Gods of War

[~.A.R.~]

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/show...18#post3194118

http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/showthread.php?t=234724



A.R. - blue text
AbstracT - red text
streets disciple - black text

Gods of War

Three Stories Untold...

A.R.

God had a second son, I was Jesus' better half//
face was satanic, so they made sure I'd never last//
forever rath, they confused my worth, assumed the worse//
cause if my mouths unmuzzled, I could consume the earth//
paradise reduced to dirt tongues leprosy I've infused a curse//
devil's man with a metal hand, reason for tombs and hearse//
known for fast death quick as the last breath, conscious is sick//
in the same form, my brainstorms make continents shift//
good and evil constantly rift, I plan to raise hell to heaven//
buckle ya shit, a hustlers wit, to God I can sell a weapon//
make fire melt in seconds, camouflage till I meet stealth//
and I keep testing lifes limits untill I can cheat death//
each breathe is carcinogenic I'm by far the nicest rapper//
and if I write backwards, I'm even twice the hazard//
I'm the face of death, created from a base of meth//
a demon breed from anarchy, incased in flesh//
and through the power of words, cowards and nerds//
scour the earth attempting to decipher my hour of birth//
see just through my pen, wielded power no rival equaled//
the anti-christ, I even wrote the bibles sequel, titled evil//
a human exterior, but my interior was hollow inside//
and if any man tasted my fist, he swallowed his pride//
so my enemies had me buried alive, for tyranny and lies//
but I was rebirthed, after hiding for centuries disguised//
a prophet, skilled and graced in the art of war//
a general's mind...and I possessed the heart of four//
when darkness pours, victims know I've made an arrival//
equipped with a blade and a rifle till I've slayed any rival//


streets disciple

My words alone send chills down the spines
of the crowd who hide's behind their clouds of lies
plant my seed so a female sprouts my crimes
to raise the black demon..full of clout and pride
I, the deceptive villian who pout's..then smile's..
to get my way in life without a doubt of guile
Hoz is.renowned for style..with a mind so foul
I scope my prey out with the eye's of owl's
I eat them raw..their heart, their jaw's get carved
cuz in cat and mouse games..im the Dog that barks
my lyrical motive shows criminal potence
shitting on church niggas who be giving atonement
living thru vivid picture, mixtures of sins
tricked by ambivalent, diligent, dim witted men
subliminal disses pulled by triggers of pens
scour the forbidden pillars cuz killers pretend kid
by enstilling villany thru the feelings of freindship
conceal ya defenses.. with fist's of steel
I rip and peel, and lift the seal off their ego
let it deflate, show no remorse to people
any type of resistance would cause a sequel
to ya end, an artist cuz the draw is lethal


AbstracT

Hard to the core, heart, and organs, I'm the god of your war//
The son of a gun, what you think he fathered me for?//
Hand locked to a sword until I'm disarmed and dropped to the floor//
I'm impossibly raw, in the back of your mind like the top of your jaw//
Cockin the four, I'm an absolute vision of violence//
The decision to fire it, rests restlessly in the grip of tyrant//
Ready and willing, a god's body with the head of a villian//
Filled with a cold vision so wicked that the dead would have spilled it//
If they were able to feel it, but I slaughtered their souls//
The prodigal foe, there's blood on my hands and my body is cold//
I'm probably the most viscious, sickest figure, sipping your vomit//
I don't need oxygen, I'd prosper in the tip of comet//
I can leap from a pit to a summit, into the pit of your stomach//
I'm as sick as they come and there's always sickness to come with//
Anything I'm delievering to make humans bleed//
I could face you and flee and still break you in threes//
With a blade's edge aimed dead at your waist and your knees//
Basically I'm the Matrix on speed even at an eighth of my speed//
Hatred and greed, lust, envy and pride//
But I feel empty inside until I empty the nine and my enemies die//

[T.e.m.p.o]

word son shit pretty dope u should jump in my click

[T.e.m.p.o]

and in this beef wit lil 187 we would murda that cat

[~.A.R.~]

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[warchild]

It was a long read but it was worth it, The flow was real nice in the first 2 verses but abstract your flow was nice in parts and poor in others it was too inconsistent it damaged the piece a bit but it was still some nice lines in your verse. The thing i liked most about the piece was the vocab and imagery they were extremely well detailed some decent emotion mixed in to draw the reader in so i'll give you props for that. Nice concept too.
If you can write good imagery your half way to being a good writer just depends on what your flows like and the flow in all 3 verses was nice apart from the third it was too inconsistent but overall it was a real good piec e a nice read, keep writing and keep posting i'll be looking for more of your verses.

