It appears we were knocked back
A couple thousand years
Into the stone ages
And, yes percent can indeed
be clocked over
A mere hundred
Yield and Percent
The difference is slim
and big in between
And when a 200%
increase of my technical
abilities and techniques
Start to conjure the
wicked rhymes and paradigms
These rapping cavemen
Can't endure the lure of pure
gold that captures and holds
the minds of my enemies.
A couple thousand years
Into the stone ages
And, yes percent can indeed
be clocked over
A mere hundred
Yield and Percent
The difference is slim
and big in between
And when a 200%
increase of my technical
abilities and techniques
Start to conjure the
wicked rhymes and paradigms
These rapping cavemen
Can't endure the lure of pure
gold that captures and holds
the minds of my enemies.
Not bad, but
Maybe I am the greatest amongst the TB MC's
I'd dare to even say I'm better than most
Of those who are famous with a name spitting weak
Thinking they can play the game, but I'll tell you what
They be getting played like marionettes
From the shady figured silhouettes from a above
I lay low under the radar on purpose like a stealth bomber
I need not to be known to get the job done
Like a ninja monk wielding a series of serious
Pressure point knowledge with furious sure fire
Strikes of artillery that never tires
It's coming straight down to the wire
Like seismic waves of a magnitude 7
leaving behind the evidence that I
Spit to hard for the current hounds
Of the industry and like math this shit
Will never be mainstream as this pumps
Against the stream like a salmon
Oh, and by the way the shit played today
Is as dated as the floppy disk era
Like a pair of paramedics in attempt
Of resuscitation trying everything they
Can with defibrillators
It's weak and ill willed and filled to the brim
With grease and grime
With anything sublime is lost
Maybe I am the greatest amongst the TB MC's
I'd dare to even say I'm better than most
Of those who are famous with a name spitting weak
Thinking they can play the game, but I'll tell you what
They be getting played like marionettes
From the shady figured silhouettes from a above
I lay low under the radar on purpose like a stealth bomber
I need not to be known to get the job done
Like a ninja monk wielding a series of serious
Pressure point knowledge with furious sure fire
Strikes of artillery that never tires
It's coming straight down to the wire
Like seismic waves of a magnitude 7
leaving behind the evidence that I
Spit to hard for the current hounds
Of the industry and like math this shit
Will never be mainstream as this pumps
Against the stream like a salmon
Oh, and by the way the shit played today
Is as dated as the floppy disk era
Like a pair of paramedics in attempt
Of resuscitation trying everything they
Can with defibrillators
It's weak and ill willed and filled to the brim
With grease and grime
With anything sublime is lost
This thread is stupid as fuck.
Take a look at Soap, treading the forums like a massive prick, a prophet of shit
Pretending to be dope, a bad ass pretentious douche bag under the microscope
Showing aspects to be synthetic in your sad pathetic internet personality
Four thousand and three posts before the two thousand and fourteen toast
Coasts on the pushing of limits for someone from the year Twenty twelve
And the image you front reeks of the new wave of web hipsters
So, before you amp your post count with your running lips, you best damn
Think your strategy through and out. Instead of being a tacky dick
Trying to tell it how it is with your thoughts on what elitist is and kid
You're swimming with the eater of fish
Trolls thinking they can hang with their weak roll at the dice
Tossing in chump change. Hoping to make a name in the game
But I'll tell you what you stupid fuck, you stepped into hell.
A territory of terrors that prey on little cunts just for fun
You came packing bombs like a terrorist
Thinking you can lay down Odin's mighty fist
With a clean one sentence blow that just
Got blown out of the water by this cattle slaughter
Pretending to be dope, a bad ass pretentious douche bag under the microscope
Showing aspects to be synthetic in your sad pathetic internet personality
Four thousand and three posts before the two thousand and fourteen toast
Coasts on the pushing of limits for someone from the year Twenty twelve
And the image you front reeks of the new wave of web hipsters
So, before you amp your post count with your running lips, you best damn
Think your strategy through and out. Instead of being a tacky dick
Trying to tell it how it is with your thoughts on what elitist is and kid
You're swimming with the eater of fish
Trolls thinking they can hang with their weak roll at the dice
Tossing in chump change. Hoping to make a name in the game
But I'll tell you what you stupid fuck, you stepped into hell.
A territory of terrors that prey on little cunts just for fun
You came packing bombs like a terrorist
Thinking you can lay down Odin's mighty fist
With a clean one sentence blow that just
Got blown out of the water by this cattle slaughter
