Battlefield
Due to popular requests; some battle rhymes as u whished…
Enjoy, but don’t take it too seriously.
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Eyo, this shit will make your eye pop out of it’s socket/
And shoot u in the other eye with my lyrical torpedo rocket/
Lyrical insurgence, dropping a bomb to say “I will resurgence”/
Let me grip da mic and spit mad rhymes with intelligence/
With more formulas than Einstein, ‘cause he stole mines/
On dole lines of yours can’t control my soulful rhymes/
Subtracting before I divide fake MC’s into fractions/
Try to figure the aftermath when I close them like captions/
U whack so called MC’s spit lines that are chimerical/
Like bad chemistry u mixed up something hysterical/
Lyrically I cut all of u open like my name was scalpel/
Making incisions like surgeons cutting ya neck via the clavicle/
Sad how these so called ill MC’s claim they know dun/
Battling me with rhetorical wordplay; that shit’s dead son!/
These MC’s are so sweet, like somebody threw a cake on ‘em/
Like “Ahlgrens bilar” I verbally beat the breaks off ’em/
I predict ya rise ‘n fall, longevity don’t apply to ya’ll/
Won’t feature me on a track scared of me out rhyming ya’ll/
Now all at once ya’ll like “let please settle the beef”/
Fuck that! I’ma continue battle, out rhyme u on several beats/
I was, is and will be Sweden’s illest, most lethal lyricist/
Spittin’ sentences so sick I’ll be dead when I finish this/
My mentality so ill that my reflection be scared to mimic this/
No higher quantity of complexity exists, no one can gimmick this/
Don’t these idiots know that I’m known to rip shit so hard/
That if Siamese twins hear this, their body would split apart/
Seriously, the only way I picture any MC beating me/
Is my penis in their hands and them ejaculating it repeatedly/
Luck might gonna be on ya side but still u can’t luck out/
Hit u so hard ya spirit jumps out and screams “You got knocked the fuck out!”/
Out!