NAME VRS MATHEMATICAL THOUGHTS( VOTE UP)

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gabitex
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Tue Aug 30, 2005 2:05 pm

good work frm both of y'all

it was a good battle with hooks, punches,upper ....

my vote goes to MATH. :wink:
NAME
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Tue Aug 30, 2005 3:21 pm

thanx url 4 da props. it apreciate it .

Maths thoughts man i feelin u. uv been a worthy opponent.

ima drop one last verse jus 2 say thanx.

wad up Nii charley abi u dey see. nothin dey happen.

shout outs 2 nigs, teezer, nii djata, maths tots.

got mad luv 4 url.
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Tue Aug 30, 2005 4:37 pm

thanx to all-ya, and especially my man NAME:

you trully are ill: wont front:

but what do you say we have a last round:

i am just going to post mine now: okay--

word
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Wed Aug 31, 2005 2:37 pm

call this the last round if that i what you think it is:

coz listen to this: i never held my fists down on this battle:

:evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:

what i said coz'd my brain cell to not settle down, that is why i am about rip your medal:

I rip your ribz: melt your skin: cut your limbz: and devour your brain meningise:

Disorganize alveolus: crack your trachea: skwizz your last breathe and put your lung on the hinges:

Pushing this battle to a point beyond genetic concepts:

Verbal vortex: your spits are unhygienic: got me sicker than I was: invoking my cerebral cortex:

Punch lines: never so divine: infinite rhymes that cant die: like a human cant fly:

Keep you high: with more lyrical hang over:

Keep producing more metaphor like production of liquor no getting soba:

Your verse just touched the tip of my ice burg:

You need to go back and reformulate your methods: gottta respect catz holding down maritzburg:

I construct verses: like the combination of American architects and German engineers:

Formats are solid: like stain steel with titanium surface: remain fixed for a thousand leap years:

I am so sick: I got bandages rapped around my body like mummies:

to prevant poison poems that might kill my enemies: when I radiate my wicked energies:

I crab the mic like I was about to box, the beat boxer for giving me a wack beat to spit on:

ready or not i am about to attack your with enuff energy that can split rhymo's horn:

NAME you have been a worthy apponent:

but you forgot that attack can be worse that HIV element:

Fuck metalic object: and flying rockets: when i can easy-ly kill a human with words:

with verse like sharp bladez: aint no stopping the way i spit a verse that i worse than tsunami tragedy:

battle strategies never perfected: to stop my destructive energies readiating a thousand kilometers across you country:

niggas tryin to hold down the steam, on the degree that is enough to melt diamond:

tryin to make stunts on the forum like you were the lyrical old james bond:

you trip on mics cord: like you were drunk from one bottle of my methods:

respect the best: and hate the week: and surrender your soul to mathematical thoughts

KILLING IT
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Wed Aug 31, 2005 9:45 pm

[quote name="mathematical thoughts"]call this the last round if that i what you think it is:

coz listen to this: i never held my fists down on this battle:

:evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil: :evil:

what i said coz'd my brain cell to not settle down, that is why i am about rip your medal:

I rip your ribz: melt your skin: cut your limbz: and devour your brain meningise:

Disorganize alveolus: crack your trachea: skwizz your last breathe and put your lung on the hinges:

Pushing this battle to a point beyond genetic concepts:

Verbal vortex: your spits are unhygienic: got me sicker than I was: invoking my cerebral cortex:

Punch lines: never so divine: infinite rhymes that cant die: like a human cant fly:

Keep you high: with more lyrical hang over:

Keep producing more metaphor like production of liquor no getting soba:

Your verse just touched the tip of my ice burg:

You need to go back and reformulate your methods: gottta respect catz holding down maritzburg:

I construct verses: like the combination of American architects and German engineers:

Formats are solid: like stain steel with titanium surface: remain fixed for a thousand leap years:

I am so sick: I got bandages rapped around my body like mummies:

to prevant poison poems that might kill my enemies: when I radiate my wicked energies:

I crab the mic like I was about to box, the beat boxer for giving me a wack beat to spit on:

ready or not i am about to attack your with enuff energy that can split rhymo's horn:

NAME you have been a worthy apponent:

but you forgot that attack can be worse that HIV element:

f*ck metalic object: and flying rockets: when i can easy-ly kill a human with words:

with verse like sharp bladez: aint no stopping the way i spit a verse that i worse than tsunami tragedy:

battle strategies never perfected: to stop my destructive energies readiating a thousand kilometers across you country:

niggas tryin to hold down the steam, on the degree that is enough to melt diamond:

tryin to make stunts on the forum like you were the lyrical old james bond:

you trip on mics cord: like you were drunk from one bottle of my methods:

respect the best: and hate the week: and surrender your soul to mathematical thoughts

KILLING IT[/quote]

Thts Mathz.....!!! ILLLLLLLL GOD! ILL...DARK MINdED!
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Thu Sep 01, 2005 11:27 am

math you cheated you smoked a blunt didnt you?

HAHAHAHAHA!...

just playing nigga that shits crazy love it
na man this came from listening to the track myself, rhymetodie and gungho did on this other wicked beat:

ask rhymetodie, he can tell yall about it:

it straight under surface shit!!
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Thu Sep 01, 2005 5:49 pm

some children gat telling what they can't prove....

spitting on the ground where they wish to make a step to move....

so true... this verse is cool...

(mathematical fool....)

yo rhymes sound so arrested like they need to be emancipated....

but unfortunately the terrorist (NAME)held you ransome and the situation ecxercebated...

AND THIS IS WHAT I GAT 4 U

look left see that fire incessantly burning...

when i greet mourning...prepare for yo death is on its way coming...

steady mouth of yours running....but am i tell you lips clapping aint stunnin'
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