Fire and Ice

[Omega Bill]

The second verse was for a collab, but it didn't work out at the time. So I keyed up another verse to go with it. I'll return feed. Post your links on what you need feed on when you leave feed.

Yo I told my flow is ice cold, killin wit snake eyes like a perfect dice roll
Reincarnation of the grassy knoll, cause I can pop off but I prefer to slice bros
Swift blow have oozin in rot holes, spit crystals freeze the snot right to ya nostrils
Like plugged to a fridge -30 punches I got those, produce cold rocks like a crack boss
Gay rappers want to get their sack toss, but I freeze em as they walkin like Im Jack Frost
Seems my minds lost, and mosta these cats are fakin and just keep tossin me dough man
I will get rid of them, when I walk out my house I get mistaken for Frosty The Snowman
You dont scare me with a fo man, cause Ill knock out a bitch like a hay from George Foreman
Cant step to me will no man, shivering reading this clapping hands tryna find some mittens

Blow an inch of flakes n froze ova the writtens, then flip like a switch from ice 2 hot liftin like

Fire spittin, flames burst outta my pours like Im shootin up propane
Other cats are so lame, have em in the obits section wit the other no names
No games, to be had with my flow so bad I could set a forest ablaze
Torch us some lames, and I see so much green like my last names romaine
Scorch ya head gon need rogaine, order this dudes extra crispy singe their remains
Cant retain liquid it burn n condenses, cant tame magma I will lyrically melt your senses
You felt your lenses explode into ash, 3rd degree burns on your mouth heard faint yellin
Need bandages and air supply cause Im blowing you away like Im Mount St. Helen
When Ill erupt theres no tellin, itll be abrupt when the lava spews from my mouth
Ill iincinerate your house, smoke alarms ringin out, n youll be engrained to your couch
Be enslaved to my rage, like you locked in a cage, I could out-heat the sun just for fun
Im the combustible powder in ya gun,the untrustable element that drags ya body when ya run
Send one to your lung, and have your skeleton scream when temps reach 4,000 degrees
Cant teach a fuel flow its granted, turn ya anatomy into granite, while Im still poundin debris

[Viral]

this was nice..i enjoyed it...reminds me of somethin i had dropped awhile back..how u had 2 verses...then like somethin in the middle sorta like a transition...ur gettin alot better man...multis r gettin more defined...some still seem a bit forced..but otherwise ur improving...keep it up....and remember....only you can keep others from fucking you in the panda bear!.....LOL!!!

[Haz]

Yo I told my flow is ice cold, killin wit snake eyes like a perfect dice roll
Reincarnation of the grassy knoll, cause I can pop off but I prefer to slice bros
Swift blow have oozin in rot holes, spit crystals freeze the snot right to ya nostrils
Like plugged to a fridge -30 punches I got those, produce cold rocks like a crack boss
Gay rappers want to get their sack toss, but I freeze em as they walkin like Im Jack Frost
Seems my minds lost, and mosta these cats are fakin and just keep tossin me dough man
I will get rid of them, when I walk out my house I get mistaken for Frosty The Snowman
You dont scare me with a fo man, cause Ill knock out a bitch like a hay from George Foreman
Cant step to me will no man, shivering reading this clapping hands tryna find some mittens

^ This Verse Wus Kool Billy Boi...I Think You coulda Had Some Betta Metaphors & Shit When it Came To The Whole Jackfrost Concept Type of Thing. But it Was Still a Kool..

Fire spittin, flames burst outta my pours like Im shootin up propane
Other cats are so lame, have em in the obits section wit the other no names
No games, to be had with my flow so bad I could set a forest ablaze
Torch us some lames, and I see so much green like my last names romaine
Scorch ya head gon need rogaine, order this dudes extra crispy singe their remains
Cant retain liquid it burn n condenses, cant tame magma I will lyrically melt your senses
You felt your lenses explode into ash, 3rd degree burns on your mouth heard faint yellin
Need bandages and air supply cause Im blowing you away like Im Mount St. Helen
When Ill erupt theres no tellin, itll be abrupt when the lava spews from my mouth
Ill iincinerate your house, smoke alarms ringin out, n youll be engrained to your couch
Be enslaved to my rage, like you locked in a cage, I could out-heat the sun just for fun
Im the combustible powder in ya gun,the untrustable element that drags ya body when ya run
Send one to your lung, and have your skeleton scream when temps reach 4,000 degrees
Cant teach a fuel flow its granted, turn ya anatomy into granite, while Im still poundin debris

^ This Verse Was Alot Better In My Own Opinion... you came WIth some Kool Punches..
Like Viral Said u Gettin Da Hang of ya Multis..ya Flow Wus Easy To Catch..
& it Wus a Solid Verse

I Liked The Second Verse Betta.. Dis Wusnt Ur Best Work Homie.. But i Think it Still Met Standards..
Keep Doin Ya Thing in Da Scripts..

[Glamtrash]

This, again, was not your best, but you certainly are much improved from when you first arrived, with your structure and what-not. I like the way this has two verses. and the way you set the transition up, which makes the second verse my favourite one. Keep doin you, it seems to be workin out.