*EXPERT

Be Ready For My Age Of Glory! A 'Deadly Emcee' On Stage With Blades Performing!
Murder Scenes!?!? I'll Make It Gory! Let's Just 'Cut To The Chase' Like Jason Vorhees!
I Was Put On This Earth To Stay Enforcing The 'Lyrical Law', Don't Be Lame Or Boring!
Cus' I'll Make Sure Your Brain' Is Pouring Enough Blood For Me To Paint A Story!
My Veins Are Coursing With The Game's Endorphines! So Take My '2 Cents' Till' You Raise A Fortune!
But If You Turn To Bitches I'm 'Burning Bridges' When My Flames Are Scorching!
Some Say I'm Too Insane And Morbid! Filled With Rage And Torment! To Make you Fakes All Forfeit!
My Ways Are Horrid! I'll Open Your Stomach With Blade And Chainsaw Just To Taste Your Organs!
My One Code is to Slay Remorseless! No Restraints I'm Cordless! I Even Pray On Orphans!
So Start Staying Dormant! I'm The Type To Leave You *Dead* On A 'Saturday Night' Like Tracy Morgan!
I've Been Training With The Greatest Forces! Moving Swiftly With The Grace Of Orchids!
I could Crack Rock, And Break A Fortress! My Chi Alone Shifts And Shakes A Forrest!
My Elite Technique Assures I Sing To Sleep All You Weak Emcees When I Merely Create A Chorus!
And I Don't Discriminate, I Eliminate Any Waste Of Space Whether They're From The States Or Foreign!
Take This Warning! As A Sign Like When Tornadoes, Earthquakes, And Hurricanes Are Forming!
That I'm A Beast Who Can't be Tamed Or Cornered, Leaving The Scene Spraying Agent Orange!

This flow is outrageous breakin' the mold of the ages
so cold and courageous ancient as Roman equations
still roamin' through wastelands like a ronin with patience
planing attacks to hammer out tracks that'll expose your oasis
revealing the desert
so understand one thing
I'm not rapping - I'm hunting, now kneel like a Sheppard
I stay concealing my method an' still am the realest to rep it
step into war and you'll be leaving off the field in a stretcher
my pen is my sword and you will yield to my weapon
no repentance you'll be floored if your feeling like stepping
get ready to exit on crutches, beating heathens with ruckus
there is no reason or justice to most deceiving ass fuckas
running the whole state who are cold full of bold hate
we're pawns who really have no control of our own fate
still drawn to feeling like we can open our souls gates
through prayers and preachers, sooth-Sayers and leachers
the depth of our inner hell is now layered with creatures

Echelon! your writing’s straight savage in a way most others ain’t manage…
I heard one guy tried to read one of your posts and got brain damage.

Oh you’re a quantum physicist? Sorry, I mean, “QUANTUM PHYSCISIST”.
Sure. whatever you are, you’re not a lyricist.
If this was judged you’d get a shit score, no one would give you the win and they’d still snore..
Non-specific, quantum physics… coz your nils bore (/Nils Bohr).

I’ll leave the bone sticking out of your leg like a lamb shank.
You should probably hide your writing like Anne Frank.
You’re a QUANTUM PHYSCIST? is this some kind of damn prank?
These boards ain’t for your flaws… Max Planck.

“Dog’s got a muzzle”? so does a gun, and that’s to say
Either way bro gonna catch a stray.
If you ever had a bae…
Her name would definitely be Anna-Mae.

You said you’re “taller than trees”. (bonsai).
Oh, damn, guess I’m messing with the wrong guy,
You gonna stab me with oversized Japanese daggers and shit? sure you are. [insert long sai].
Unless you wanna find out what I’mma use this crowbar for, better not pry.

I am a GRIFFIN, abstract and commissioned; with raptor intuition
Capture the sting missiles; blast through barracks; and wrestle with HANCOCK
I am not to be fucked with in war; exploding war and gore
Soda pop; and popping pistols for pussy like.. anaconda
Ban the mafia; slam through mafias like a joke
Blast and poke; outlandish dope; I AM DOPE!!
COming through valor with virulent egregious swords
The penis lord; heaven wishing they never seen this gore!

