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posted: 07-22-2002 07:29 PM |
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TaLi RodrigueZ
Top 5 Dead Or Alive !!
Registered: Sep 2000
Location: ATL/OHIO...Depends when you catch me..
Posts: 6175
Status: Offline
Interests:
Logically picking apart every aspect of your poorly constructed arguments...
Favorite Artist:
Pun
Favorite Quote:
Gimme a camera and a monkey suit and it's a done deal - Kasper
AOL: RaLi TodrigueZ
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Unreal vs. Cold Hearted Bastard
I smack authors & rap warlords to tag corpses/
collapse ya fortress & oral orifice like gag orders/
Un punches above kids, adjust the flow fa dumb fucks/
so now I toss it plain I'm off tha chain like broken nunchuks/
getcha ears struck, far worse than being pierced up/
overdose on dope ya flow is mostly rollin out ya tear ducts/
I crush kids, & bust quicka like uzis versus muskets/
uppercuts bust lips, grind ya gums with your bicuspids/
I'm Ruthless like tha Sox after tradin Babe to tha Yanks/
I can bust half assed, spray you with blanks, still makin you faint/
the reputation preceeds, the devestation's excessive/
I'm harda den finding flamin asbestos/
harda den wearin cleats on the beach & tryin to moonwalk/
the U talks the true dark see through to Cold's true Heart/
to pummel you, I used to hit ya mom's up wonderful/
check tha video that's her ass moonin you, while I'm 'sunnin' you/
the man you most hate, the man ya daddy's only daughter calls nice/
bringin saws to take ya fingers off like frost bite/
cuz my violent mind unsilenced combined with rhymes/
makes rappaz dash in multiples like a hyphen times a minus sign/
the brilliance is unmatched, none can answer the challenge/
my IQ is off the charts like a Canibus album/
Cold Heart gets FUBAR'd with a few bars you'll be charged/
I bring a death chill to ya C without the P.R./
in rhyme laws I'm five stars, you three stars like Orion's Belt/
don't sweat it, my fire's felt whenever iron melts/
grim with the quotes, sickest approach/
listen to Cold actin like he can't be put to sleep you ain't Rza & Ghost/
I stick scissors in throats to make ya vocals on point/
but Un's raps/ they've been there, you under that like rockin dunce caps/
I bust back, on the double like guns grappled by Yun Fat/
turn you to bullet Chow after each lung gets one clap/
trust that, no matta ya depth, UnReal's deepa/
the thrill killa, I get fanmail from the Grim Reapa...
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Grendel's Ish'
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Last edited by TaLi RodrigueZ on 01-07-2003 at 10:13 PM
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posted: 01-07-2003 10:14 PM |
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TaLi RodrigueZ
Top 5 Dead Or Alive !!
Registered: Sep 2000
Location: ATL/OHIO...Depends when you catch me..
Posts: 6175
Status: Offline
Interests:
Logically picking apart every aspect of your poorly constructed arguments...
Favorite Artist:
Pun
Favorite Quote:
Gimme a camera and a monkey suit and it's a done deal - Kasper
AOL: RaLi TodrigueZ
In My CD
A
Bunch
Of
Instru
Mentals
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So Ill
My style's bangin like the bass of the beat/
unless you like the taste of defeat, I suggest a hasty retreat/
& neva show ya face in the states, radio stations stage or the streets/
burn up ya notebooks pages & sheets/
pay with ya life & save the receipts/
I'm taxin cats & havin the baddest rappaz lookin' amazingly weak/
couldn't even vaguely compete/
I'm swingin' swords so strong it's still slashin' you with the blade in the sheath/
show up at ya wake with a wreath/ & ya family can't believe
how the slaughta came with no Grace relief/ singin Amazin Grief/
my basic instinct's to make ya mouth cave in & crease/
take a punch, swallow ya tongue & chase it with teeth/
I'm so insanely great with the speech/
that they oughta make a holiday outta my album's date of release/
playaz Trail like Portland while I Blaze in the lead/
goin off like hair triggaz with the safety released/ I'm so ill...
Verse2:
It's only obvious my ghost reconaissance expose the cowardice/
of those whose flow is powerless, formerly showin confidence/
get blown & chopped to bits/ new abode's a body splint/
you couldn't hold a bullet up to my unholy armaments/
my home's a monument upon a floatin' continent/
what you call the sky is study for our oceanographers/
above the globe I'm watchin' this, lowly populous/
of emcees swearin' they're threatnin' when they're so innocuous/
& oblivious to their own incompetence/
but in the post apocalypse I'm leavin tombstones anonymous/
my vocal box erupts/ with the graphic imagery,
so optic oval sockets bust after my photo-phonics thrust/
the moment's ominous when you challenge the soul that's ponderous/
mine is impossible to kill like tryin' to choke an octopus/
weak rappaz beware, zero's the tolerance/
I'm soakin' kids leavin em coated with corosive vomit spit (I'm so ill)....
