The Mercenary Meets the Disciple
By: Vyse and Prime

~~~Vyse~~~
yo with the money we collect can buy out "Foxwoods",
now niggas trying to invest so we got to pop hoods,
yea its me again but this time i got another 9 and Prime,
so i giving the board to its owner...which means its rightfully mine,
all this gangsta got me repeating the same cycle,
so I when i was looking for answers I met "The 5 Disciple",(Prime)
now its worst for niggas to combine against the power of future "Caesar", (juliusCeaser)
when we run this game everybody looking up to Neutral leaders,
our kingdom is done while you waiting for yours to come, (Kingdom Come)
while we relaxing on our beds waiting for your girls to cum,
the "Jedi Mind" can make your face look like the half of the "DeathStar",
financially in cash yall niggas know who the best are,
niggas know I came a long way but im still going,
this month has been all vyse but im still flowing,
my creativity is gone cause im after the girls and money,
but it will arise again like Imotepth from "The Mummy",
Vyse is the nigga yall be like something wrong with his head and shit,
but yall must be tired of your lives cause yall spitting all dead and shit,(lol)
go back to church & eat the bones of christ,
then come back to the board and read the words from VYSE,
crime, life, bitches, money I spit like the words from "Escobor",
thats why every post I always seem to test yo bar,
the mercenary getting around the best way possible,
from sleeping with bitches to putting you in a hospital,
taking asprin like an everyday skittle,
the key to me is me to key ..you figure out the riddle,
like "Seprioth"(FF7) I walk through the flames of Eternal Damnation,
cause prime terminated the world with global Obliteration,
and start a new civilization but that's under supreme classification,
and this is the best mother fucking collaboration.

(PRIME the 5th Disciple)
In this the final conflict high powers and copper idles to enlist this
The fluid I spit his briskes
Without so much as whispers
And with the swiftness of what you transisted
Can carry info, a widow slapped when you missed this
Directly cut by my discus
Forged upon the anvils of Prophestus hand skills
I slam your damn grill
Execute in Greco-Roman holds
Roll controls the battle gear
Exploding through the atmosphere
I saddle fear, reads cereberal centipedes
And Evil Steades the feeble flee
Holdings of a rapper thats headed for the sky the scroll
Is to be viewed by the mischievious eyes of Loki
I hated your verse so I went back in time
Waited in your mother's warm uterus
To kill you before you were born
Like zygotes my hands split the trunk of petrified oaks
It's time to die folks
You think that I joke
I leave you die slow
Your wrists are broken tied to horses
Quartered as forces pull you in opposite directions
Dissection of my anatomy
Will lead to the unveiling of blood shield
In a tiny time will reveal
That a giant computer body
Which is similar to RoboTech
Downloaded wreck
From the million megabytes of rhymes that rest on the 5th Disciples neck
I'm coincotin medical doctrine's in journals
Maternally important internal organs and verbally abortin
epidermal assortments; prime torments, your performance
More reinforcements are necessary
Vocabulary slapped your capillaries
Adversaries are buried and made imaginary
in my stadium, homo sapien brains I'm drainin 'em
Through their cranium, my style subterranean
like stalagmites, or titanium I brought the strontium
90, stompin 'em with osmium
My rhyme be, like a fluid, now your body spew it
Across your fuckin birthplace like amniotic fluid
I wreck the mic, like electrolytes, extend like dendrites
Do transduction, you under construction like websites
You should be alert when I grip the cordless
or wind up payin mortgage on your cyrogenic storage

THAT IS SOME RAW SHIT SOME HARDCORE SHIT WATS THE FUCKING DEAL!