Thorax Dis

[Sage]

Thorax - this is for you actin´ like a bitch. Reply if you got what it takes.

diarrhea mouth, lil bitch you running your lips too much
recognise real mens from cipher girls and keep it hushed
mic gimmick, thorax, one wonder kid I´m calling your name
can´t pen a verse, stuck on two bars like the cross of lorraine
the simplest lines I ever wrote, your slow brain couldn´t contain
my vocals spark flames, me teasin the mic is just a game
it ain´t how many streets in your town, it´s how much game you got
how tight your beats are, and how wild you rockin spots
sit your a** down let me skool your punk a** for a minute
those weren´t even big words I was using, you just illiterate
it´s all in the name Sage that defines true wisdom of age
ability to drop knowlege when I bar a verse on a page
or is you back-packer a** too dumb to understand
retrace your steps, swallow your words and start again
coming against Sage - you outta of your league boy
I snap your joy, slap you and your pink barbie toys
you fuccin with a big dawg, who woofs the loudest bark
yet you soft, not even viagra could make your shit hard
actin´ the man, fronting on ciphers - you don´t belong
this was just a warning, next time I´ll be burying your dome
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[thorax]

SAGE, ACT YOUR AGE, LET ME THROW YOU IN THE CAGE
AND FEED YOU BIRDSEED UNTIL U UNDERSTAND WHAT I´M ABOUT TO CHIRP
WAIT A MINUTE LET ME BURP.....


OKAY

YOU LITTLE f***FACE, EAST LONDON IS LIKE KEETMANSHOOP
A GHOST TOWN, IF U WAS IN MY CYPHER YOU´D HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LOOP
YOU JUST A LITTLE GEEK, WITH AN 8 CM PENIS
YOU´D PROBABLY RUN UP AND GIVE A KISS ON THE CHEEK OF JESUS
GET OFF MY SCROTUM, YOU CANNOT SPEAK TO THE STREET
YOU SPEAK TO WEEKEND WHITE BBOYS WHO GOES FOR FLAVOURS OF THE WEEK
YOUR RHYMES ARE WEAK, AND BLEAK LIKE MEMPHIS
TAKE THE TIME AND LEARN A FEW TIPS FROM A CAT LIKE LEFT FIST
TAKE THAT DICK, OH SORRY, MIC OUT YOUR MOUTH
BECAUSE WHEN YOU STEP TO ME YOU BETTER PUT IT DOWN SOUTH
BETWEEN MY LEGS, NIBBLE ON MY EGGS
LICK MY SHAFT AND SWALLOW MY CUM THEN GET ON THE BED
WEAR MY SISTERS PANTY AND PUT YOUR DICK UP YOUR BUM
AND PRETEND TO BE A GIRL WHILE I PUMP MY COCK UP YOUR ANUS
AND SEND THE VIDEO TO THE MEMBERS OF DAVOS
NOT EVEN PPC COULD MAKE YOUR SHIT HARD
NOT EVEN SENDING AN ARMY OF BARMIES UP YOUR a**
GO RIDE AN OSTRICH OR BECOME A SATAN WORSHIPPER
KILL A PENGUIN OR SOMETHING, THAT´S ALL YOU E.L. LOW INCOME EARNERS ARE GOOD AT DOING
YOU I´M SCREWING
YOU BLEW IT LIKE TONY
YOU CANNOT COPY ME LIKE A CD SONY
YOU CAN BE MY ESCORT LIKE POLONY
AND RIDE MY ENTERPRISE
TAKE OFF THAT DISGUISE
YOU ARE REALLY ATTRACTED TO GUYS
HOW DO I KNOW? WHEN YOU FART IT´S LIKE A HOLLOW CLAP
THAT MEANS YOUR BUM IS A VIRGIN IT´S GOT A HUGE GAP
THORAX IS NOT THE BEST BUT I´LL DAMAGE YOUR REPUTATION
I GOT MORE SHIT IN STORE SO TO MY FANS I SAY....JUST BE PATIENT




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[thorax]

DID SAGE WALK AWAY WITH HIS TAIL BETWEEN HIS LEGS?
OR WAS IT BECAUSE HE PREFERRED THE TASTE OF MY EGGS?

