Max Headroom Incident vs The Wyoming Incident

Max Headroom Incident The Wyoming Incident Lyrics WELCOME TO A SINISTER RAP BATTLE
THE MAX HEADROOM INCIDENT
AGAINST
THE WYOMING INCIDENT
BEGIN
(0:22) Max Headroom Incident:
It’s 11:15 pm, let the hacked broadcast commence,
And this one won’t be turned off by an engineering defence.
You’ll be the one to see such pretty things, my raps on this beat!
That will blow your minds, make you run from here to sesame street!
Flowin’ fast on the track, like a rap god in this fight
Who’s beating this Chicago Bear to make it into the highlights!
I’m not lion, i’m better than you and that liberal Swirsky,
And here is how i’ll win, make you see the X i can see.
I’ll catch the wave of victory while you're drowning from my flow,
Then steal this win like CBS; still carrying on like cargo
Next, hahaha, I’ll spout about nonsense to trouble you,
Then finally I’ll air it live on WTTW!
(0:52) Wyoming Incident:
That verse now will be interrupted by a special presentation
Impersonators like you die from an original creation
Spitting Morse to silence your vocals, it Hz doesn’t it?!
I'd beat your ass, but seems I was beaten to it by your accomplice!
Be careful of what you say Max, you can lose everything,
Because nothing is priceless except for these rhymes that i bring.
Your fiction will be non, and your win will be nil,
And now we’ll show you in this battle the one who is ill
I’m causing sickness in the people with my 18 Ill-i-nois,
Trying to fix them, scare them away from their technology toys.
Despite the hacking you did, it looks like you’re the biggest hax,
While my rhymes are the one to take this battle to the Max.
(1:22) Max Headroom Incident:
AH! They’re still coming to get me! Haven’t they learned?!?
That they’re hating ways will only end with them getting burned?!?
I’m 20 minutes in the future, where i’ve won the bout,
Your 20 years in the future, where your fame had faded out.
My giant masterpiece of raps for you newspaper nerds,
Will be the glove that fits me for beating you turd!
Your love has faded like your flames, so you better start walking,
your broadcast was a-head of the game when it came to not talking!
(1:42) Wyoming Incident:
You cannot hide forever behind that mask that you wear,
For we stand at the door of truth. Come open it if you dare.
But now It seems you're in my files, you’ve got a new enemy
Not questioning degrees while spitting headaches of melodies
There’s no more Headroom for your raps, no more time left for your stunt,
So cut to black, and bring us back to Doctor Who, what we want.
Then you’ll grieve about your disses for more than nine seconds
A tennis ball’s bad advertisement, Dontchu C what I’m say'N?
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