__________________
AuDiOs...Edumacate Yourself!
Grendel's Ish'
CLICK HERE TO SEE A CRACKHEAD GET HIS ASS BEAT!!
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posted: 01-07-2003 10:16 PM |
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TaLi RodrigueZ
Top 5 Dead Or Alive !!
Registered: Sep 2000
Location: ATL/OHIO...Depends when you catch me..
Posts: 6175
Status: Offline
Interests:
Logically picking apart every aspect of your poorly constructed arguments...
Favorite Artist:
Pun
Favorite Quote:
Gimme a camera and a monkey suit and it's a done deal - Kasper
AOL: RaLi TodrigueZ
In My CD
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Bunch
Of
Instru
Mentals
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Vocal storming
downpouring, throat deformed from spittin heat out my neck/
replicate global warming, watch this herb shrivel from the greenhouse effect/
I could appear wack in only one way/
if my chemical makeup was similar to color scheme developments where red objects reflect red light waves/
absorbing all other illumination, thus I'd intake brilliance, illness/
to be instilled with, but shine off weakness in outer filament/
and y'all would accept this facade for your own ego fulfillment/
cuz UnReal'z skill is imminent, makin geniuses feel dense/
A lyricist at heart with wisdom swift that haunts/
Einstein Confucious & Plato, compared to me are at best idiot savants/
quite simply the greatest lyricist on this planet or any other you could imagine/
Sliders found in all parrallel dimensions only one constant happens/
when Un's rappin, he's the Man Behind the Sun/
experiment on captive emcees instillin brutal torture to amplify their lungs/
to help them last half a sec in the battle that's to come/
when signed I'll be a weapon controllin it's owner, his hand held by the gun/
spit so nastily a waste factory would actually sanitize my tongue/
it's divine shit when my lines hit, the Pope could cannonize the punch/
Richard's intwined in the rhyme depth as Un winds through time/
return with video footage proof ya mom's was a concubine of mine/
behold your own conception kid, I know it ain't fun fa you/
put her ass in the camera, have her 'moon'in you, while I'm 'sun'in you/
I'm diss - functional, wonderfully sharp arsenal/
that punctures you, crushin ya skeleton to dust particles/
remarkable, already lost like the Prodigal/
ride tracks like monorail from the monologue to epilogue phenominal/
you're humorous, quick to ruin shit/
like Christ rippin his wrists off the crucifix, taking the spear put through his ribs/
and usin it to murder all the Roman soldiers/ spittin venom like foamin cobras/
cruisin a ghandala down the river styx, ya soul gets chauffered/
so you know it's over, my flow's wreckin shit on the masses/
fuck medieval, I go straight Old Testament on your asses/
if yo fuck up, your whole family's gonna suffer/
stone ya wife & son up & feed the lions your mother/
tha mic bruiser, twice crucifer of Satan, double crossed Lucifer/
fuckin wit Un ya playin yaself like Zeus competin with Jupiter/
who in tha...FUCK thinks I'm not the nicest/
that I don't rock the cyphaz or pop the live shit, feel how hot the mic is/
you could throw it at icebergs & they'd skip straight to evaporation/
beyond calculation...FUCK blazin/
there's no terminology for the heat at which my flames ignite/
before restin God cups his hands into a "U" shape to pray at night/
behold, the closest thing to human divinity/
to walk this miserable planet in 2 times 10 centuries/
I tried ta GLOW on niggaz but their retinas can't handle more than light flickas/
that's why they find trife bitches illa, like Richard/
every defeat I've ever suffered's an abomination of cosmic proportion/
I'm surprised the distortion hasn't caused a chronological abortion/
where time wipes away existence/
and finds the lingering remnants of my presence to use for the new universe to begin with/
I'm seriously that gifted/
runnin ellipses around y'all with such swiftness you can't tell where I've started...just pray I'll end this...
I italicized that end shit, cuz not to be on my own dick but I can barely believe I said that shit....wow...
__________________
AuDiOs...Edumacate Yourself!
Grendel's Ish'
CLICK HERE TO SEE A CRACKHEAD GET HIS ASS BEAT!!
