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"TONGUE-FU 2: LiPs oF FuRy"
A The Clinician and Dr. Who Collaboration


  Dr. Who:

Guess Who's BaCk 2 fUK U up wit LyRiCaL nunchucks,
chum, u think u ca'handle dis FiSts Of fUriOus hits (Oooh SHiT!!)
you missed, duh CLiNiCaLly incompetent verbal NiNjA split
concrete blocks wid TONGUE-Fu GRiP!

[[GoNg]]

  The Clinician:

Warrior spiritual transcended anatomically from battle cries of the audible
Lyrical Diva, Dr. Who, Hart N Soul, Gina check my references my flow is credible
Or impeccably incredible to fetes thought to never be reached
My words create fleets that cause learned lessons to the beseeched
I'm a practitioner of what I preach resistance is futile to all who enter the arena
So savage I made Fifty turn ballerina
The master of my domain can't be contained due to the insanity in my membrane
You could train your pen and pad skillz for eons in the Hyperbolic Time chamber and yet I'll still rein
My PUNCH line's PUNCHes puncture wounds piercing pigmentation leaving my victims PUNCH red
Versatility lies within the lyrical rhymes I compile
Yo Doc they don't believe me I'll showem my different styles

Snake and crane

A venomous viper you can't sustain
Flying over your ass leaving shit stains
My rhymes wrap around you choking your ass tighter than coils
While standing on one leg pecking you into the soil

Ninjutusu

Verbal assassin of the inconspicuous
Leaving u to a mime death with withering sounds of the Eucalyptus
Faster than black hole vortex or light speed I'm expeditious
This whole killing thing I see as facetious

Drunken Master

Hiccup! My rhyme better than yours I'll cook your ass than eatcha like smores
Wait a minute let me throw this shit up (BLAHHHHHH!) you still want more
Even when I'm belligerent I still produce intangible intelligence
Your best day is still nothing but the smell of my flatulence

To understand the concept of my flow is to break down the dynamics of the unknown
I'm food for thought to those who are out of touch with their subliminal
The power of my flow makes Nazis become cynical
For I'm the master and poetry is my dojo
Come see me when you're ready; That means you too Kenbo, lol!

  Dr. Who:

[[ADd VeRsE!]]

is tha button I press, like a gs guest I manifest nuthin' but the muthaphukin best!
So u think YOU can ToNGuE-Fu wit da MasTa?
Da Professorial gAnXTa? (don' Anssa!) -- juss meet me afta..

[{ClaSs DIsMiSsEd!!}]

Yes, u jus bin Clinically dissed, by
da literary Shang-Hai Kidd (but
my kids call me.. *Da SHiT!*)

[[SaVE dRaFt..]]
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Date Submitted: Oct 09, 2009 (05:52 AM)
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  Hart N. Soul
11/19/09 (12:34 AM) 
Hold the fuck up! Did you just go thru all the styles my dude and address them on an individual basis.... Oh hott damn! FAVE!

  InfinitiFR3AK
10/28/09 (02:48 PM) 
danggggg,u like spittin dem shyt bro,nice 1 stil 4 rl.xx

  blakkrose
10/15/09 (11:20 AM) 
Clinician "My PUNCH line's PUNCHES puncture wounds piercinq piqmentation leavinq my victims PUNCH red" Hot damn you killin'me softly with the wordplay. Dr. Who you' a straiqht fool with the pen. LOVE this collabo.

  Flowet
10/13/09 (01:57 PM) 
Once again man you're out-doing the you that attempts to out-do you repeatedly it's vicious cycle of masterful lyrics you have going and i love how you're not wrapped up in strictly realistic ryhmes like most emcees i admire your open mind scribes much appreciation for the chance to read -Flowet- out

  Magic✯
10/11/09 (12:39 PM) 
this one iz off the hook! very creative concept... both of your flows was tight... keep them comin!

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