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<____________________/ | \\_____ \ \_ _____/____________________>
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/ ~ \/ | \ | __)_
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\ Y / | \| \
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<____________________\___|_ /\_______ /_______ /____________________>
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\/ \/ \/
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"A Cipher"
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by - Nybar & Basehead
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<_______________________________________________________________________>
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<__________[ HOE E-Zine #973 -- 12/18/99 -- http://www.hoe.nu ]_________>
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<__________/~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\_________>
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<basehead> nybar, the best view from your window still looks like hell, i
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gotta drop this, as i steal the keys to your cell... boy, you
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cant unlock this.. i'm a mental safecracker, a real piece
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packer, a language hacker.
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<Nybar> safecracker? son, you just lost your keys; I mean, please, why
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would you fuck with my steez? language hacker? I'm an attacker
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like Pinker doing a rain dance, who's a hacker that can't hack
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into his own pants?
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<basehead> Nybar, i can hold it and set it, kick some field goal shit on
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your halfback ass
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<basehead> i'm an MC trainer, in the Bronx DOjo, my weapons are my
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acid tongue and my flow.. punk, you wanna battle? i'm good
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to G-O!
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<Nybar> acid tongue--pick that up from going down on your moms? you
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belong in my cheering section, strapped with pom-poms; yo, dojo,
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hear that word in a movie? i rep for NYC, an MC sufi
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<Nybar> i've mastered chess and GO, but fuck mental arts and games, i've
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been blessed with flow, so if you start you'll be in pain
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<basehead> When i've got you locked down like a fat kid, crushing your
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chest kid.. put your ass to rest.. who you gonna call? like
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ray parker jr.. the next hoopt you'll be freaking is a lincoln
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at your funeral
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<basehead> i take you out at othello, betta recognize, when we hit our
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knees for c-lo, your ass is snake eyes.. get your hand out my
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bag of tricks, this wizard will fill this track with riffs and
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licks
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<Nybar> fat kid on top of me, this must be a prophecy, but i'm going to
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tell you something, and isn't this sick: you ain't crushing the
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king, you ridin' his dick; send me to a coffin, i emerge from the
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dirt, but i ain't been killed often, and you're already hurt
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<Nybar> snake eyes, fuck that shit, i rip it continuous like Rope, want
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to fuck around, but you ain't got a hope--my shit is dope, you'll
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have no idea about skills until you see, that this MC drops
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epiphanies with clari-ty, while he flows like pee
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<basehead> you playin junior high games, boy i'm writin my thesis, for a
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post-doc in hiphop because i'm often thrown props, how much on
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this battle do you wanna wager? the only props you evah saw
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was as a stage manager..
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<mogel> yo, nybarious can throw magic, 'cause he's a lyrical wizard,
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he'll freeze this whole channel up, castin' a blizzard--but bein'
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frozen probably somethin' heady's got down, cause it starts to
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suck when you be comin' around.
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<oregano2K> I have had dreams about a Basehead/Nybar rap-off and each
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time I wake up screaming.
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<Nybar> hah, blizzard? my shit does damage one fifty, basehead is shifty
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cause he can't get wit me. his knives can't stick me, or
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puncture--I'll cut him off at every juncture.
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<Nybar> stick pins in his ass like acupuncture--or voodoo, yo mogel, rock
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the party like you do
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<basehead> Maybe you flow like pee, but i flow like LIT3 in final
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fantasy... take your ass out like a wizard ogre, mogz, take
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out the checkered flag, cuz i'm roundin my last lap, bustin
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caps, this shit is over.
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<mogel> ready to quit, huh? it's pretty damn soon. you're still eatin'
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lyrical breakfast and it's way past noon.
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<Nybar> yeah, this shit is over, but you came in last--find yourself
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disintegrated, every time that i blast; final fantasy? like your
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fantasy of dissin' me? final because you're dead from pissin'
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me...OFF, cause you're comin' too...SOFT?
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<Nybar> MC NYBAR, i disconnect your back with a plybar, get ill, you find
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yourself in tar--and feathers, because you're wack, can rhyme but
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can't put flows--together...
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<basehead> you come soft like Snuggles, i come hard like peter north,
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getting my lyrical rocks off, cuz my ill rhythms knock socks
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off, i unplug you from the wall feedin you half a volt, i use
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my hiphop solar panel to aid me in my rhymamatic jolts
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<Nybar> rhymin' wizard, i'm rippin' the gizzard, down to the anus,
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because my shit is famous--known worldwide, like Ben & Jerry's,
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try to test my flow, shit is a little scary, like the cold war,
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test my shit, you must not know what you're in for--solar panels?
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you're wackest on this channel--don't even step to me, because I
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crush the sun, and solar energy
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<mogel> havin' to hear me scold ya when i soldja, but i'd buy and sell
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your ass any DAY any WAY--let's be straight: you ain't got
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ANYTHING to SAY. when mogel hits the mic your mouth is just
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gapin' open, observin' all my styles, tryin' to rip me off,
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scopin'--waitin' and waitin' years for me to make a mistake but
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these lyrical superpowers are somethin' you'll never fake.
