[Round 1: Illipsis]
I said...
First off, shouts to those who been abusin' my name
And think the main stage looks gave me delusions of fame
'Cause I just put my city on with every opportunity gained
And you in Vancouver today, so, ho, get used to the reign!
Man, I been sick for a minute, and I ain't get well yet
I've been hellbent on puttin’ figures in a box like an Excel spread
They saw a virus gettin’ esteem, so they sent help west
I'll claim your vital organs, then sell your stem cells next
You gotta stop that awkward talk 'bout how the lead shells prepped
'Cause you be tip-toein’ through the hood, doin’ eggshell steps
This ya death knell, just because your threats felt stretched
And all this bitch will do is talk about the boy: you failed the Bechdel Test
But hell yes, I got a legend, I'm with it, believe me
But there's this imbalance here that's making you tricky to beat, G
'Cause 20 battles, still plenty angles
It's 150 for me, Pete!
What can I really say re Pete that...isn't a repeat?
Like, age? No
Race? No
Weight? No
Face? No
You're the greatest of all time at...being a scapegoat
So, in lieu of originality, I got genius to substitute
Battle 151, and you'll see me with the W
That's a Pokemon bar, if you can't see it in front of you
151's "Mew", and that's me with a W
I did it 'cause he hates Pokemon and schemes, so that's a scheme just to fuck with you!
Traveler getting wet up with the beam
I propose we all toast
I got Guinness in the sleeve like Obi-Wan's robes
Peter said that he's a beast? Homie, only God knows
I'mma catch him in the streets like Pokemon Go!
Bro, why the fuck you hatin’ on Pokemon
When your fuckin’ body type is "Poker Mom"?
It's just cards, your insecurities are hidin’ away
But he prefers a standard deck...'cause there, he gets a higher value assigned to his face!
Your shit is FUBAR, though
This might be too harsh, bro
Dawg, you got the complexion of a QR code
What a lurid disgrace!
Y'all really sure it's a face?
Like that’s not a urinal cake that developed personal traits?
I’m sure that it’s played, but trying to beat the man’s face
I put this head in a bag...let’s just keep it that way!
Old man, you arthritic
I spar different, you aren’t with it
But I’ll break your chest open so you can say you put your heart in it
30 seconds, he get dropped in a flash, start tippin’
Brush the square, and leave a mark on the canvas: I’m artistic
Poke his gut, carve in it, scars in it, partition
Arms twitchin’ while he lyin’ face-down: he starfishin’
A blood puddle sparked him, and he chokin’ on dark liquid
Over ego, you could die with your face in a pool like Narcissus!
You aren’t mythic
Ain’t no god in the wild...Hallelujah...Hallelujah
A thousand ways to say that you’re fucked: Kamasutra
You’d think they brought Hoffa through, ‘cause when I sock it to ya
All this snake got was his fuckin’ face rocked: you saw Medusa!
To talk his music...shit sounds like a calamity of clown calls
Icarus...son thought that shit would fly, but what’s on wax will be your downfall!
Town Hall, a nation to an arch-conqueror
He sweat profusely ‘cause his face is full of large aquifers
I’m makin’ Two-Time double-time his heart monitor
Get on the map, and put a legend in the corner: I’m a cartographer!
It’s Illipsis! VanCity Myth Killer, I’m in business
You shit-talk, I talk that shit...it’s a big difference!
I said...
First off, shouts to those who been abusin' my name
And think the main stage looks gave me delusions of fame
'Cause I just put my city on with every opportunity gained
And you in Vancouver today, so, ho, get used to the reign!
Man, I been sick for a minute, and I ain't get well yet
I've been hellbent on puttin’ figures in a box like an Excel spread
They saw a virus gettin’ esteem, so they sent help west
I'll claim your vital organs, then sell your stem cells next
You gotta stop that awkward talk 'bout how the lead shells prepped
'Cause you be tip-toein’ through the hood, doin’ eggshell steps
This ya death knell, just because your threats felt stretched
And all this bitch will do is talk about the boy: you failed the Bechdel Test
But hell yes, I got a legend, I'm with it, believe me
But there's this imbalance here that's making you tricky to beat, G
'Cause 20 battles, still plenty angles
It's 150 for me, Pete!
What can I really say re Pete that...isn't a repeat?
Like, age? No
Race? No
Weight? No
Face? No
You're the greatest of all time at...being a scapegoat
So, in lieu of originality, I got genius to substitute
Battle 151, and you'll see me with the W
That's a Pokemon bar, if you can't see it in front of you
151's "Mew", and that's me with a W
I did it 'cause he hates Pokemon and schemes, so that's a scheme just to fuck with you!
Traveler getting wet up with the beam
I propose we all toast
I got Guinness in the sleeve like Obi-Wan's robes
Peter said that he's a beast? Homie, only God knows
I'mma catch him in the streets like Pokemon Go!
Bro, why the fuck you hatin’ on Pokemon
When your fuckin’ body type is "Poker Mom"?
It's just cards, your insecurities are hidin’ away
But he prefers a standard deck...'cause there, he gets a higher value assigned to his face!
Your shit is FUBAR, though
This might be too harsh, bro
Dawg, you got the complexion of a QR code
What a lurid disgrace!
Y'all really sure it's a face?
Like that’s not a urinal cake that developed personal traits?
I’m sure that it’s played, but trying to beat the man’s face
I put this head in a bag...let’s just keep it that way!
Old man, you arthritic
I spar different, you aren’t with it
But I’ll break your chest open so you can say you put your heart in it
30 seconds, he get dropped in a flash, start tippin’
Brush the square, and leave a mark on the canvas: I’m artistic
Poke his gut, carve in it, scars in it, partition
Arms twitchin’ while he lyin’ face-down: he starfishin’
A blood puddle sparked him, and he chokin’ on dark liquid
Over ego, you could die with your face in a pool like Narcissus!
You aren’t mythic
Ain’t no god in the wild...Hallelujah...Hallelujah
A thousand ways to say that you’re fucked: Kamasutra
You’d think they brought Hoffa through, ‘cause when I sock it to ya
All this snake got was his fuckin’ face rocked: you saw Medusa!
To talk his music...shit sounds like a calamity of clown calls
Icarus...son thought that shit would fly, but what’s on wax will be your downfall!
Town Hall, a nation to an arch-conqueror
He sweat profusely ‘cause his face is full of large aquifers
I’m makin’ Two-Time double-time his heart monitor
Get on the map, and put a legend in the corner: I’m a cartographer!
It’s Illipsis! VanCity Myth Killer, I’m in business
You shit-talk, I talk that shit...it’s a big difference!
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