Knowledge723

[KempoMRK]

Also Known As: Knowl O’Brian
Signed On: B-boys 2001
Style: Proficient keystyler.
Crews repped: N/A

Accomplishments/ Points of Note: Killed it in the WBL and was 1/3 of the Krylon/Epidemic/Knowl crew of keystylers that kept the art alive until it eventually died.

[KempoMRK]

vs mental instincts
05-03-2002

My rhymes rise like balls when the temps on low 74 degrees, half god half Voorhee's/
Low go'n need more training camps than sports teams, after my storm sweeps, through the floor beams, leave you wit torn jeans/
I serve slow death, got L74 hoping for life backwards court dreams/
Scuffle with deformed beings, have 74 the first cat since jesus to sport a thorn ring, round his head, running away from swormeing bees/
Don't wrestle but I perform Sting, figure 4 leg lock, in sperm form your pre-borns bleed/
Tiger punch, all you fake ass street fighters suck, verbal vipers thrust/
I blow L's body to grain that everybody can smoke, thats why the crowd be holding they lighters up/
Word to Kylon, plus EP, an Alliance poizonous rhyme mix, 3 icons, smashing on students, L's a pupil like eyeballs/
I don't spit on mics, I just transfer enegy to the crowd, folk city's where most my enemies found/
I shot life in ya veins, your an entity now, but just like niggas who line up off sides your penalty bound/

vs Big T
05-03-2002

Massive terminations and Big T's, my style is felony and only if I commit 3, will I ever have 25 L's wit me/ (3 strikes 25 to life)
Prohibited, I'm rippin kids like white paper, cause wit so many crackas at b-boys I don't know what the difference is/
Try to mimic this, and fucked up, and I ain't talkin bout being intimate/
Fuck is wrong wit you steppin to sick rhymers, no way I'll lose to the number one fan of the Big Tymers/
Peel caps kid, in the hood we call those hat tricks, serving bench minors/
Shit your hot rarely, my main focus in emceeing is against myself tryin to prevent fire/
Pussy nigga are you serious?, cock the 9, aim at the labia, Period!/

vs Black Ice
05-03-2002

Believe its, fire melting microphone coils, boil, my blood and tissue made of cells and sheets of foil/
I remember giving you a style, but the shit I seen ain't loyal, I created Black Ice without freezing oil/
This is the last night, in the fast life, I'm a slow down to cast spite/
My speed is past light, like memories of fire works on the 4th of July, I'm on course to defy, orbits and sky's/
Leave Black 6 ft deep in dirt seeing more insects than them Orkin man guys/
Flesh wounds???, I'll sever ya tooth, root canal, fuck that
My letters intrude, BI being wak, come on, thats like you asking yourself is Knowl better than you!/ (yup)
Droppin treasures and jewels, put the pressure to you/
Who's the best on b-boys??? we all KNOW, but like the distance between here and heaven, theres no measuring tool/

vs Richard Corey
04-10-2002

In war time, my bars shine, Respiration from my damage is a far cry
I’m a bust holes till we get bloody sunshine from this Dark Knight/
Everything out of me is ill and raw, nice
I poot and RC and his entire crew diving through the air like “that farts mine”/
Walk in weight watchers to find RC fuckin 4 large guys
Start to spark 9’s, aim is marked right with infrared like Clark’s eyes/
And bark lines, that’ll leave his corpse fried
For thinking he holds toast cause he likes pop tarts on the warm side/
Get from under that white sheet, don’t wanna hear no more lies,
All you uncle toms mob deep, and I know where the quiet storms lie/
B-boys father figure? Nigga this entire arts mine, get a deal? you’ll never chart climb, Countinue fuckin your cousin, and when you see me pray and keep ya head up to where the stars shine/**
I’ll shame your mom till you say “that bitch don’t mean nothing” like a cheating husband being caught by armed wives/
Embarrass RC like his minister found his porn archives
Circle his block and pull 4 drive by’s/
You know this is an ass whoopin like a clan meeting when black muslims march by
Your heart dies, All eyez on me while I’m tossin ya girl up, got her flyin through the air more than amusement park rides/~*~

