So Waka decided not to show up. Sorry for this disappointment everyone WE HOPE THIS WONT HAPPEN TOO MANY TIMES..
anyway, Stray wins.
Stray
Aiyo, I’m the best, that’s why I’m inclined to shine,
I’m entitled to my own opinion, and you entitled to mine
I’m the lyrical god, I reside deep inside you mind
And every day you worship me, the paper’s my shrine
But you’re shit at worship, every line irrelevant
I’m god, but not merciless, bitch I’m malevolent
I’m a critic, I’m a cynic, you’re a victim, not a witness
I run the game of words, bitch get outta my bi’ness
Linguistics, skills stronger than the strength of my dick
Waka is wack, bitch stop attempting this shit
My words will whack a Waka, like a whack-a-mole,
Whack-em-all, just whack-em, flip em, whip em, just smack em
Let em have it for all the weakness, no one can beat this
There’s a certain art to my craft, a mastery, neatness
Ima take a pen to your face and carve out your features
Turn you into some next hideous little creature
How dare this punk think he can scrap with words
With the lord of lyric, and see now the titan has stirred
I throw punches, the best you could do is pinches
Your talent don’t exceed a chinaman’s four inches
Aiyo, this is just writtens, so think about it I spit like a bomb
So take your weak shit home and go cry to your mom’s
anyway, Stray wins.
Stray
Aiyo, I’m the best, that’s why I’m inclined to shine,
I’m entitled to my own opinion, and you entitled to mine
I’m the lyrical god, I reside deep inside you mind
And every day you worship me, the paper’s my shrine
But you’re shit at worship, every line irrelevant
I’m god, but not merciless, bitch I’m malevolent
I’m a critic, I’m a cynic, you’re a victim, not a witness
I run the game of words, bitch get outta my bi’ness
Linguistics, skills stronger than the strength of my dick
Waka is wack, bitch stop attempting this shit
My words will whack a Waka, like a whack-a-mole,
Whack-em-all, just whack-em, flip em, whip em, just smack em
Let em have it for all the weakness, no one can beat this
There’s a certain art to my craft, a mastery, neatness
Ima take a pen to your face and carve out your features
Turn you into some next hideous little creature
How dare this punk think he can scrap with words
With the lord of lyric, and see now the titan has stirred
I throw punches, the best you could do is pinches
Your talent don’t exceed a chinaman’s four inches
Aiyo, this is just writtens, so think about it I spit like a bomb
So take your weak shit home and go cry to your mom’s
Last edited by DJ R@F on Sun Jul 13, 2008 2:52 am; edited 1 time in total