WHERE YOU AT BIYAAAATCH??

I´M WAITING FOR YOUR NEXT WEAK ATTEMPT
YOU ARE LYRICALLY EXEMPT

[Sage]

when I retaliate, it´s always deadly reaction
pace quickened in forward motion, deadin fools like a posion
punk niggazduck, while I lux in khakhi´s and a sunday hat
first bard of the set, when I react you get dropped like claps
draq queen on stage, dimmed lights tryna act the man
I´ve been hunting for fun before the exsistence on Khoisan
rapid retaliation is a bitch ain´t it?
pushed thorax against the wall, slapped him twice before he fainted
feeble one, you still a learner, I wrote the book
published it, hold the rights, 1st thru the last edition, now look

I´ll finish this off on Monday. Enjoy the weekend. It might be your last

[briCK]

BATTLE BATTLE ...** starts beatboxing **

[faaibop]

respek to yoo emsees

sage i tink yoo need to hook up wit faaibop
2004 is gonna be a grayt year for hiehop if yoo stil aroun we ken doo demich toogeduh
slat my op die eemayl broe or how yoo hiephop kets say hit me on mayl

thorex i tink your verses soun like yoo cood be Emile from Blek Nois
rep is not for yoo
i tink yoo muss mayk like faaibop en juss sit on the sideline en comment

[swt-kid]

Ya nothing works like a new whip. see it is I singlehandedly that has improved the level of internet rapping skills on this muthapaken site. sage you know Binary Divide? Do you want to end up like he?
thorax, you sound like you going through menopause? whats up with sticking your stick in other men´s a**es and " SENDING AN ARMY OF BARMIES UP YOUR a**" sies! moffie! Pollsmoor would be heaven for you!

Swtkid runs this ish

[faaibop]

wutt yoo know ubout Pollsmoor?

det plays is ruff

i doan whiess aneebody to go dhere

[Sage]

comrade style, I´m a disturbed writer with a penchant for war
soon as I step on scene, velcro niccers is out the back back door
come packed with illuminous rhymes that glow like vegas nights
verbal ammo galore, bombs, greenades and burners of all types
quick to spark a match, c´mon let´s get this shit started
only real mens over here, digi-warfare ain´t for the light-hearted
I´m here to finish what I started, flush whoever it is that I kak´d at
set ablaze the flame, deading mice niccers wherever I spark at
exposin´ the who´s who, leaving behind blatant trails and clues
for rap fools, frontin´ like they ain´t knowin´ I paid my my dues
the truth, I´m second to bring heat swinging your way like trapeze
your best bet, Thorax, is to duck, relocate and learn balinese
think back, got a taste of Binary Divide, it ain´t nothing sweet
now when Sage is on it too, conceit twit, conceed defeat
construe what the meaning is, I´m pro, you still learning this
youngin´ you went amis with your foul mouthed parti pris
you crossed the line endangered Iives with your malign mind
when I entwine with mines, it means your dental line realign
scribin´ you own ether, detailed precision scope of forlon hope
"who´s next if kin?" lambast your mope arse when I lope
I don´t entertain loin beef from heifers, it´s too immature
this is a contact print for the stuntman that you are
canned in a mason jar for tryna bring drama like a soap opera star
spit for ho-rax in 24 lyrical bars........ Sage is a tsar
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[Anonymous]

"comrade style, I´m a disturbed writer with a penchant for war"

"come packed with illuminous rhymes that glow like vegas lights"

these two lines were well thought. Nice approach to a battle. but don´t get  a big head now.

[Pain]

whatever happened to this battle. Thorax did you punk out? I mean your verse was alrite and all but Sage killed you with his last last two verses and nigga you didn´t respond. Saving face?
Pain (the stir-er of shit)
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