truth v.s. sandy

[Etell E. Gence]

well u go first remember

[Catastrophe]

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i want to create a crew wit me,you,and jay cause

jay:atract alot of attetion

you:cause you tha best on this site but no one realizes it yet

me:cause im a young dude trying to learn and geting betta in each post EX.^DISS THA EMCEE ABOVE YOU shit tha one on jay that shit was on point

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***Well son here is your lesson this is to make u learn better***

SandyPantz
*…Flicks his wrist and the ground starts to rumble, thunder sounds from the tips of the surrounding mountains…*


Yo,



Yo,


no quotes around concepts, truest form, i trust the intelligence of readers to recognize it. Observe:


Lesson 1: The Reason You Are Second


Intro of my verse is in its most finest place, first line, quick to redefine ya faith; Pantz the type to Put up Wet Floor signs near the fountain of youth (and watch) this idiot slip into a lifeless state...... (omg)
Supply ya face wit iron knives placed inside yo veins! Yor highness, die wit grace, besides ya faith is locked up….. inside a safe. Tha Lord has cometh to put, a-void in ya skullage ; Grab yur mind and escape!
HAHAHAHA, with one stroke,
NOW the original king is back to reclaim the throne I was on, shew I misplaced my crown where it belongs. ( looks at Jay ) 2-busy sinkin his teeth into a style I’ve flossed upon, :rollseyes:
mockin my jock, whaat u disgust me and everyone around ya, gawd.. itz obvious yu resemble Retired boat captains celebrating Earth Day ; Were ships the ground I walk on ! / fall back
Ouch - itz curtains, y’all. Take the blade outta mach shavers to maul yu wit razors across tables in studyhall, slash ya name in half (1/3) and put One-third on the edge, like itz enough to score in paper-football / (think about it )
Muthafucka I’ll grasp yo neck, tilt it back then rite until the bones crack left * oops * windpipe ruptured by accident! Buuuahaha, itz ok I’ll open up an orphanage for inhalers, as yu squirm on the floor to Foster up your last breath........... –continues laughing-
Past death, from tryn to measure up to my layer.. From 1-to-10, shit u barely make it there.… as for sandypantz, I keep the scale revolving around me like I’m the seat when fishes play musical chairs……… whoa!
Shoot ya prayers! I stand as satan-exhumed-in-me.. Difference between you and Me? I send shock waves thru this bitch, while yu merely Tip the ovaries - like expressing thanks to a one night stand with Gratuity……….
Forget the scene of the crime, I’ll expose lessons in aftermath. You a nobody on LD till I gave recognition and showed you a different path,
Then you switched styles and resembled my flows maaan (so I conclude) ya Identity Changes when -Sealed- to a new life.. …..like zip-lock workers in a witness protection program /
Connect into yur brain nodes’ path. Decipher the code you have, then consume it! Compute it, as a food for thought nourishment.. into my own brain stem (just add water) as I dampen ur mood with the seed to produce fruits of knowledge and use it! WHOA
Now Everything I do is magnified to a thousand, as I pound the screaming out of ya lungs loud, enough to ricochette sound off the wall and cause paint chips to fall down! {dam!}
Hold the gun to ya chin, b4 things get gory.. I can see ya life, light-ly flashing on ur face like Campers telling ghost stories. SandyPantz cloaked in the pope’s embroidery..
I Expose ya motives, my savvy flows so sic it’ll burn a hole thru volcanic molten, so peep the word usage: I raise the power to over-power the power ya hold without dictators using exponents to calculate battery voltage…….
Wait, hold it! SHITZ ABOUT TO GET EXPLOSIVE!!!!!!!!!!!

Explosive.


Personalized Statements: Complete Devastation


Fuck ya record from 09/05/1990 to present day stats… now imagine that, yu’ve been on for 7 yrs, but in 1997, your battles were completely whack ! wtf lol
now u competing wit me fag ? eye’n me and Jay only Viewing something precious as I put a gem-in-i.. like signs of zodiac!
My rite hand man now wanna smack me wit my own right hand, is that right man?
Well here’s the lesson: quit frontin like yu some legend. Its about quality of verses, not quantity leading to present..
Boast and brag all u want but its evident.. the evidence, shows u took 5 yrs till finally recognized as a text head ? (..ouch))
truth, u an example of how too much of something backfires instead. I introduce complex and creative punchlines that’s just adequate. you cram 5 of them in one line and they lose their effect. (its tru read his shit)
…ur whole hype and fame wuz rotten. who else taught u to break ya verse up in 3 parts, intro – middle – closer.. then sign ya name at the bottom!
Forgotten, pantz a true wordsmith.. taught u to Add more vocabulary, so u got more synonyms to work with.. Taught u to add poetic openings to punchline freeflows before you post it!
Jay already exposed ya, for writing words backwards over and over..turn all backs to forward, put it eitherway and even u will Rise to vote, sir! (spelt backwards, dam!)HOLY SHIT PUNCHLINE OF THE YEAR