Topical --

I'm a outspoken MC -- The OPIUM smoking emcee; the conglomerate MC!
King pin of the zing phlegm; popping pistons with algorithm -- Sloppy MC!
Popping MC's like ZITS -- stopping MC's like cliff's!; I'm the algorithm of MC!
Pound the pistons down the throat -- pounding folks; AKA the rhythm MC!
SCHISM MC! -- I'm the railgun of the site; pounding plight -- astounding site/sight
loud as light -- pounding light like handsome children! -- ransom civilians -- COW AS KITE!
OWL AT NIGHT like nocturnal animals -- pop purple danimals -- I'm the archetype
Stop the light popping sites lock of light acosting plight -- bitch please! I ''EMBARK AT NIGHT''
Your heart's on ice -- you're soul's diminished in a frenzy - stop this conglomerate MC --
COCK back pistols like a cocked back whistle blower; -- popping these feats!
Kissing CLOVERS FOR GOOD LUCK! Like good luck battling echelon!
I'm the petro sconce; the clever phenomennen -- nine eleven bombs!

You think you're sick?
I'm about to shrink your dick
till' it's the size of a babies finger tip
I'll let a killer bee sting your clit
and sink your ship
your penmanship... I'm something you don't wanna tinker with
fuck you in the ass till' your sphincter rips
you step inside the ring, your hit
with so many disses that linger, stick
in your mind, I don't got enough ink for it

See, murder is something we have in common
the difference is, after you kill you're calm then
after I bloody my tools I just wanna get more and more blood on them
I'll boil you alive like a packet of ramen
like a lobster that I caught and
eat the brains from your noggin
I drop men
as quickly as I move my unorthodox pen
and read the Satanic Bible over their coffin
Amen...

Fuck with me I'll have your skin off
your limbs lost
lobotomize you while your pinned to a cross
use your blood as dippin' sauce
use your vitreous fluid as lip gloss
make you give my dog a rim job
season my bread with your minced thoughts
your death is the kind of shit I could binge watch
video tape it, watch it 50 times before your bloods even rinsed off
and masturbate to it till' my dicks soft

I'm a sick man
with an elephant's dick span
bake your liver in a non-stick pan
shit, damn
bust my gun on you till' it's jammed
for thinkin' you could diss me and I'd just let it stand
stepping to me is like stepping in quicksand
I'm like a thermonuclear bomb as it hits land
with a swift hand
I'll strangle you with your own pissed pants

I'm the best rapper on earth
I'll run you over, rip your flesh like a tractor on dirt
in fact to save me the trouble I'll just go back in time and blow up the hospital that had your mom birthed
I don't need a long verse
to prove that I'm better than a has been lackin' on the wrong turf
Just look into the toilet after you take a shit if you want to see what Amen is worth

He never rapped like I do
if I wanted to kill myself, I'd climb his ego and jump down to his IQ
your whole family will die too
you can watch them as they bleed out beside you

R-kelly Jackson and Parks.imma target these chattles ..
just to discard ya whole line up of bars fo this battle..
slaughter you like cattle....... you aint fuckin wit me...
votes pleze..im killin him Id think the judges agree..
just as you stated u gotta be no-wieghted to battle
such a hoe like I first anticipated...so whatch me drop ya to
ya knees.. you stink like swiss cheese as I sneze out
ya fleaz ya grab tha keys to ya jeep puttin ya mouf on freeze is
my main fuckin skweeze..

sorry verse fo yo weak ass....


my verse is on some ill shit, like canibals wrestling/
Avon kidnapped, ya mom today - for animal testing/

if you drop a rhyme that hurts me, i'll drop 10 that hurt you more/
when i'm on the rhymes, you can't shine like a dirty Porsche/

when this battle was set up, only nerds said you'll win/
but that's impossible like Big Macs at Burger King/

i spit hypnotic, rhymes got you all in a trance/
your rhymes are ugly like a Biggie Smalls belly dance/

you need a new hobbie, maybe you could try a job/
cos' ya lyrics are corny like porn movie dialogue/

you can't spit fool, nobody is rating you/
you couldn't beat me on NFL on Playstation 2/

i bob and weave like Ali, you getting poked with jabs/
i'll hit you with lines, like you getting slapped with note pads/