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<Nybar> i solder your eyes shut, and then rip out your tongue, you get
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surprised, cut all over--because your style is mad young, i'll
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get ill on you, without any reason; cook you on a skillet, use
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OREGANO to season...[note: oregano wuz sayin' shit in da channel!
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disparagin' shit!]
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<basehead> a gizzard makes sense see, cuz you remind me of holiday
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turkey.. i'll take out my funk baster, drop a few drips of
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this shit, you'll be coughin up blood.. you cant reach the
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sun, with a telescope, in fact you'd lose a battle to dead
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catholc pope
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<basehead> a papal disgrace, he'd shove his mitre in your face..
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whatcha gonna do now? on the steps of st peters, i hit the
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woofers then the tweeters, the ladies at my side sayin 'oh
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base can we ride??' and they can get the bozack, along with
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nybar..
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<Nybar> fuck that, i've got a style that be fresh from the street, i'm
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battling gods while you lose to characters from Sesame Street,
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and by the way, the letter of the day is E, for Emcee, something
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you are not--you ain't got any heat, but still trying to blow up
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my spot
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<basehead> not an mc star, but a burned out moon
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<Nybar> papal disgrace? I'll rub this in your face: i battled aquinas,
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sent him to outer space; you be a moon, then i guess you're also
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a Sailor, wackness in your tune is the crime, and i'm the jailer
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<basehead> the only god you battle is some anime shiiiit, i could blind
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them dewy eyes with shit this raw.. you wanna battle cartoons,
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coo' you can swing with hanna barbara, i'm takin nations by
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storm, throwin punches hoistin flags, so step off me fags..
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<Nybar> -click-, the door's closed, revoked your rhyming lisence..spit
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another wack verse you rehearsed, punch you in the face like Mike
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Tyson
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<Nybar> but not mic-tie, son, because i clearly won--with my man mogel or
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not, this is ya execution...
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<mogel> if basehead was a shootin' star, we'd glock that shit with just
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one chorus / if comparin' lyrical speed, it's like a ninja to a
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brontosaurus!
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<Nybar> cartoons is hard, but my shit is invincible; i should put you in
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detention, you can battle the principal...
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<basehead> Man who you playin? you're just a little mac, can't withstand
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this attack.... i drop a sub switch bass and you land on your
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back.. barely, snappin necks when my bass comes correct.. get
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on your knees and genuflect
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<Nybar> ahhh! move like a ninja, cigarettes to singe ya; in the eyes,
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you've got wackness i despise, i needn't wear a disguise..just
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send my avatar, you should battle my sister, your shit's not on
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par
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<Nybar> little mac? haven't you heard i'm a vegetarian? where do you
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get these played bars, a brain-dead librarian?
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<basehead> don't speak of the principal, get yourself back to school, cuz
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you aint never learned yourself the cardinal rule.. 1. don't
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step to me without an army witcha. and even then i drop
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lyrical bombs takin them by surprise, the strategies fail and
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i fill up the skies..
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<mogel> it's pretty damn clear basehead is headin' for a fall, nybar,
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maybe you'd have more entertainment battlin' a brick wall
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<basehead> figgas, niggas like you diss the library, cuz you diss the
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knowledge that made me legendary... i got nooks of books of my
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lyrical science, penned with quills of funk by my personal
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monks
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<Nybar> land on my back, you must want the hole--I clench like Mr. T,
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take off your penis whole, throw a bomb at me, I'll catch it like
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a star from the silent era--climb a building the next day, while
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you be standing near-uh, elderly patient in an infirmary, while
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your shit is in sitches--I told you before, I'm housing you, and
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then stealing your bitches.
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<basehead> copyin my shit by the candle light... don't bother puttin up a
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fight cuz this shit is just TOOO DAMN TIGHT.
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<Nybar> nooks and crannies, good for grannies, but if it's knowledge you
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seek, just look at my brain--my shit runs deep, in spandrels,
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canals, tunnels and axons; i'll play you like wax-on,
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wax-off--you come robotic like g0ff, while i come
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extemporaneously...
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<basehead> I hear the words you sprayin but its all played out, i'm not
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afraid of your sphincter or your imaginary clout
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<Nybar> i'll flip a style from the free, you couldn't even step to me, i
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don't need clout or height to rain down on an ant, i got breath
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control while even over IRC you pant...
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<basehead> Canals and Axons? i need to ask whatcha ass on.. cuz a
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detective couldnt find clues to the meanings of that shit, not
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even magnum.. P.I., you want a piece of the basehead pie? i'm
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not surprised..
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<Nybar> huh--now, lets review, in case you haven't heard: a canal is the
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place we throw wack MCs, and then drop a turd, an axon is just a
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nerve, that's inside of the brain--but obviously you ain't got
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the mind, so why do i explain?
