ROUND 1 BATTLE RHYME
BY: VYSE A.K.A. UNHOLY

~~~VYSE~~~
The "Art of War" tells me you cant beat me even if stole canibus rhymes,
you beating me is like asking  can I bust nines,
from Romans 8:35. I will do it in such a catastrophy,(look below)
that you and whatever crew you have wont even come after me,
this is your "Final Fantasy" cause all niggas can see you cant win,
you even know it in your heart and "The Spirits Within"
all that technical shit you writing leaving you out of breath,
cause its hard to post a rhyme that's faker then "Anna Nicole's" breast,
mentally your bitch ass should stick to morality,
cause in reality your just another fatality,
you aint shit your own man calls me Robin Hood,
cause with my merry men I stay Robbin ya Hood,
you'll be rapping up unless you up your rapping,
you must be thinking like "Martin Lawrence" go against vyse "What's the worst that could happen",
if you love you life then don't step to vyse,
I'm twice as nice and your tic to seeing Christ,
the palm lady dreamed of this day,
when i blast bullets in ya ass and the casket is where you will lay,
you think you and your little crew won,
after im through yall little asses are done,
not even your God "thou art in heaven",
can stop the devils 666 while im packing an extra 7,
you bitch I got you shaking like you 80 years older,
you bitch I got you shaking like a Dual Shock Controller,
I'm the Drunken Master of rap while you battling me sober,
like Run-Dmc said nigga" its over"
after this shit I'll make sure niggas never heard of ya,
Lyrically and Physically im a "Murdera",
shit you know who  am so don't even post ya name,
just leave the game and be glad vyse left your mind sane,
and you can read this shit like its only a rhyme,
cause when your whole fam is gone im like its only a 9,
if the cops investigate im still like its only a crime,
you a bitchman walking like hoodman-blind,
try to explain VYSE but its well-defined,
hold up nigga hit that fuckin rewind,
try to explain VYSE but he's undefined,
as my words unwind your witness the mastermind,
then reading this text will make you colorblind,
go back to NIVLA and ask him for the checkoff,
cause vyse is trying to rip your fucking neck off,
you want everlasting life then believe in god's son,
I'll send you to meet him quicker just let me get my gun,
for some reason i think my gun my is very attractive,
but 3 is a crowd so we gonna make your body look abstractive,
I blast you with five different guns so you can feel each power,
use up all the clips and high off the cologne of "Gunpowder",
everyone knows that my aim is dead-on,
i don't kill from the back i take'em head-on,
but the truth is from this tourney you should have withdrawn,
so rest in peace for ever my rival HALCYON!

Roman 8:35= "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ"