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 Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 9:43 am
Esoteric was shown on the titantron sitting in the back. He had scrapes and bruises apparent from the massive beatdown from the Marines and C5
((Yeah, I skipped past the whole thing because I want the match to start already))
Esoteric looked up at the camera, he cocked a smile as he began to rap.
You tough men with your sneak attacks
Time to kill your pride with my battle rap
Marines entered a batlle with weak appeal
If you liked Semen so much you shoulda been a Navy Seal
I'ma battle 'till I shatter your clavicle
Call me admiral, raisin' the temp of the room
I'm the emperor, remember I never surrender, I dismember platoons
Your petty men are buffoons
We send 'em to their doom the second my venom enters their wounds
I understand y'all just made a mistake
You'll pay for it with The Druid's Wake
Semen I'm here to take your gold
Time to put you down in with the new and out with the old
The Inquisition got this on lock don't bother to try
We'll shatter your pride, destroy your crew and you'll Cartwright will cry
Dry your eyes and grab a tissue
I'll break laws with a gun, it's a government issue
It's the Inquisition and the Reich, we got power in numbers
And that's nines, .45's, .357's, and ******** your street cred, we'll turn your street red
We'll skin the head of a skinhead
Tavarius and ES raisin' hell without Pinhead
It's been said the Inquisition can immortalize rhymes
We kept heist plans in a trapper keeper -- that's organized crime
You might arrive in a stretch limo, tinted out
But you'll leave on a stretcher linen with no mouth, neck broken and ribs stickin' out
So now its time to step back and hit the Indo with the Prophet Tavarius and Dan the Cleric
Time for y'all to Learn from the Druid better known as Esoteric
Esoteric stepped back from the camera. He saluted in mockery of The Marines. As the Camera began to spin.
((I'm leaving it optional for Tavarius, Dan or the Reich to drop a rap.))
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2008 10:59 pm
After spinning counter-clockwise back, Tavarius appears on the camera in an Amish get-up. "Yeah b***h, this is how we plow:"
300 Spartans and a legion of Persians
Cannot stop our holy excersions
Yeah you stumble and fall
Like prom dresses after the ball
I'm a Prophet of disaster
Shattering your egoes like plaster
You think you're golden masters?
Bitches please, you're just dry cracka's
Bring your armies and guns
All your daughters and sons
You set the pace
We'll lay you to waste
C-5 and Marines, what kind of s**t is this?
All we're doing is business, no need to fling piss
8 to 5 means we're hauling a** overtime
You can jump and hump but just listen to 'dis rhyme
We're taking your crosses with divine powers
Leaving you wishin you was still in golden showers
Samoa, Divinity, and a Bloody Reich theorist
Draggin' bodies to graveyards, yeah this s**t's serious
Shoot the crap, spin the wheel
You'll need all the luck that's real
Cause this is what you'll feel
Inquisition wrath in a five course meal
You can swear by holy books you follow
Just act like a b***h and swallow
You tampered with death, now our souls are hollow
A holy message, from Tav and Esoteric
Light the incense cause soon you'll feel Prophetic
Throwing his hat like a frisbee at the camera, Tav threw up west-side and took a bow as the camera shot upwards into the sky.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 6:34 am
The camera shoots upward at Snypa jumping off a ladder that was set up for someone to fix a light. He holds his Television title to the camera.
It's the Midwest maniac
Bring fire to where the ******** you at
If you wanna fight
You gotta step to the Inquistion
And contend with the Reich
Atrocity 3-X
And the Television Champ
We 'bout show y'all bitches
How we roll
My fists are bisexual, no discrimination
Niggas, C-5, and Marine bitches
Will ********' feel 'em
Cartwright, Casey, Danzig, and Chaos
If you bringing drama
*Snypa pulls an M-16 out on the camera.
I'll leave your brain sprayed out
The hour's now
It's the ringing of the bell
Eso and Tav
are bringing the Reich From Hell
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 6:35 am
Dan next appears on Camera. He's got a huge baggy shirt on, tons of bling, and grills in his teeth.
"I jush haff one fing to shay".
He then throws off all the fake bling and takes out the grills. "Who the ******** is my stylist, why do I have a stylist, and what the ******** did they do to me? Anyway." Dan says, now unblingafied, "I just have one thing to add..."
He then takes in a deep breath, as if in preperation for some mad rymes...
"BITCHES!!!"
((Told you Damien and Schev would post, Jeck razz ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 10:09 am
((I know. Schev's verse like destroyed mine, and he don't even listen to rap. So I have to one up him.))
The Camera flipped away from Dan and once more back to Esoteric.
"I make Evil Knievel music, I come through stuntin'
Every verse is the same, just flipped a little somethin' somethin'
Baby I'm crazy, a crazy baby, a sick infant
Born with intent to spit slick sentences with sick penmanship
And even when I'm outnumbered, I shut 'em down
Like Teddy Bruschi and I proved it in the past so don't you ******** around
Some say I'm stupendous with sentences, pen a genesis
Chemists with seven venomous menaces on your premesis
Act like a b***h guy and get stabbed in the eye with my scissors
Rap super-star for now, hip-hop legend for later
Leave a treacherous crater with a push of this detonator
So who's ill and who's not? Who's popping and ooh-wop
Who's a cross between El Chupacabra and Tupac?
The Divine ones and The Reich never make love songs
We finger ******** bitches with Freddy Kruger gloves on
We got more claws and razors,
A lot of Rambos, Commandos and Terminators,
You Die Hard when I rhyme bars,
Roll an L with the same holy scroll that God's DNA's designed on."
Esoteric fell backwards into a chair that was sitting behind him. He looked at the camera.
"This parts for anyone left in the audience who still thinks The Inquisition can be stopped."
"I put you up on the IV, not the Roman Numeral 4
But the IV that leads to the funeral floor
Face it, ******** I could pay to get rid of you
I got more heads in the hood than pagan rituals
Tough sinners, break bread with Jesus at dinner
Protected by a heavenly force, ******** a minister
Niggas know better, no one's letter is better than mine
Every time I rhyme, it's metal, the terror level is high
Plus I testify, it's best you die"
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