Split Personalities
Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 5:55 am
Chorus has been used before. Thanks for reading.
I got Split~Personality's, i Spit~First~then~Fatality's/
I got split-personality's, and a, grip-worst-then-reality's//
its been almost a year since I tragically beat emcees ||
the average man spits at practically eighty degrees ||
see what this means is to overcome me please ||
you'd have better luck ta magically defeat disease ||
actually ur rhymes are forced like gravity ||
so you could bring me down naturally ||
when battling me, you come up short tactically ||
and listen g, i dont care if your spitting rapidly ||
cuz in the 'real world' u always come back ta reality ||
with these schemes I explore like sexuality ||
lately in this game there has been no originality ||
ill leave these herbs cut in half, split like personalities ||
in a Skitzo, thats how i feel about this personally ||
i know I said it though, i got a grip worst then reality ||
and yo, I got that deadly flow, to show these stupid hoes ||
all I can say is ur lucky you dont spit before me to know ||
I got Split~Personality's, i Spit~First~then~Fatality's/
I got split-personality's, and a, grip-worst-then-reality's//
this aint hockey but i face off, don't take a chance with me ||
even the concept of this battle is overplayed like final fantasy ||
shit you spit hypocritically the real world is just imagery ||
i can say that authentically, also at a fast rate automatically ||
I'm an ill-attic robotically, you bought a rap off me ||
logically, cuz u know i'll take a clip n lodge it in ur brain ||
I'm an addict altered chemically so I'm Insane ||
ill make ur whole freestyle look like the middle east terrain ||
going back to my roots, like a tree when it rains ||
n when the gat shoots, its aimed at ur brains frame ||
have this bitch looking weaker then that kid F.A.M.E ||
like ur girlfriend, ur title is gone and impossible to regain ||
well its possible, but so is buying googles domain ||
and we know this kid loves cock look at his aim screename ||
what is really lame is this bitch is acting all conceited ||
but being a jackass is the only thing in life he's completed ||
I got Split~Personality's, i Spit~First~then~Fatality's/
I got split-personality's, and a, grip-worst-then-reality's//
passion of christ style, knifes slice the insides of kyle ||
living a cursed life, versatile as viral, but still precise ||
I'm all killah, I'll kill ya twice, with or without 16 micz ||
i'm dope when i write Illah, some fags say goat is tight ||
scott maybe blowing smoke, but smoke is white ||
i'm looking for Fame, but not particularly on this site ||
and crack might kill, but mad skillz still does it all night ||
i wont write anymore like, a younger c might ||
i was a young felon, complexity was rebelling ||
but never excelling, or spit anything compelling ||
now I process like celeron, done with the Tom ||
identity I was on, its E-on, the Scientist with a shitty ||
alliance, with scott as I pity the defiance of goths ||
a sist on my nuts and i can't get the fucker off ||
lets cut to the chase, i have respect for everyone ||
who gets in my face, n I've been outdone more than grace ||
I got Split~Personality's, i Spit~First~then~Fatality's/
I got split-personality's, and a, grip-worst-then-reality's//
The Conclusion is amusing, my Execution is Confusing ||
all my personalities, in reality are wrapped up in Seclusion ||
an abnormality like a contusion, with the different styles i'm using ||
If I only spit 8 barz I'm losing, cuz I'm no longer boozing ||
its a soothing mirage, to make a collage, of a different picture ||
relax like massages, I'm just spitting a hidden scripture ||
within the ripper, I got heart but the mind is quicker ||
thats why each line is sicker, I told 16 micz this time ||
to add this rhyme, to the mix-tape, cuz this is devine ||
rapping tight like fist-tape intertwined with a rape ||
of any date of mine, that can't escape, there fates ||
design the calendar is late, so go ahead and underestimate ||
that shit don't work in Taxes, I create death like gasses ||
my style is to ill u cant pass this, like insurmountable classes ||
my skill is aimed at the masses, do you get what the catch is? ||
i love this game, every spit I claim, should be framed like glasses ||
My styles~diverse, you'll smile~at~first then compile~a~verse//
while~ya~rehearse, remember who lurks...
