texts of semifinal

Lex_from_mX
Heroic verse for Sir. Of course!
But Sir's purse first, or else remorse...
*********Lex - Daleko li do Tallina

For some of players a diss is encryption
So let me start with a basic description
Diss is a text in which each of us
Does his best to kick rivals' ass
Diss is some form of communication
Sometimes it's mean of mind devastation
If my opponent, Boormega, said "Hi!"
Diss is a form in which i will reply.
I will be terse, but show no remorse
Maybe in this round you'll be cursed?
You're not even men, you are...erectopatent
Latent impotent, but that's not important.
So, Dormega, i'm gonna seek for your sickness,
Take this pills and eat on the breakfast
Devour them and fall asleep for an hour.
Then i'll visit your house and have fun.
I'll take my best friend - my favorite gun.
Look at this chick - young and pretty!
Nice round ass and nice little titties.
How could she be your sister, mister?
Anyway i'll drill her with my pistol!
Next floor, next round of my game
I'll bring pain, pain, PAIN!
I'm on the second floor already,
I'm getting to you, lad, yeah, i'm getting!
Bang-bang-bang! That was your daddy?
Sorry, his brain now looks like spaghetti.
Encounter with your mom resulted in dash
Now her whole face is a sanguine mash!
Your door is smashed, it can't be maned,
I see you with a note in your shaky hand.
Your head choped off in a blink of an eye
Now i can say that i'm satisfied.
My poor Poormega...
Dissing Lex is a bad idea
Abso-bloody-lutely!

Hommie

Word up, Kap, like to sit on someone’s lap?
Btw u can’t rap, u can’t even “drop cap”
Whatcha got now, u dead, cmon, don’t be mad
Uza real “jigga-digga” with doo-rag on da head
Smokin cronik, why not, thug, ure jus mimic
Tryna be damn hot like Missy or Trina?
Ur place of being is amoung hos, Red “Malina”,
My place is studio, Mekka, Medina.
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Sergiev Posad? Who knows u, KAP-SAD?
Judas soldaten straight from Mossad
Flabby in written, before long forgotten
Like most of creation of Tony Braxton
*********** Spurs from SA, Celtics from Boston
*********** Bobby B’s also, Jersey gave us W. Houston
*********** Maybe SP will produce some respect,
*********** For sure ain’t u, Kappy, notmeen2brudejustwantoprotect.
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Whatchu say? You kicked somebody?
With platen? Bwoy, why not with the table?
Fuk, u worst than a Lester from American Beauty
Remember his psychics was also unstable
*********** Cmon! Im sceamin like old woman from Nutty Professor
*********** Cletus, cmon! Ure dumb, jus can’t stand the pressure.
*********** Oh yeah, ima video lova, yes, ima hova, right, it’s not over
*********** Yet, till I have my baseball bat, u got nuttin to do, take a cover!
(On guard, I let u try my Wu-Tang style…)
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Shimmy-shimmy-ya, shimmy-bum, rum-pum-pum
Wrooom-wrooom, bam-bam, naah, here I come,
Slaughter in deep water, murder in embryo,
That’s my alter-ego, some kinda Cornholio…

kapSIDE

Light death to Hommie...man go home...Sorry...

The 11-form. A new teacher appeared...
From Scotland...In kilt...The end of idiots...
His name: Lexa. Hommie all in fear...
His subject: English. He always in bad spirits...

I: Hommie, please answer my question
H(in his thoughts):rascal,he wants flirtation.
I: Hey, chicken"s feces, say me about crime cases!
H: About penis? yes, i have one, and anal chaps...
I: hysterical ass, i want to kill you with my razors
H: I"d like abrasions with you...
I: I should call your parents...

One year...impasse...Exams...
Hommie will collapse...put out lamps...
I am logger of his dreams...stolid body
Hommie has only kid thoughts...vagina of horror...
I was an examinator...Always his hater...
"What"s the matter?"He only asked later.
Hommie got 2...Say to army mister:"Hi!"
Don"t cry...I will sent to a pie...

With No Mercy, No Remorse...he is as goulash...
"PAZIK" now his horse... And his food:mush.

kormega

Nothin personal, first of all I must say
it just happened that u appeared on my way...

so little lex_from...what da fuck? _mx
after few lines u’ll be ex_da_wack_ass
baby boy, thrown into verbal vortex
runnin mouth loud in the wrong place
at the wrong time, +ya know my steez+, please
Don’t kick a rhyme if dunno what it is
Internet killa, piece of dumb lame filler
Poor dirty monkey who just wanna play gorilla
my +immortal technique+ may kill Duncan McCleod
while u gonna burn like left ear of Niki Lauda
I was growin on Nas, you grew up listenin nonsense
I eat rappers like you annually and monthly
Your fav is Timberlake, yo hobby is to beat dick
Best thing u’ve made was leave pregnant an ugly chick

the only +Lex+ I know is +Diamonds+ and it ain’t u
Go suck lollipop an don’t brag yo fake crew
On my way to the top u just another step thru
Right now u’ll just stop coz of nuthin to approve
U like Jigga who sucked while I spit my Ether 2
ya’d never smoked bud, I’m +just blazin+ pure dope
while I’m hangin in da club ya’ll be hangin’ on a rope
... hmm... for u it’s enough, get out and fall off.

‘mega on some edifying/dissin kind of shit::))