52 lines dissing on Kaze-E and D...

yo homie stand back, cause lyrically your just going to be one and done/

I'm brash, I'm Robert with the DeNiro, kid you just jack nickel's son/

I spit rhymes with deadly accuracy and I do it so expertly/

and you feebly test my ability to dissect your lyrics surgically/

your in the wrong lane and ya vehicle is brakeless gonna crash and burn ya raps are fruitless/

I have skin like armor like the guys from Sparta figured you be smarta then to come with rhymes so senseless/

I'm an army of one but allies to many so come correctly cuz this could get deadly/

son I was born to die, aim to go out like a Samurai gonna be Legendary even biblically/

but before ya mind clicks know I got all the tricks, I keep rolling 7's and always dealt four aces/

I'll battle you in here I'll battle you out there hell i'll battle ya with 6shooters count the 12 paces/

Bring your foul lines and see who survives if ya make my blood boil i'll put it in Hyperdrive/

take my Advice stop don't Surmise ill go easy ill strive to take ya life without compromise/

so try and analyze my customize lyrics then go fantasize about my Rhymes/

and all the times I had dimes you jerking on the Sidelines dialing up sex Hotlines/

Kaze-E and kritikal wanted this battle to be quick in order to spit stop sucking each others dick/

hell you two are like the titanic your sinking quick raps are as smart as cracked bundles of brick/

Please, you can't beat me, all you 2 say is that your raps are ill, but they're diseased, that's why you're sneezin'/

Keep on dreamin', I'm a demon, a rap behemoth, you're a heathen, your chocking sucking down that semen/

you see I have laser-focus, so I know where hope is like I have cybernetic attachments/

and right now your looking for the escape hatch with a latch quick that pulls faster than fucking rabbits/

so why all this muss and fuss your lyrics leave us deafness with a smell of disease and deathness/

makes me laugh at your oddness like watching two fools playing catch when you both know your limbless/

court is Adjourned so don't play just Make way for the flyweight champion of the whole fucking world/

next time bring some Rhyme knowledge that's not older than the age of the Earth and the Golden Girls/

ill rip it till your skinless, speak on all your shit business, so what I'm cursed and belligerent/

my lyrics cant be diminished, or extinguished , I'm distinguished, in this universe your insignificant/

so Get under your desks Kaze-E and kritilal try to hide from my lyrical missiles I'm Dangerous/

Say goodbye to all your friends and acquaintances, you know what game this is, so say goodbye to your anuses/

Basically Kaze-E And kirtikal are telling people how to write rhymes, that's stupidity/

shit you 2 gotta be kidding me, you stepped in a stew of stool thats for infinity/

My tactics are like rap gymnastics im doing backflips and stretching hamstrings like elastic/

The dynamic calculations are so mathematically accurate I require no practice/

You only shoot for the stars because I'm galactic, immaculated by going straight to dramatics/

bitches I'm always Strapped for battle while your piece of shit top 20 BET rip-off raps get raped by Catholics/

Take your white flag and give it to me tactfully, before i wreak upon you a catastrophe/

As you see at this point actuality its very apparent , you got to try a brand new strategy/

i got a lot More punch than you can ever fabricate sitting there in your average state/

time to Eradicate you animals so bad that you can't imagine a time and place to retaliate/

yo son You don't even own a lyrical pistol while I've been sitting here with a lyrical missile/

so please Quit your crying your dying its crystal clear I think you need boxes of five ply tissue/

Now tell me again who's better? now Tell me again how you never make cheddar Whatsoever you whack writing peasants/

if you tried to sell your raps, the only paper you would make is a apology letter to ya cranial tenants/

i bet ya thought this battle would be easy like ya ABC's but this aint charity that's why i cynically did ya foully/

so heres the skinny my limo's stretchy your bimbo's sloppy, and your flow at best is clumsy and ethically this was your eulogy/

now drag your funky asses to the nearest exit do it quick this was a Classic case of your tragic attempt at lyrics/

know your Limits bitch don't bring your gimmicks give a try at the special Olympics cuz in here your ass is full of Skeptics/

Now I make my own fate, and moon and the stars will align for me cuz the Quality of my lyrical energy/

When I throw opinion punches, you lame ducks better duck cuz it's the end of your hyped up joke of a dynasty/

you two homos should stop by the projects if you wanna act hard and then empty your pockets that you use for Puppets/

Before you get a glock to the top of your noggin and socked in the sockets and get ya hooked on the Phonics/

so now that i Killed your whole entourage on the job, bon voyage, empty out hope from the empty visage/

i'll Lit a wick light up the lodge, so sit up and watch, these motherfuckers gonna get the fuck outta dodge/