I got Split~Personality's, i Spit~First~then~Fatality's/
I got split-personality's, and a, grip-worst-then-reality's//
I got Split~Personality's, i Spit~First~then~Fatality's/
I got split-personality's, and a, grip-worst-then-reality's//
its been almost a year since I tragically beat emcees ||
the average man spits at practically eighty degrees ||
see what this means is to overcome me please ||
you'd have better luck ta magically defeat disease ||
actually ur rhymes are forced like gravity ||
so you could bring me down naturally ||
when battling me, you come up short tactically ||
and listen g, i dont care if your spitting rapidly ||
cuz in the 'real world' u always come back ta reality ||
with these schemes I explore like sexuality ||
lately in this game there has been no originality ||
ill leave these herbs cut in half, split like personalities ||
in a Skitzo, thats how i feel about this personally ||
i know I said it though, i got a grip worst then reality ||
and yo, I got that deadly flow, to show these stupid hoes ||
all I can say is ur lucky you dont spit before me to know ||
I got Split~Personality's, i Spit~First~then~Fatality's/
I got split-personality's, and a, grip-worst-then-reality's//
this aint hockey but i face off, don't take a chance with me ||
even the concept of this battle is overplayed like final fantasy ||
shit you spit hypocritically the real world is just imagery ||
i can say that authentically, also at a fast rate automatically ||
I'm an ill-attic robotically, you bought a rap off me ||
logically, cuz u know i'll take a clip n lodge it in ur brain ||
I'm an addict altered chemically so I'm Insane ||
ill make ur whole freestyle look like the middle east terrain ||
going back to my roots, like a tree when it rains ||
n when the gat shoots, its aimed at ur brains frame ||
have this bitch looking weaker then that kid F.A.M.E ||
like ur girlfriend, ur title is gone and impossible to regain ||
well its possible, but so is buying googles domain ||
and we know this kid loves cock look at his aim screename ||
what is really lame is this bitch is acting all conceited ||
but being a jackass is the only thing in life he's completed ||
I got Split~Personality's, i Spit~First~then~Fatality's/
I got split-personality's, and a, grip-worst-then-reality's//
passion of christ style, knifes slice the insides of kyle ||
living a cursed life, versatile as viral, but still precise ||
I'm all killah, I'll kill ya twice, with or without 16 micz ||
i'm dope when i write Illah, some fags say goat is tight ||
scott maybe blowing smoke, but smoke is white ||
i'm looking for Fame, but not particularly on this site ||
and crack might kill, but mad skillz still does it all night ||
i wont write anymore like, a younger c might ||
i was a young felon, complexity was rebelling ||
but never excelling, or spit anything compelling ||
now I process like celeron, done with the Tom ||
identity I was on, its E-on, the Scientist with a shitty ||
alliance, with scott as I pity the defiance of goths ||
a sist on my nuts and i can't get the fucker off ||
lets cut to the chase, i have respect for everyone ||
who gets in my face, n I've been outdone more than grace ||
I got Split~Personality's, i Spit~First~then~Fatality's/
I got split-personality's, and a, grip-worst-then-reality's//
The Conclusion is amusing, my Execution is Confusing ||
all my personalities, in reality are wrapped up in Seclusion ||
an abnormality like a contusion, with the different styles i'm using ||
If I only spit 8 barz I'm losing, cuz I'm no longer boozing ||
its a soothing mirage, to make a collage, of a different picture ||
relax like massages, I'm just spitting a hidden scripture ||
within the ripper, I got heart but the mind is quicker ||
thats why each line is sicker, I told 16 micz this time ||
to add this rhyme, to the mix-tape, cuz this is devine ||
rapping tight like fist-tape intertwined with a rape ||
of any date of mine, that can't escape, there fates ||
design the calendar is late, so go ahead and underestimate ||
that shit don't work in Taxes, I create death like gasses ||
my style is to ill u cant pass this, like insurmountable classes ||
my skill is aimed at the masses, do you get what the catch is? ||
i love this game, every spit I claim, should be framed like glasses ||
My styles~diverse, you'll smile~at~first then compile~a~verse//
while~ya~rehearse, remember who lurks...
I got Split~Personality's, i Spit~First~then~Fatality's/
I got split-personality's, and a, grip-worst-then-reality's//
