16 a piece, ....get at me.
yo what up son, hope you learn how to walk soon
it's gonna take the best of you to battle my platoon
i'm bound to die with silver spoons
walking with a fork like zeus
with the force of a hundred typhoons
speaking the truth like god and heres the proof
i conduce minds like satan penetrating
vacant minds spectating
levitating conciousness to alternated states of existence
persistence rivals my shiftiness
as a terrible witness i spit this
aimed at ya vision
unreliable superstition chases you down like satelite dishes
it's a fraction of combined fatalities
fragments of assassins die the fastest
from spasmatic acrobatics climbing the fastest
spraying ya blood on the canvas
whose art comes the fastest
only god has the answer to this
but the secret shall be revealed
through whispers that are consealed
in the ocular distances to divine presence
there is no match for his persistance
cleanliness and emptiness leads to his holy rememberance
understanding my dimension
is similar to christs' assention into heaven
damn secretwon your the dopest how did you come up with that?
i don't know how i do it, i just do it.
i sense fear in your heart disguised by over confidence
due to the fact your new to the Rap, unknown anonymous
but fuck bones, im piercing skin hittin ya vital organs
like bible orphans in churches singin bout how nice the lord is
ya life is horse shit, bitch ill strike you quick
light the wick, bring ya crew and ima fight ya dogs like Michael Vick
i hold the title, its attached to abdomen, the fact is im cancerous
in the sense that i attack til your pants are pissed
u think u stand to piss? bitch ill ram a stick in ya stomach
then after kick, and have you thinkin masochistic in public
and if u love the pain, ill put a crown of blades above your brain
flood ya vains, shoot you from the strain til zues becoms ya name
excuse me if i gave the illusion this was a game
if it is fucker, get put in a trunk like Chris Tucker
bitch what up?, wanna give me your life? the cost is valid
i thought ya name was ckrewton, your probly like tossin salads...
even tho u wrote more than supposed to...lets get some votes.
if it's two rounds then don't we need the 2nd round?
if not, i'll drop a vote by tonight.
Classic - "Disciple of Ares"
Everything - Dusk.
seriously, wanna know why?
"yo what up son, hope you learn how to walk soon
it's gonna take the best of you to battle my platoon"
that was the ONLY punchline in ckrew's verse.
and it sucked.
the rest was just bragging & filler, and it wasn't even structured good.
you really need work dude, not to be offensive.
this was a damn mudhole stomping.
Vote - Dusk.
it's seriously clear why.
ckrew, you need some serious work.
Classic - "Disciple of Ares"
yall niggas hatin. i'm not a punch line punk anyway.
lets get some real votes. i vote me cuz this niggas rhymes got no substance. style is just plain and simple.
this niggs dickriding vote doesn't count unless he wanna battle
i'm not hatin though yall just don't understand this shit. shorties.
i got niggas changing they minds after one verse
wack niggas cant quench my thirst
don't count me out until i lay down my 2nd verse
you scared to go first
but fuk it i took the sacrifice
like a roll of the dice and defeated you twice
heres the curse 4 horse men rushing in
pumped up with adrenaline
on a steady diet of vitamin mescaline
open up ya minds eye so that u
can c kings and pharoahs slowly
sever ya arterys, veins and capilaries
ya life force is outa ballance son
niggas like you are scared of violence son
holla at me and i'll drop some science son
don't hate me cuz you lost this one
thank me cuz i'm the ckretwon
bringing you to the light so that you can see the son
figure it out bitches
now like i said. game over.