** RC found out that his girlfriend is like a really far off distant cousin of his.
~*~ 2 Pac reference

ayo that shit was like a semi-key, but it should still win.

vs wolverine
04-03-2002

I spit mad cow disease leaving calcium particles broken, is you smoking???/
Know’ll loose to a fake ass X-men when you see a paraplegic class in aerobics/
See me drop an opus, that’ll expose skin, leave domes ripped look at Wolv’s torsoe and see all blood like a gang convention with no crips/
Wolverine being ill is a known myth cause him spittin sick shit, doesn’t fit his description like serial killers with a motive/
Shit is hopeless, Incredible Hulk, slammin like Hogan, Marvel at mutant heroes, bitch niggas reduced to zero when Know’s approachin/
Half God, pure machine, Wolverine’s out of focus, eluding this bootleg Logan/
Before this verse, he never felt real excitement like ho’s with no clits/
My Major is to slay teams, K a flame writer, fuck skills- my names nicer, cause major problems, your songs come from a-minor like A Keys/
Keep sayin gay things and me and you go’n forever be fighting like Palestinians and Israeli’s/
I roll solo opposed to a COLLECTIVE large crew, my arsenal causing blood baths in traffic accidents is the only time you see me in a car pool/
All transvestites, and x-men get charged through, struck with harpoons, left for dead in dark rooms/
We ain’t even gotta argue, it ain’t hard to, spark fueds, have me act Hitler and get ya whole family destroyed like ya’ll was part Jew/
Destructive word play, picture bloody massacres and know Wolverine got done in worst ways/
Who knew he’d die on the day before Thursday, when it comes to his rap career I burn frames, make everything stand still like reversed earthquakes/

vs C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N.
03-26-2002

Catch amped pain, like takin the C off this cats name, AOL???/
Verbally sending bullets straight from hell, is the only time my chats aim/
Campaign's style smashed into sand grain for tryin to flow with me/
3 yrs ago, I was the emcee that you hope to be, but I've advanced mobily/
Smash your dome to pieces when I vulgarly toss train tracks at ya hat spittin a locomotive speech/

vs Sezsion
02-28-2002

You’re an embarrassment to Lifephormz, word on my life, you couldn’t see my illness if I spit germs in ya eye/
I’m murder with rhymes, a murder design, I sell intellectual murder then murder your mind/
Just Ask… I Rule! Like its Murdah 4 Life!!!/
Where’s your courage and pride, Sez quit suckin that Poizonous loins that JunK caused Krylon’s Phorm to terminate Life, ya whole squad has been weak since the 25th Wise person resigned/
Pound 4 pound you don’t tip the scale so get out of that serpents disguise/
When my words hit the sky, the Windy City’s certain to die, You’ve already lost to Knowledge I don’t wanna hear your version of lies/
I’m inverting his spine inserting in knives to the nerves in his thighs so in this rap race he ain’t making the cut like psychotic surgeons denied/
My verbal surge is devine if ya’ll are the highest life forms why is half your crew worshiping mine???/
Knowledge spits rocket fuel, burn space when I’m dropping jewels/
Sezsions estrogen is lessened for stepping to this boxing duel, cause when I get at’em I split atoms and suffocate oxygen molecules/
I’ve proven my dope speech can probe deep into Sezsions, polluting this obese, 25 year old homo-cock the 4-4 put 2 in his ovaries/
For those who don’t know Keith, ya’ll should understand that my verbal flows heat, so to take this battle from text to mics is going from jail to hell like WWII Jewish parolees/
Since I’m 2 minds a head of him, I’m removing his dome piece, my lyrics are murder, so I write In Cold Blood like Truman Capote/***

13 of my bars, half of them are double bars so its some where in the vicinity 25 lines. Hopefully you can try an match my verse size.

***Truman Capote is a deceased famous author of an American classic novel. If your unfamiliar with him and his work, oh the fuck well, I ain’t explaining it, explanations take away from the impact of the line***