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<basehead> sit your ass at my table as i make like jesus, pass out bread
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and wine, and you can take my Tek-9.. framed Judas but you was
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deceivin me, that you could come correct in a war of the
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words, but the dictionary you drop is for the birds
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<Nybar> for the birds like you, but it's obviously too heavy--my brain is
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only eight pounds, and yet i flow like a levy--when it ain't dry,
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like yours, you're slow: go eat a pie, and i'll pour another cup
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of flow; oh wait, your plane went down--the music died, because i
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killed your fucking sound.
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<basehead> I grab my piece and then you walk the plank, makin you more
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bitter than this wench named crank.. i make like bunuel,
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droppin surreal shit, you get nicked like nolte, cuz you can't
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hold to me, callin for your granny
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<Nybar> bunuel? my shit is the latest and the last, i'm up to the task
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every time that i blast, a spray so hot your flesh becomes
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radioactive--you become non-stable, disabled, and then listed as
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inactive
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<basehead> to pick up the pieces that i left, most def, i got the maximum
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strenf.. one hundred percent aimed at the dome.. nybar, i bend
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you over and you can get the bone.. maybe my seed will be
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planted, and grow to be enchanted, a doppelganger inside doin
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my bidding, while i make a living gettin busy and droppin my
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riddim
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<AIDZZ> Don't you hate it when your itnernet girlfriend is having server
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trouble?
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<Nybar> you're about to get hurt, like a cat by an open window, not to be
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curt, but your flow is simple like nintendo, 8 bits, while i only
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spit 3d reality, so ill NYC put me on their salary, it's a
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tragedy..doppelganger, because your shit is duplicated; I live to
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infinity--my life's been elongated, sort of the opposite, as your
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penis size, never even dare to look me in my eyes
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<TanAdept> Poor cat!
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<basehead> wait, before you have a go, shit is wack.. your flow is
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parched, needs some h2o. pullin clips out my afro at a
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maximum pace, my breath is mace, leave you black and blue in
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your pig-like face..
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<Nybar> i got so many flows, and yet i maintain...hard for me to battle
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when you can only come on a 2d plane, and yet still stain your
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undies when i spit it raw like Ted Bundy, i've got head bouncin'
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around the world like "yo, we havin' fun, d"; H20? i make a
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forest out of the sahara, you be on some vaginal shit like that
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bitch Lara, Croft; this style I hold aloft when I'm flying--say
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you got skills? punk, you lying or DREAMING, while i'm rhyme
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scheming, and reacting instantenously, spontaneously, a perfect
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flow to fit me like Lee-vi, why would you want to vye? i could
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kill you in seconds but i'd rather stay mellow like chai--tea,
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but i'll still spit my decree: i have rhyming supremacy--so don't
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step to me!
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<basehead> The 2d plane carries infinite points, of my wisdom, of
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my rhythm, yeah i'm on point.. i'm all points, this station is
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H.Q. Home for my bullet train dome.. rushin through the tracks
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of styles you cant imagine, doin corkscrews through time
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pickin up mad history..
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<Nybar> housing every MC, rawer than beef the FDA didn't approve; it's
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clear to see, you'll never fill my shoes
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<Nybar> all points? i thought you were on one dimension; hey, didn't i
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mention your shit belonged in detention? wrong answer again,
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come with a train but i chop the fuckin' tracks, with a verbal
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axe from my lyrical attacks; or like an earthquake that i shake
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with verbal alacrity--come so fast you couldn't fuck with the
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celerity
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<basehead> I'm Grade A choice, in case you hadnt noticed, i light
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up like Bic and you can catch this dick, cuz those lips is
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yappin and flappin but your wisdom is sick.. needs an update,
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eat up some Total, call me up tomorrow when this battle ain't
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CAKE
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<Nybar> yo, i think it's clear to see for all, that your style belongs in
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the mall--along with N' Sync, i rip an underground party faster
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than you blink, Grade A? that shit gets demolished--A++ here,
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and you're failing college; Bic? that little girl took a lick of
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my dick, yeah that's for sure: straight up, ain't no metaphor, or
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simile, you can't fuck wit me, huh, Total, i prefer to be a
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mic-noble, limber rhymes is mobile, so i eat a wack rapper like
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you every day--that's an essential part of my RDA
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<Nybar> we should end this now
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<Nybar> I gotz ta go taz sleep!
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<basehead> I'm sweet with the ladies, like vanilla, but i construct
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scientific rhymes like Capsela.. you're a red necked fella,
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need to watch and learn, cuz look at the ground around you,
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shit is burning..
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*** HOE READERS: NOW IT IS UP TO YOU TO VOTE WHO WON THIS IRC
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BATTLE. MAIL MOGEL@HOE.NU OR NYBARIUS@HOTMAIL.COM--THE RESULTS WILL BE
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TALLIED, AND POSTED IN THE NEXT NYBAR RELEASE! ***
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[--------------------------------------------------------------------------]
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[ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #973, BY NYBAR & BASEHEAD - 12/18/99 ]
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