Ragns vs. Zeith

[Kuya]

Didn't know who Zeith was, now i can't really say that i wanted to.

[Shiroikage]

IAS has some great posts, and it's generally good fun to lurk, but it's pretty much a daisy chain there.

[Zeith]

Spam forums say "Zeith, come run on our track,
tell us what you're about, tell us why you ain't wack!"
Well my lyrical notebooks, and I've scribbled a stack,
say if it's me that you want, bring ya best rap attack.
My boy EgoD, you can stay on the sidelines,
I got na but respec for your fresssh flow and wild rhymes.
The rest of you though, say I ain't earn my riches?
Just stand there and watch? Hey, fuck you punk bitches.
I spend all my time with the white box elite,
but you knock on my door, drop NQ on my feet?
Say we're sitting in there and just circlejerkin'?
If you'd grow a pair then maybe you'd join in.
Until that day comes, sleep with your thesaurus,
or you're one more voice, just lost in the chorus.

[Conrad]

I rip and I rhyme
I rhyme and I rip
Cause that's the way that Dylan spits

[Conrad]

You want some of this hot fire?

[Ryko]

You want some of this hot fire?

Edit: GODDAMMIT

[Shuemue]

Yep, I was pretty spot on, he's a dick

[Conrad]

You want some of this hot fire?

Wisdom.

[Tempyst]

I rip and I rhyme
I rhyme and I rip
Cause that's the way that Dylan spits

you're too close, mon

[Ryko]

I did not get into this business to be the sugar cookie getter.

[Zeith]

Like a sea full of old memes, like a fountain of shit,
gauche pastiche of the dead and illegit.
If I'm rapping in spam it's because spam's fucking boring,
it's the sound of these rhymes, or the noise and me snoring.
Mirror mosaic of others, a ghost's echo chamber,
divide you by them, and what's the remainder?
In a world of machines, the definition of stateless,
input addicts, suck the teats of the faceless.
Here comes Shue, like you're so big and so hard,
you ain't in love with my heater, you're in love with my keyboard.
A ratta-tat-tat or a clacka-clack-clack,
just a few KiBs of real talk comin' straight thru ya jack.
You say I'm a dick, and you sigh while you say it,
tell me something I don't know, I am how I play it.
When's the last time a new thought passed through those neurons?
If you ain't bringing new shit, then you've already passed on.
No lesson plan, no sermon, I'm no teacher or preacher,
it's half-past too late, no knowledge can reach you.
But if you're all butt-hurt, think I'm taking you lightly,
you know where I come from, stand the fuck up and FITE ME.