Divine Diction

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DIVINE DICTION (Chop-Jae aka me)
As the fog roll n lyk Shaolin strollin/ across tha battlefield// & all tha fools fell 2 my flowin/ I embattle steel// daz glowin in tha moon’s apathetic glare/ yur so pathetic flare/ lyk a firecracker in tha air/ there wuz an anesthetic scare/ as my eclectic swear/ ensnare/ weak minds/ wit’ weak rymes/ & cheap lynes/ peeps whine/ wen I speek mine’s/ wit’ intelligence/ simple elegance/ imminent eminence emanates frum mai residence/ I remain indifferent 2 yur pleas uv mercy/ surrounded by contingent controversy/ blood-thirsty/ I’m a vampire/ tha amps wired/ u can’t stamp fyre/ dat makes u perspire, tired/ jes reading it on tha web/ which, by tha way, iz mine cuz I’m arachnid/ not attracted by rymes wit’ no essence/ self-piteous confessions/ lucky fa u, free lessons/ on how 2 obtain tha avatar uv lyrical quintessence/ havin traveled far // I kno tha pow’r uv 1st impressions/ so to newcomers/ wit’ loose #’s / hu induce slumber/ wit’ mute thunder/ I kum wit’ storm clowds/ greet by warm crowds/ dat scorn frowns/ they form prowd/ fan clubs, they ban crud/ I had 2 readjust / my ryme scheme/ invade night dreams wit’ bright themes lyk Korean/ keu-reo-ke to-un/ mal-ha-da museun/ meom-ch’u-da/ hal-su it-da/ ani-da/ i-da / daz tha truth, no dowt, send u to tha penalty booth/ fa bein uncouth as I do lyk Bruce/ n bust a lil Jeet Kun Do/ on deez streets u kno/ both feet soon thrown/ at ya face/ 1” punch to tha waist/ post haste/ I lay most waste to those hu think they’re sultans/ it’s revoltin/ usin used up rymes dat r moldin/ they need to stop holdin/ but I do lyk Midas// everthang I touch iz golden/ so powerful I’m 2 be taken in small doses lyk Hepatitus// I’m tha closest 2 godliness yu’ll ever witness/ not jes tha likeliness/ & since I’m wit’ tha Trinites/ I’m verbally blessed/ No contest!
are you worthy of the challenge?

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here is a reply i received from a battlegod called KRE8tion:
Re: DIVINE DICTION MUch,much,much love Chop Jae...this one is worthy of the challenge...no doubt...but you`ve been nice wit` your`s though my Korean bruh.
Divine Diction is classic though.
I see you`ve been in the lab wit` syllable wizardry.
Keep bringin` it...my bad I forgot you and Mercenary on my shout-outs in "Upstarts".
Yo` and all the others I`ve forgot..."One!!!"

Let me start mine......
Fast forward into next milen/
I got cats studyin` the intricate use of a keyboard or pen/
I tear competition right out of their skin/
and snap their skeletal/
with a average savage Kevin flow/
Hmm,you`ll never know until I lock onto your coordinates/
and constantly score a hit/
everytime I flip on a random pick/
come wit` your anthem mix/
and tantrum skits/
and bring the best tandem with/
fans/
yo` and I promise I`ll crush you and all them wit` my bare hands/
y`all can range from scientific,terrific,game spitters,or the next ganja man/
but when I launch a plan/
to romp your fam/
again you & all will lose eternal conscious man/
I see your ice grill/
I told you I`m too uncontestable for your digestion so...skip wit` the impressionable admiration of KRE8tional skill/
`cause I`m confrontational still/
and impatient with will/
so I summon my chi to focus a blow that`ll kill any in my particular field/
I bark and venom spits real../
thick enough to burn through yo` shyt/
my one inch punch is marvelous/
and doesn`t cost a buck/
because I flip impartial busts/
that hit flush with enough impact even at their cusp that it`ll incinerate the Earth`s crust/
I infiltrate yo` turf tough/
lookin` for the next fluff/
who snaps that his shet`s rough/
`cause the moment he gets buff/
I`ll carve him and his crew wit` xxxxxus/
KRE8tion is the nexus of balance/
and remarkable talents/
brought to a challenge/
you gets kudos for your image that`s pseudo/
but whether Ninjtsu,Tae-Kwon Do,or Judo/
when I`m stressin` my point,I bet life that in the end you`ll know/
I`m much too brutal for whatever you compose.....

KRE8
(Peace Chop Jae!!!)

another reply from a pretty intelligent female called Thick Spyce:
EKLEKTA
Chop Jae...
Say what? I like chop suey
...i also like it in the butt
I`m an eklek
With some funked up dialect
Vintage, vogue, retro...
Spect

Acles
Feeling, see-aling with my flirt eye
And contained in
Mental receptacles
And processed like in the
Wheels of my mind

What chu be professin
Divine`in diction your profession?
Kiss my stamp boo-dee baby
My address`z on your lickety envy-lope
This class in session, eyes
Sticky aches

Proceed on..
Click click click
BREAK

Some come and give ... some come and take
Like some are real and some are fake, flawed
Mental manifestus and omnipotence in God
These crazies should be outlawed
With this so conformity-izmik
Kind of
Try-na be so ... rythmic
I can`t get ... with it
Two liners always concise

So precise
So pretty
So perfect

Awe fuk me already
Its just a battle of the brain-wit
Sailing on cerebral love funk
And ink dripped kind of style-shyt
In the eye of it

Tornado, tempest or needle
I`m a lesbian seagull in a heap-full
Of crazy orgazmos
Like the Lord of word art high on playing hasbro

Allegorical manhattan
Its the matrix in old type Latin
Induced by woody allen
He`s scammin` on making an uproar
I put that little flame out from the time he stepped in the door

Kung fu fi-eye-ting?
Nine one one fingers instead are dialing
My inner mistress is left crying
Got mad at my baby and now he`s dying
Instead - dead, hair sticky and insect-eating flesh bugz
I didn`t say goodbye Poberjz
Here`s one last hug – I lubb you

But anyway back to the battle ground
Like the lost and found at ground zero
Those rebirthz will forever be my heroes
Naw, but i can`t conceive it though
I still can`t believe it though, so go figure
I lost my flow so

Awwwe chop-chop jae
I could dik your divine wit all fukin day
I`m just energizing your brain to play

I`m just warming up, it`s not even today yet

What does my fortune say for today?
Lucky numero
A crazy bytch-wit
Cyber bandelero

Gone - best have some meat on your plate
You dig me?

- So says your favorite skandalero


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