Open Mic: Point Blank & Chain...Rhyming Is Strategic

Well, basically me and chain made this over msn. First line was mine, second was his etc. But sometimes I had 2 lines, then he had 2, or i had 3 and he had 1 or w/e, but overall we both contributed the same amount of lines.Some were just a joke, but majority of them we put alot of effort into. So ye, forget who wrote what, just read + feed bizznitches

we the tightest there is, no1 even bothers to question
we mastered all the elements, the art of perfection
picked up so many skulls that we could start a collection
hang 'em off our necks, our erotic possesions
an all this type of shit is not regarding a weapon
no ice picks or clips, just smarts and agression
this is how real men do it, our ruggedness is pure
magnificent and brilliant and our substance is obscure
punch dudes in their stomach 'til their guts are on the floor
while ciphering with titans. and their blood is on our jaws
took bolts from frankenstien's neck an we stuck em on the door
thoughts so onorthodox the public will adore
covering the new grounds they reluctant to explore
the content is incredible, it's stuff you can't ignore
we'll show you what to do if any fuckers wanna war!!

Rhyming is strategic...
an if you want to match our flow, the timin is they key and..
technically precise, you're blinded till u see it 
just sit and take a look at every guy that tried to beat it
the minds of the prestigious, we fried 'em with our weak shit   
they're frightend and their hidin, suprised em with our speeches
analizing wanksters crying...tranqualizers needed 
known around here coz our alibi's succeeded
hailed as the new kings, just televise our deepness 
you'll never find a weakness, our defence is impeccible
the tactics are superior, you're fencing with generals
noticed by the God's, our rep is incredible
quoted by the masses, but they never respected you
we find it very hysterical...
so if u wanna fuck with us then we'll step on ya testicles (nh)
and divine intervention couldn't edit the spectacle!!

an impossible event, we phenominal with strength
we're dominant as rappers and unstoppable as men
ignorin all the orders of the doctors we befriend
although it's you whos gettin tossed inside the hospital again!
we got monumental bars, watch these prodigies ascend
coz gettin seen as average is not what we intend
knowledge for you cowards like, is it logical to sin?
when out amongst the stars is where our quality extends
astronomers are friends
so you should get that telescope they often recommend!
pardon me again, but losses aren't cool, our marksmen will avenge
any particles of pride you have swallowed with the gin

victorious till death, no documents of tragedy
success is proven when some dudes attempt copyin ur strategy
but the hate could bring us down, incompetance is gravity
yet it still can't knock our talent, it honestly comes naturally
dictators of the gifted 'cause democracy is savagery
the jealousy of generals has got armies comin after me
it's helping me dismember dudes, the suckers i would slap for dean
snipers aimed from everywhere, he's gotta watch my back ya see
viper fangs are very rare, no hollows when we clap the heat
an when we're at our prime, we're known to hinder teams
laughing at the lost souls of those who intervened
they had the balls to fuck with us so they were blown to smitherenes
fuckin all the tribes who think that stones and sticks are mean
we're wise owls who's noble brains are older than it seems
another day, another pillage dethroning sick regimes
copied patterns of the splattered blood and sewed em in our jeans
too smooth to commit rape but our poles will enter queens

You can't predict the don's, the analysts of conflict
Look at all the missions that the gangsta's have accomplished
In the past we've made mistakes, and we don't plan to live as convicts
We just stay hackin at ya chest
Whereas your grappling with death until your strangled on the carpet
Supply magic in the bars, but we ain't practicing the card tricks
We're like Jedi's to the minds of the savages we spar with
Leave em actin all retarded, scratchin at their armpits
Baffled and bemused at how we're batterin the artists
Victims of society are dragged in to this tar pit
coz every song recorded is...a renaissance of gorgeousness
Our only rule is to destroy, an we never stop enforcin' it
the cheddar got enormous, kid...we investing in the art
We're the first aid kit for rap incase it ever rips apart

Uppin

In the past we've made mistakes, and we don't plan to live as convicts
We just stay hackin at ya chest
Whereas your grappling with death until your strangled on the carpet

But ye thanks, uppin

 

Point, when have you EVER seen a verse that had an odd amount of lines? (expcept in noob or rameez verses)