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[Ether Spitter]

I have to say that this was a coo piece...i was feelin the first an last verse...the flow n schematics hit hard....tho the first verse i disagree wit the idea of bein the second born to the saviour...the idea n images depicted sstyle hit nice in rhyme form...as for the mid verse...i wasnt feelin it at all...the flow was coo but the ideas been played but it turned out ok....the last verse from abstract was on point...i was feelin the flow and personification....: I'm impossibly raw, in the back of your mind like the top of your jaw//
...this line itself did it all....nice collab dukes

igido

[mcl]

nice i only cum on here once a night and this waS wanna the best cause of the flow and structure

[~.A.R.~]

good looks

[Zip ah D Do Da]

u the sun of a gun i must have fathered you boy/all dem but wuppins they must of bothered u boy/ Ur rymes r hot like acid/i stand in front of you n give you a gun cause i know you wont blast it/ U trash Boy Run in cricles over u like flash boy/ Why u tryin to act hard when i hit u and crash like nascar/ Put u in the zoo Flashy like madagascar/ u just mad just u dont have a black card/ u say u the god of war only religious stuff you do is is go to church n pray boy/if you wanna live past today you betta do wut i say boy/i dont play boy/i'll spray boy/hitchu one time nd make you fall boy/1 800 learn how to fight thats who you call boy/i got punchlines like boxin gloves/cause when i throw em all you see spillin is blood/ Im katrina cause i bring dasaters like floods I got swords Give u nubs and scabes i worked u so good u must be gettin abs/ u feel pokin in ya stomach boy you must be gettin stabbed/zing zing boy das all you hear/i get krunk wit bang bangs das all you fear/aye im hittin you so hard you hittin the flow and the cielin/im not gay homie so stop bringin that sexual feelin/aye check this im a young kat in a young world/you hear screamin oh that must be yo girl / Im bright as a glow stick u got shot one time releasin the whole clip/ Take my Tempature cause the flow sick/ im killin u aint moanin no more so im bout to quit/ THATS RIGHT!

[waterflow]

u the sun of a gun i must have fathered you boy/all dem but wuppins they must of bothered u boy/ Ur rymes r hot like acid/i stand in front of you n give you a gun cause i know you wont blast it/ U trash Boy Run in cricles over u like flash boy/ Why u tryin to act hard when i hit u and crash like nascar/ Put u in the zoo Flashy like madagascar/ u just mad just u dont have a black card/ u say u the god of war only religious stuff you do is is go to church n pray boy/if you wanna live past today you betta do wut i say boy/i dont play boy/i'll spray boy/hitchu one time nd make you fall boy/1 800 learn how to fight thats who you call boy/i got punchlines like boxin gloves/cause when i throw em all you see spillin is blood/ Im katrina cause i bring dasaters like floods I got swords Give u nubs and scabes i worked u so good u must be gettin abs/ u feel pokin in ya stomach boy you must be gettin stabbed/zing zing boy das all you hear/i get krunk wit bang bangs das all you fear/aye im hittin you so hard you hittin the flow and the cielin/im not gay homie so stop bringin that sexual feelin/aye check this im a young kat in a young world/you hear screamin oh that must be yo girl / Im bright as a glow stick u got shot one time releasin the whole clip/ Take my Tempature cause the flow sick/ im killin u aint moanin no more so im bout to quit/ THATS RIGHT!

u funny as hell jus b cause ya name hit me back

[~.A.R.~]

wtf..yo dont post in my thread