From: ghb at drug.org (gh b)
Subject: straight outta #phrack

so you say you wanna battle me?
yo, did you say you wanna battle me?
why you starin kid, you wanna battle me?

(ok ready? - and let's begin...)

My mind races like the paces of po-po car chases
over outcrops and crevices, inaccessible places
to formulate and manifest a plan of technical basis,
amass a clan and demand a fuckin end to the stasis

Motions from the underground, deep rumbling sounds
my richter-ratin, whitey-hatin nigaz gather around
i used to wander aimlessly but now my purpose is found
POP-POP'n puppetz strings and then releasin my houndz

underground, when we come around, you best be throwin down
underground, when we come around, soon we comin to your town
overground - 
you gettin ass-provoked
because your ghetto-ass got your ghetto-pass revoked.

Are, Oh, Tee, Eff, Ell, 

I,

Effectively. technically, master moves rapidly
My rap stylez exact-a-ly tactile, emphatically
hack-tile, encourage the reactive mind
then sit back while, the industry begins to unwind

Unrelenting metally with technical gadg-etz
cut you like apachez with our 0day hat-chetz
better quit your posin in this scene before yo ass getz
filled up to the bream like a wicker fruit basket
Packin lots of ackz inside my stream of DOS packetz
forge a source address, when i attack i try to mask it
the stage is set, no regretz, almost time to blast it
watchout litt-le fag-getz 
or end up in a cask-et.

We gonna learn this proper son. 

Snakes and reptiles, leeches and all forms
of creatures that crawl upon their bellies,
shed their skins,
or feed upon the lifeblood of higher beings..

your time has come.

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