author: D.Insane
What illusions got you dilutional?/ Virgin and Knight, how long do I gotta keep abusing yall?/ Never retire, just leaving you in dire straights/ Battle you two bitches in any of these fifty states/ My rhymes got motors while your rhymes just skate/ trying to relate with a real MC like me who ain't fake/ you need to come of age first and put down the purse/ cause you two are the worst, that's why the cherry burst/ take a look between your legs it's bloody red/ wanna be Boss Hog but your gay as Rosco instead/ eating dirt like I was driving the General Lee/ let me give you advise...go battle Pee Wee/ cause I only battle men, not underage little bitches/ who need stiches for that pussy smellin' like fishes/ but let me say that you two hoes do obey/ cause your spellin' better and not soundin' as gay/ you wanna keep battling me just so you can learn something/ first things first, you two need to stop humping/ and when I come back I better not read any more smack/ cause I'm gettin' tired of battling sucka's soooo WACK!!/

author: Knight The Lyrical Sinster
You keep trying money but you can't succeed/ still lame like you first was but you can't believe/ that young cat is battling a lowlife like you/ a real nigga slicing the mic and two's/ what up wit this fagat shit blood shooting from my legs/ i ain't no girl nigga why you flows sounding gay/ my rhymes don't skate they get a passport just to look fly/ i'm focusing on longevity and you working on getting high/ posting shit on the board thinking you spit really tight/ got you in the palm of my hand diminshing ya life/ lock in target, shoot you down like in duck season/ ya lyrics need to believe in help cause i'm willing to start feeding/ you ask me if i'm still bleeding, why you live wit ya mom, and you getting chestize from my lyrical beatings/ you need to promote ya flows back to shop-n-save/ rhymes is gay i hear them day to day/ still making minuinm wagei'm lighting my l's wit gages/ stop ya flow shit ya is lame/ like any other day/ i'm a still in my prime you ask yaself if i am/ cause i'm doing this straight for the fam/


author: Sinister
Jesus wasn't nailed to a cross it was a post/Sinister is a raw dose/Blast D.Inpain wit 100,000 thunder volts/Then I'm ghost/Crosses came out about 300 years after Jesus' death/After your first step/I burst your head,neck,plus chest/Your stupidity grows less and less/Soon as I kick a bar wit no stress/I progress and give you cardiac arrest/Shooting ultra-kinetic guns from alternate angles/I fear science to because Satan is an angel/You try to gasp for air but your strangled/Your cranium is where I aim to/Neuter and Spade you/144,000 are going to heaven/So I craze you/And blame you that I'm insane too/My IQ is Einsteins to infinite limits/I prohibit/That you exhibit/The way I'm spittin/Ballistical weapons are what me and Knight need/Melted tri-mtallics is what I bleed/Verses like these flash by so fast they make your hairline recede/My style is 99 percent mental/Knight is 99 percent physics/But its not easily percieved/You will grieve/Soon as my mic is thrown like a boomerang and recieved.

author: $inister
YO D.INPAIN YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU FACING I'LL TAKE ALL THE MAGNETIC ENERGY SURROUNDING THE EARTH AND MAKE IT LYRICALLYKINETIC/WHEN THE PEN TOUCHES MY HAND I'AM ALWAYS ENERGETIC/Y'ALL WEAK RAP KATS DON'T WANNA SET IT/WHEN ITS TIME TO ROCK CC FULL THROTTLE/RHYMES WISE LIKE THE ORATOR ARISTOTLE/YOU ARE A R&B SINGER WHILE I'M EPITOMIZING HIP-HOP MODELS/THEN GOING CRAZY ON THE MIC AS IF I'VE BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH EXTREME SCHIZOPHRENIA/$INISTER THE REDEMPTION MAKING FAKE HOMOTHUGS PANIC.

