CREW BATTLE [Topical]:Spekz[V.A] vs. Vortex[P.J]

[deft_technique]

Verbal AssaulT vs. Poetic Justus

topic: cold
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[Spekz]

check

ive heard good things bout you vortex....so GOOD LUCK!!

[SyCo_187]

This Should Be A Good Battle
Ill peep It Wen u Guys Spit.....

[The Vortex]

checky

good luck 2u2 Spekz


this a bit of an undeveloped topic..

Cold!

[The Vortex]

Cold

I’ll leave hearts frozen, bringing numbness to all human emotion
Killers slay with me in mind, I laugh in the face of doom n destruction
Don’t ask me for directions…or ill mislead you till lost in the night
Flossed in the ice, I’m a Dog of War; savage you with frost when I bite
Incite anarchy; make even the upright lose faith as I smite families
Make moms kill babies; I bring pains & mental-strain like gum disease
Streets know me well dun; icy niggaz carry me in the form of a gun
So you can run to warmth of the sun, but its fate for winter to come
I support all aspects of hostility… & I’ll happily sponsor genocide
All your potions are useless, there’s no true serum for my idle demise
Invisible to naked eyes, moving covertly camouflaged by cloudy skies
Turn love iced make a loved one leave ya, so your damned even deeper
So don’t expect a favour… I’m running hand-in-hand with the Reaper.
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Drug addicts rely on me to put a freeze on their disturbed memories
So I hit em up with a heavy dosage of minus twenty degrees
Cold rains, my reign is consistent forget fire I’m primal to it
I shower hailstones like bullets…, sending shivers to spinal fluid
I’m that judge in that courtroom, giving you the evil eye
Serve you fifteen to life, smirk as you wave your people goodbye
I make orphans flood tears; days are dark & blue, chilly
Sold black slaves with Columbus from Jamaica to Papua New Guinea
Enter bloodstreams, abstract dreams in ghoulish nightmares
Told my bitch fuck an abortion clinic…& threw her down two flights of stairs
Knock you unconscious empty your pockets as you fight for air
So bitter, look at the chips on my shoulder, they’re more like rocks
I’m just waiting for the sun to die so I can turn the globe into an ice-block
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Creeping thru cracks & hinges, attaching rigor-mortis to the wasted
Appearing in many guises surreptitious, my presence is faceless
Frosted thoughts, remorseless activities keep my essence chilled
I’ll terrorize villages & city dwellers; have innocent peasants killed
I give spirit to soldiers, they lust sight of blood once filled with coldness
Sharp witted, living infamous, I stiffen joints bring arthritis to oldness
The frost takes naps, resting on mountaintops creating a haze
The lost wander into my mist, once inside: no escape from the maze
Early graves lay in my hands; I trampled Africa ruined towns for diamonds
Sparkle, I’m that Jewel in the Crown, working on Royal Consignment
Operating the hatred of heathens who believe in loyal assignment
To excitement which involves fighting & somebody is stabbed
Grabbed by the throat violently choked, head slammed on the road slab

Story is told,
Its
Cold