Corleone VS SLUMCHEMIST (Week 1)

quick keystyle..

everybody's a fan until they're dreams come to an end,
in that sense, could be an artist, team or a trend//
the truth of the matter lies deep in your chest, 
whether you believe that team'll win or succeed to contest//
I'm done babying children, such as you and your own,
the fact is, when nobody's home, nobody's home//
If I raise my son to be a better man, and he chooses to sin,
tell me, how the fuck do I get blamed cause he refused to submit//
yeah, I'm talking to you.. take my dick out of your mouth,
If you feeling that I'm sonnin' you, good.. that's what this shit is about//(.. lol)
understand Corleone, and the script that He ouse,
"for' I will never condone any of that fagott shit in my House"//(.. lol)
kid, your spoiled.. it's no wonder your father never acknowledge you,
and to keep it butter.. your mother should of definitely swallowed you//
and this I promise you.. you better keep me and my family's name out of your mouth,
or better believe, you'll be coming home to blood stains on your couch//
sad shame, why pout? especially if what your saying is what you claim your about,
I couldn't of laughed any longer, just knowing how deranged is your spouse//
what a sore sight she is to a gentlemen such as myself,
the bitch bit me and swore it was to benefit her health//
I couldn't of help but to feel bad.. as she was shocked I was real mad, 
then she had begun to think as she was drugged and later relapsed//(.. lol)
she said, "Cor.. relax!, your killing me!" I replied, specifically, (.. sarcasm)
"If you hadn't of bit me, I wouldn't be doing so..", cynically//(.. lol)
"or just maybe I'm that wrong for putting you out of your misery?",
".. tell me, what is it? George!, that amounts to you differently?"//
on the contrary.. what sickens me is your 'lack of passion',
cause' you could never class 'chemistry in the lab' from rapping,
and lyrically, we all know that you can never be on my level,
another misconception, to which you perceive as the devil//
so in essence, is it my fault that I took the time out my schedule,
to train in my technique, and shine over-instrumentals?//
the fact is, your jealous.. knowing that you could never rap as wicked,
thus being said, no homo.. your "sac-religious".. //(..lol)
apart from that.. how are you suppose to be slum chemist?,
when you've never slung any drugs in essence.. in all perspective//

Cor won this battle hands down.

lol @ "understand Corleone, and the script that He ouse,
"for' I will never condone any of that fagott shit in my House"//"


Ouch.


v - Cor

LOL, ^^^ like my boy Quest had said, Ouch, SMH.


vote - Corleone

LOL.


v - Cor

lol.. this shit hit me like, "Wtf?" lmfao Cor absolutely destroyed Slum but with Slum being fam and all and also being a legendary dope textcee, as well, I juss gotta keep it real, lol. These parts from Slum happen to be dope to myself and are my favorite.

Slum :

"oozis and trench-coats, aren't too-confusing when,
the crossfire puts two-in your friends throat;
heroin, dope and coke being moved by a crew of sickos;
ripped clothes and you tryna chew thru ya lynch rope;
booze is essential; they call me the next Al Capone;
Ima stallion wit chrome and nickle plated .45's and a scapel thats been cold;
Ill tackle your soul; Im the scum of the earth lookin to add gravel on bones;
and if you tattle on phones; they'll find ya body swinging from a lightpost;
bleeding from the knifeholes; Im street tribal wit ya nuts in a vice grip,-
and you're screaming on the highnotes;
singing will get ya vitals blocked in cement under the sea,-
ceasing to breathe for speaking to the 5-0"


and 


"on how you get fucked while you sleepin;
cuz ya now have to wake up dead, jus to take a look at what kinda beatin;
you got and the ambulance u recieved then; Its a thunderous evenin',
and at the docks the shipment is late;
I got men at the gates; my business is the fix in the crates, equipped wit an 8;
I got the cliental who need the venom in veins;
the ship has arrived and theres a snitch in my face;
duct taped to a chair suckin on gas and now hes spittin the flames;
and now his remains are at sea like old fishermens bait;
Dinners in place; at my table I surround myself wit my finest hired henchmen;
come to ya senses; anyone hidin a wire ends up missin."



vote - Cor