( / pause )

( / waits for recovery )

( / ok letz have fun now )

yo,


Closing Moments: Acknowledge Your Whore-Maker

enjoy,

Ina past life I wrestled wit alligators to snake-charmin anacondas, fish fillet ya fresh bones to flesh prone starving piranhas,
Pythons carving into ya throat’s orifice, decomposin, to the point flies begin to spiral down ya wind pipe and mate wit tape worms that are formed in.. haha, u probably Blown away and Buggin out how I’m so morbid.. ( think about it )
So vicious to the bone, kid. Even Insomniacs suffer from Narcolepsy…… forget 1 eye, betta sleep with both opened! ~bitch~
Chokin’ .. shit! Death develops early, like zombies that work at the 1 hour photo is!
Ha, yu outta ya sense! battlin’ me, itz simply a death sentence. Whether its subatomic stats or claustrophobic electrons, matter of fact ya out of your element..
..And anything else that’s relevant!
Hit da mass wit pellets, silver bullets laced wit brass embedded.. cover ya vocal cords on top wit a du-rag, forget long talks… I’ll just re-cap what was said bitch!
Teks, clips..I’ll even use kitchen appliances. Shoot ya prayers and leave ya hopes full of metal as turned backs to wishing wells is…
- letz be honest for a sec, u’re too identical to me maybe u’ll diss my style or maybe im missing multies in text?
Hmmm, but its ironic how u try to be one in the same thinkin I need help? so any personal u throw….will most likely diss yaself! (tko.)


Fuck a imposter.


Dissected yu piece by piece.

[Etell E. Gence]

lets get this shit popin

truth
* comes in and all emcees bow down

sandy
* not bowing

truth
* laugths and and spits in his face

sandy
*not moving

truth
*takes of his cap to getting ready to kill this cat


ATTACK #1

listen dude you should be out spitten blues/
cause that shit that spit will make niggas blow you away like 50cent interveiws/
cause tha only niggaz that bow down to you is birds and thats when they eating peigon food/
tha only way youll get pussy is if you go out and buy a dog or two/
thowing shots at me naw thats hard to do/
you scared fuck and yo moms got more balls than you/
you tha type of crookced cop who tries to get high on tha sly/
i spit tha truth and make cats like you swallow a lie/
keep shit talking and ill throw you off a building than youll be like 3-6 mafia youll "fly till you die"....

shit fuck it sand you win i mean how tha fuck am i supposed to reply to yo shit? i just aint on that level yet........i hope you didnt forget it was oppisite day


ATTACK #2

you really though you had it for a sec/
but that shit dont come easy from a vet/
if a question asks "is sandy wack" is tha only time you score a check/
you know this cat is wack becuse he got his name from a cartoon/
you think you got it but yo heart doom/
you shinning like a ligther until i start fumes/
shit yo family gave you everything a hummer a jag/
but as time grew through tha summer grows tha dumber ya dad/
until tha day he found out that his son was a fag/..........

sandy
*begs for mercy

truth
*kicks him in tha fuckin face

sandy
*gets up and looks brave

truth
*in tha middle of delivering a ass whooping


FATALITY

see it only took three times to smash you/
you a fag who wants to fuck any male that past you/
tellin me he wants my dick "BICTH DID I ASK YOU"/
i kill niggaz wit bombs thats tha reason i learn cables/
you getting fucked by horses while im on tha verge to burn stables/
catch you in gay clubs wit ya crew and shoot you and tha d.j. thats tha way i turn tables/
even if you had money that will just make you a hoe wit some chips/
i will kill yo ass late like when you going to tha store for some clips/
you want to be sand well ill do you a favor and blow you ta bits/

sandy
*dead

truth
*pisses on em walks off and heads for his family


i lost i know but i put in all i got

[Catastrophe]

haha..funny shit man..nice battle..lets get some votes in here..gl

[Double~Hitz]

Aight First Of Dope Battle And Good Verse

But Truth Sandy Had You

And The Biggest Reason Is That He Had More Compared To you If Ya Write That Much Coulda been Diff

But I Still Think Sandy Had ya On Punches

Truth Ya Had Nice Flow

Vote Sandy

[Catastrophe]

thats 1-0 me uppin on votes...thanks double..and thanks truth for the battle

[Dennen]

to be honest

truth had a better flow

but sandy ripped with everythin else

i think that yo middle section was deffinately on point

wasnt really feelin tha first to much

an jus tore it apart with tha third

as fo truth

came pretty consistant thru out

overall not really a close call


sandy got this

[Catastrophe]

thats 2-0 me uppin for more votes..

[Etell E. Gence]

holy fuck just wrap me up and call me a present

[Catastrophe]

haha...it was a kewl battle ya know...keep writin man...u got talent...

[Dennen]

still lookin fo one more vote