diss to this Chaos Theory kid Semantics from freestyling.com...of course we still takin over...this is a 45 min. script +30 min. to mix and get a intro from yall boy Low…i wanna redo this
underground battle battle
Chaos Theory (hehehehee)…why cuz if u stage-bound/ A riot might break out?
…As nine lames who came…out try ta find escape routes?/
Never will u play crowds outside of here ya fake sounds/
Ought be cryin tears…on the break down/
…I’m an amateur at grabbin the mic/
…That got me rhymin atcha ass w/in a inch of ur life/
…U peep my diss ur gonna see why with/
A beat like this…nobody gotta pre-write SHIT/
Except apparently u don’t even know how ta diss/
…Only way I aint the man is that ta have ur first battle WITH/
…There aint a asshole here could flow with me/
Next time I say battle just say El Paso…and I’ll know whatchu mean/
…This loss’ll break ya heart in three go score a song in R&B/
U even bitten Whitney’s “Every woman it’s all in me”/
Pussy!…I’m only talkin loosely when u called mc’s/
“It’s one thing”…we all can agree- that u lost ta me/
(HOOK)
Merge collective forces go to church or get ya crosses/
Cautious…yall know cuz we aint search the net for losses/
…Words’ll getcha nauseous then take a stand/
…Raise ya hand…I never gave a damn bout the fate of man/
…Much as grains of sand…my name should be Abraham/
U missed the sonning, u must be eatin crunchy raisin bran/
Once ya flow is beaten there aint no allegiance/
They less revolted ta see it if u should pick ur nose & eat it/
Laws I set for voting is the second o’ motion (/emotion)/
Upset or coping…u can’t even contend wit the notion/
……That while ya freestyle’s the equivalent of improv comedy mine is heat/
Kick shit so dirty on this cipher beat when I’m complete I’ll wipe my feet/
Like I’ma cheat…I’m wiping up more rings than a bar towel/
…On the ground all round u gonna argue bout a hard foul/
U part of the wrong bout…
So when I block ur shots it shock ur sockets dodgin lunging punches throws ya arms out/
(HOOK)
U stepped in smart……cooool cuz if u prepped ur art/
Itd be a waste of time like makin sure ur shirts is pressed n starched/
Before this rips ur chest apart…u got a HEAD start; check the charts/
U best ta shop ur demo at a restaurant/
…U’d rather wait don’t hate ta rate my track as past the date/
Call it like ur bragged status fashionably late/
…This rap shit nowadays IS all about Some-Antics praise him/
I’m glad u made it long enough to suck congradulations/
U fuckin wack with aliases…a Sooped Ego Kool Keith/
Not one for Semantics with his loosely speakin pulled teeth/
Comin off the top…where the rhymes is held/
…Like hella-cops propelled to lock my ass in jail cuz I rock so well/
Whatchu drop is felled…all our comp comp-Ell’d/
Urs just crumble out the box like store bought & cheap taco shells/
…Corny live spittin kind won’t admit it/
I could ignore the time limit; Rhymes written in 45 minutes/
