no that was no mistake G/
because i'm the prefect of this hip hop business/
flipping my lyrics endless with lyrical bendage/
just so you can bandage your rhymes when i'm done sanding/
mine into shape. for goodness sake i'm divine/
anatomically anagram any asshole alive/
especially emcees like EmSeed won't survive/
i'll take his iliopsoas muscles out with a slate/
rip them up and scramble them on my dinner plate/
*i pile mad* MCs up, you *see,* they're just *so-so*/
especially this cat with no rhymes, no flow/
so next time think twice before you try to test me/
'cause i'm schooling all emcees trying to get testy.

* = anagram

this...

"c, i stitch mcs, rip a cat w/o pity. lypo-lyric Cy-/"

is an anagram for this...

"-with cryptic, mystic lyrics apocalyptic/"

which means if you switch the letters around on one, you can get the other.

this is also an anagram:

-"i pile mad," "see," "so-so"

with...

-"EmSeed," "illiopsoas"

its NtG back to rip, my flow is imacculate,
your rhymin scheme seems to be quite inaccurate,
your lackin it, ive had this thing locked since round 1,
dissin me is a sin, go repent like a coward nun,
you're done, im cookin you like beef, medium rare,
say a prayer, i must of been one of those many lost heirs,
cuz now the king has returned, sucka mcs ima burn,
when will they learn? that to me theyre no concern,
its my turn, time to start the revolution,
my resolution is to keep your head in constant revolutions,
your spinnin, this battle im winnin,
ive had you lost since the beginning,
got you grinnin, like "damn how did he think of this fury"
youve lost your game, i can comapre you to Starbury,
check your status, son, i am the baddest,
i wrote my rhymes while under a stratus
ive had this, bitch stuck in coma
until he woke up to an unpleasent aroma,
it was my words on fire, lyrical talent was sprayin,
fake mcs like you PNoble, i be slayin,
okay then, i think ive got my point across,
mutha fucka your wacker than RICK ROSS,
get lost, im the boss, call me Dr. Robotnik,
your gettin tossed, lyrical lacrosse, now show me what you got, trick,

ayo u think we cool now but i aint ya boy
I got 100 bars of death but i aint ya boy/
I coach the best ballers in the game like Mike Brown
in the Chi, i hit hard with da bears like Mike Brown/
im masculant wit my gats,i be flex n wit chrome
get him brainwashed wit a blood bath 2 his dome/
ill make dis pussy take mo shots den missionary
shots turn his identification to his obituary/
da message is weapons no question u can't handle my methods
u shoulda quit battle n me in da second round,like meth did/
now, your Finished,Understand Coward, Know the Basics
Occupying Specificly, Tearing Old Noobs wit greatness/
you'll be Gone into Oblivion, i'll Control yo mind state
then Annihilate it Violently, make u bow to your Sensei/
im on the corner like a vertex, shoot n so u next
chop yo girl 2 pieces, find her eggs ina birds nest/
so, bring conflicts?i 'll knockout yo conscious
im coo wit 2 L's u can call me Todd smith/
My gats a dick 4 dis pussy, so if you wanna mess wit me
i'll stick it in and bust but give him opposite of pregnancy/
i take niggas 2 da store when i spit my hardest
cuz i gotta Big K and im aim n at targets/
u think now u spit n hot? i will make your Game stop
im da king, no burger u just in a pawn shop/
elvis flow, king when im rock n and roll n
a child of destiny im like kelly rowland/
i'll rip yo throat out and hang it on yo family tree
cuz dis clip gone shut u down like bulls in game 3/
ima ruthless nigga, i'll torture you like saw
pistol whip yo mouth and make u swallow yo jaw/
im in da streets, gat cocked like new era's
u a bitch plus yo flow all ass like vida guerra/
if u tough enough like Maven, get a 9 and pop it
and i'll cut yo man hood like lorena bobbit/
u aint a real big nigga u guerrilla black
punch you in da back, snap yo spinal cord in half/
push the jag, blast the macks, i relax, u collapse
and in rap, i'll attack, make it fast but rip yo ass/
stay in yo position, lyrically u a baby bro
i ball wit big niggas u mugsy im mutumbo/
but im not injured, i'll make smoke come out like freezer's
knock yo hair off, call the trigger alopecia/
get n happy ova a verse but ina battle u a dull lame
i'll rip yo skin off, make u rep juelz for the skull game/
no name or known lame i'll pour pain in yo dull brain
kill yo self like cobain or i'll expload wit mo flames/
We all in yo funeral, mourning your last night
i got niggas suited up like it was draft night/
open up da casket, mouth stuffed with led pipes
laugh durring service, there eyes coverd in sad fright
i pulls somethn out my bag, tell the pastor its important
put yo bodyparts on da keyboard, tell em play dem organs/
take pictures of the body then leave to the fast lane
they look closer, they c yo face covered in smoke like ash tray's/
im 2 sick u toothless u not benoit im da rabid beast
if u my father shots on yo chest will make u a dead beat/
dis battle i got it still
show the eagle and break the eye off yo top,Trust god like a dollar bill/