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posted: 01-07-2003 10:17 PM |
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TaLi RodrigueZ
Top 5 Dead Or Alive !!
Registered: Sep 2000
Location: ATL/OHIO...Depends when you catch me..
Posts: 6175
Status: Offline
Interests:
Logically picking apart every aspect of your poorly constructed arguments...
Favorite Artist:
Pun
Favorite Quote:
Gimme a camera and a monkey suit and it's a done deal - Kasper
AOL: RaLi TodrigueZ
In My CD
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Bunch
Of
Instru
Mentals
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Unreal vs. Rifleman
Real's rainin these sonics screamin patriot rockets/
rifle rounds can't intercept these shots, alias comets/
by the time it's over fuck names, you'll be changing genres/
proof of your talent's fiction like the existence of MABUS/
my flow is nice, you flaky as crushed & broken ice/
I know the price for beating you's complaints on how votes are sheist/
your comment's comical, jug'lar'z a joke, weak lungs get crunched/
I'm monstrous, smack you from 'cross the room like He Man with the Thunderpunch/
this punk is punished pummeled to pumice & put more undaground/
then fam's in southern towns watchin a hundred thousand funnel clouds touching down....
run for cover, that's my word/
your ass should learn to get taciturn or get slashed & burned/
like South American farmland, my style is too grimey/
I'm new millenium I.A., your style is "too-90's"/
do a "180," about face, or get lumped up facial swelled/
Christ & Satan'll be roommates after I'm done raisin hell/
destined to win speakin sermons, predetermined by God's law/
this rifleman's been set up to take the fall like Oswald/
I'm proof potent for Houstonian to taste plutonium/
your flow is son'd, if it's dope den Un's tha poppy like opium/
while you talk hardcore, I'm double X like your homo chromosomes/
fuck it, triple X like thirty in old Roman homes/
I know the thrill of overkill.....all I needed was few sentences/
to blow your fucking ass out the frame like loose lenses....
__________________
AuDiOs...Edumacate Yourself!
Grendel's Ish'
CLICK HERE TO SEE A CRACKHEAD GET HIS ASS BEAT!!
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posted: 01-07-2003 10:19 PM |
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TaLi RodrigueZ
Top 5 Dead Or Alive !!
Registered: Sep 2000
Location: ATL/OHIO...Depends when you catch me..
Posts: 6175
Status: Offline
Interests:
Logically picking apart every aspect of your poorly constructed arguments...
Favorite Artist:
Pun
Favorite Quote:
Gimme a camera and a monkey suit and it's a done deal - Kasper
AOL: RaLi TodrigueZ
In My CD
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Unreal vs. Q-Diggy
Dear Queen Digital,
I been tighter since birth write & disperse violence in verse/
frighten this herb to fly off the Earth, skydive in reverse/
I hear ya pulse poundin like bass drums off the fear effect/
steel hammer crack ya faceplate, make ya ears connect/
Queen Digital's words are just pitiful/ flamed like German dirigibles/
spit a spark at ya Hindenburg & burn up ya lyricals/
witness the excellence with which I cause physical severances/
Buddhist belief, you're below insects on rebirth preferences/
you ain't half as phat as me, my steps the concrete cracks beneath/
battle me? you must be dense, mental marred with Jupiter gravity/
I'll have ta make your mass decrease like bomb threats on the Vatican/
blaze Digg'z similar to how the sun advanced at Fatima/
homonym allergens/ rhyme sick, Q's not well rounded/
I slice the excess, O Diggy's how to pronounce it now kid/
see Diggy beatin Real is not the right mix/
it's like five percentaz wifin white chicks, shit doesn't quite fit/
you're like a fifth tha lyricist potency flowin 40 proof/
Dig it, Q couldn't get juice throwin Bishop off the roof/
Dig it, I'm comin after Q like the 18th letter/
hear that? I'm comin after 'u Q' repeatedly like e's in Queen/
or Queer Digital, faggot, wack ass fucker...hold up....
Jesus, that weak shit is almost contagious/
I'm catchin your antibodies fightin my illness after our repeat engagements...
But I can overcome cuz I'm the vocal prototype soldia/
urkin me, bout to be 1st emcee dead in my quotable quota/
build a plaque as a landmark/ "Digg'z first of a mill Real killed til February..."
rappa hell gets a Million Man March....
__________________
AuDiOs...Edumacate Yourself!
Grendel's Ish'
CLICK HERE TO SEE A CRACKHEAD GET HIS ASS BEAT!!
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