I challenge Parodites to a rap battle.

Ha, that would be hilarious. It changes the incentives a bit, but I’d consider it.

yo

he like Jakob the fixed barbarium
I keep him inna ten gallon aquarium

I’m a guerrilla y’all niggaz librarians

You got the wrong age son
This shit ain’t aquarian

Heathen, I’m seething
Peons quiver at my greeting
Afraid their hearts may start beating
Afraid of the life they call demon

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Oh, yea, I forgot to mention… I don’t think Paro is up for taking part in this… coz man is pissed… at Fixed.

Not half as pissed as I am at him.

But I figured a rap battle would be a good way to fight it out.

Yo,

I have 4 wives.

And all 10 of them are my mother.

They call it the Deep South because all of us from the south are deep.

My kind don’t need respect.

They are respect.

Yo.

That wuz the whackest shit I ever heard

To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen,
Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

U can’t roll up on some real Gs with no shit like that, bro. Stop acting like Walt Whitman and drop some real shit, homes.

If Sculptor can lay that on a beat, it would have my vote.

Its gonna be hard.

soundcloud.com/taurusvision/bea … gamma-zeta

Or whatever; bullshit. Thats what needs to happen.

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Like these assholes but different ones.

my posse and possum is node
my flossy Versace is dope
my grassy precision is dope
my posse and possum is node

  • flossy meaning either glossy and flashy or simply, flossed

load and reload and behold
beholden to no one like Odin
focus on no one the tower
debris in the path of the power

“You with your smart little beak” iz da real translao-tze

but little beak (bekkie) is a Amsterdam north slangy word for cutie.

why do I diss on the christ
the man is more famous than Mike
Jackson, Jordan, Tyson, anyone
im just a bridge on a canyon.

Yo,

Promethean has a fire up my ass

Extinguished by brittle glass

Walking the talk is how we do it here

Some say the end times are near

What’s left of you when it comes ?

Hopefully you’re not just young, dumb and full of cum.

Yo.

Yo,

Black tourmaline to make a scene

Of the spirits who trusted me

We’re going to get this done

I’m not the only one

You see what it is now

I’m explaining this shit how

Once you come to understand

You’ll be my best friend again

Yo.

Yo,

Piano babies and porcelain dreams

Music boxes are in our streams

What do you think it’s about now?

Coca Cola and fat Buddha’s ?

Rub my belly for luck, I’m an evil genie.

Outsmart me and I’ll be yours.

There are so many doors and so many chores.

What you do with it can make you legit.

I’m here to ask you, did you suckle a tit?

Once you see the vastness of all, you’ll realize existence is small

It’s you who has to be big

Yo.