Quote (MP5 @ Fri, 21 Aug 2009, 22:41)
One time 4 your mind, one time,
Battlephobia spittin' 99,
99 bars to explain the way that you are,
Bout to choke? I recommend a little R & R,
Against lyrical mayhem, you're just a sacrificial lamb,
Style's natural, yours artificial man,
So if ya call me out to fight, ya finna think twice,
Snatch up the mic, realize this is real life,
While you're preoccupied throwin' blunt lies,
I'll retaliate with guns and scythes,
Leavin' ya blinded and cross-eyed, it's nothin' personal,
Just spittin’ arsenals at your sarcophagus when I feel it,
Launchin' pencils to ya oculus and esophagus, I kill it,
Bitin' lyrics? That's your own business,
But on stage, it's just us and The God MC as our witness,
Comebacks listless, school's back in session, alright first lesson,
Never assault someone strapped with a Smith and Wesson,
Tactically half steppin', last second and you'll be half guessin',
It's judgment day, I'm snappin' whack emcee's vertebrae’s,
Slappin' spinal cords, destination titled morgue,
Homicidal hordes, decapitatin' violently via vital swords,
Rivals idled fours, decade later and I'm still on tour,
Everybody hit the floor, it's game over,
Stealth gunnin' like The Hunt for Red October,
Ayo bipolar, mention my name on record,
Better be prepared to exit framed to a stretcher,
Mastered and measured, never sent an empty threat,
Best believe I'll make your forehead trickle till it's wet,
Disconnect and dissect what's left of ya lexical dialect,
People check the sequel, round two explanin' why we're still not equal,
Peaceful gone evil, armed lethal, weapon-like needles,
Sendin' the opposition into a fetal position, word choice was your decision,
Listen as I battle rhythms, political with the cataclysms,
Buddhism with the dharma, karma without repercussions,
Mentality crushin', deliverin' brain concussions like it's nothin',
It's always somethin' with the rebels,
Like that Nu Jerzey Devil, BWS still tryna cop my level,
Like G-G-G-G G-Unit, just to name several,
50, Whoo, Yayo, Spider, and Lloyd warmin' the bench,
Sidelined while I storm the tenth (yard),
Battlephobia got you seein' stars...
^ Was trying to make it into a song (Hip-Hop),
but I got lazy and didn't feel like creating a chorus and instrumentals.
It was ok. I'm a little biased against it though because I don't like rap/hip-hop