author: Knight
A yo Sinster it's time to let (doos) and (insane) know/ How the whole time we was demostrating on they lame flow/ in the game they broke...spiting lyrics while they remain choke/ Trailor park trash white boys doing cane and coke/ trying to get benefits off the hip hop game/ Plaques and chains.fame from blacks/ you'll get cannon caps from my signature gun of pain/ im in this quicker than you can precieve to see/ you's a delinquent hovering over my plan to be/ D.insane knows he's unda my league/ kicking shit off like steven segal under da seige/ you thought you was my equal/ here go the preview to my sequeal or how i am going to defeat you/ Sinster the Redemption child/ we both conquer yall apprentices leaving yall defenseless/ I..optimize every movement,throught numerous sonnets/ my ken be equipollent while ya flows still be evolving/ while sinster) a break through performance/ a sneak preveiw of flamboyance,versatile styles is recoiling/ in my rhymes, opponents i taunt/ everybody asks me, what is it i want/ never question my revelance manifesting on elements/ i took hip hop and develop it by my own intelligence/ people is scared to come on my side of the fence/ cause my ability of rhyme is like the sixth sense/ my bars leave (D.Insane) scarred/ like my dogs bury bones in the backyard/ doos think he hard/ it's really evident that they was wrote by a retard/

author: Sinister
I'll bust this one for free like L.L/Beat you into hell hell/Make your mouth swell swell/Slick like KY jell jell/Got my deathlist in the mail mail/I swing the rusty swords and still win/End your life soon as I begin/Think again I'm Sin/Don't be surprised/When your a molecule oxidized/My verses be equipollent/You need to realize/Back to the future/Eyes still on the prize/Few years in the future my kids on the rise/Godfather gonna get fatiqued/And shot wit wessons/Tony Montana style/Bullets no lessons/Frestyle sessions/Battle me in my own profession/ You retarded with no pills/No skills/Fake gold grill/Where D.Inpain go Brazil/This is the real deal/Signed and sealed/Any questions/

author: D.Insane
I'm back from Brazil/getting ready to Kill/ all you wack underage kids/with no record deal/ betta feel what I spill/and neal to the master/ twist you like twister/cause I'm a natural disaster/ like Caster Troy we can Face-off/but just stay off/ D.'s nuts/you out of luck like a rapper who got laid-off/ you think I'm in pain?/I can barely even feel you/ you stink like a shit stain/from a mouth full of mildew/ like Eminem I'm a kill you/deal you a lyrical whoopin'/ this flow gotcha shookin/step up and your life tookin'/ lookin' like a sucka/with lots of time on your hands/ while I'm in the studio/fillin' the pockets with grands/ writing raps and tracks/while u try to prove you ain't wack/ that's the facts jack/skills is what you lack/ you and your boyfriend Knight/better look for the light/ It's red and on your head/as I shed rhymes that's tight/ all your weak entries/and MC philosophies/ lack the qualities/of originality/never again try to battle me/cuz my perception of reality/ is that you two fags/just got the offical fatality/

author: Knight
what up wit these white boys going to brazil/ is it luxrious? you'll fuck around get killed/ you acting like where you going is tight/ that's where i'm obligated to steal you at wit the barrel in sight/ catch you in fright and scare you and ask you to say something/ automatically it's right for me to display dumping/ of bullets inside your hard hollow head/ for not listening that i'm crunked and your stupid ass is dead/ take back them weak lyrics that you said/ didn't make sense so why you choose to battle/ my bullets give your more humps then a camel/ why you rapid fire different paintball colors like a flannel/ i'm in the distortion of ya rhymes like static in channels/ me and Sinster never stop we two niggas that is on top/ i got a record deal why do you think i don't/ cause i'm hot and your clastrophibic feelings is in the trunk/ you just can't except the fact that yall's some punks/ and any other fagat besides sinster want to try to rhyme wit this/ come test this kid i'll put it through that chest it is/ i'm the best at it let my bullets flex ya ribs/ and have sex wit ya wifey if she look damn righty/ matrix abilities can't no nigga sight me/ the next time i come on here there betta not be a nan nigga biting me/ are there is going to be a crisis to this damn sitey/ i'm the illest cat for the 2g nigga/ Sinster my right hand man we going to give it to them nigga/ hostile cat that like to get them figgas/ cannibal rap that just eat through livers/1!!!