Let's Battle - The Perceptionists

So I ran into this chump around the end of the month

He said, «you ain’t nice on the mic brother»

He started to front

So I looked at him sideways

Like 5 ways

His soul disintegrated from the tone of my eye gaze

He tried to materialize some fabricated

Excuse that I had to use to lacerate him

Exacerbating this situation

Some of his supporters teleported from their place of occupation

These dudes came through real blind to co-sign

That’s when I dusted off this very old rhyme

You don’t, even, wanna, test a

Rhyme manifester, against the court jester

Boy I made a mess of this shit like Odysseus

When he returns home

My arrows was flown

Suitors clutch computers but their keyboards jam

That when I upgrade my invade with more

RAM

My system glisten

Listen

Tape hissin'

Analog fog

The bodies are still missin'

How would I describe my vision?

Nuclear fission

Somewhere between what’s never been

And what’s living

I came up on these lame rappers rocking fake jewelry

Rolling deep like the Baseball Furys or a jury

This dirty dozen wasn’t friendly like cousins

Nah — they was buzzing ‘bout some shit that they would soon wish that they

wasn’t

Talking ‘bout Ak’s washed up

They must’ve never heard Built To Last — they was probably locked up

For emcee impersonation

I let the leader run his little empty interpretation

I said a rhyme that made his head explode

My girl got it all recorded for my next podcast episode

So amazing how they all became introverts

Yo Lif — let me show you how I put them in the dirt

Brothers just had to test pedigree

I took them out seven at once, like The R in my melody

I let a roar that sent a chill up their backs

Then spit some heat towards the earth, and yo they fell through the crack