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« on: June 14, 2003, 04:18:00 AM »
Talking shit call that heavy tha only thing heavy about you is yo a**
I have a life out of dis battle room while you sit here and take lessons from emcees like you going to cla**
If I had to spit fast I leave you in a worst condition then a old man wit a triple bypa**
Im bout to rip you up and look inside yo senthitic mind of fibre gla**
And give you sum tip of how to battle daz
First you need to look within
Try to step to me you immature like you get drunk off one Spin
Battle me you could neva win come wit style the fracture yo hypno state with a verbal sin
Like a tree you stand still for many years now you try to make yo move daz make you cry many tears like I mind puppet I reveal the diagnosis of you deepest fears cutting you up wit the lyrical hands of fate. Try to battle me you better off to masturbate ,only way you can get lucky is bye staying up and watching e-tv Saturday nights late
Cant represent mad skill unless like me you a psycho
When I freestyle the skills of two emcees ima lyrical scitzo
Don’t have a fit though I know you an amateur Ima spit slow
I posses the powerful mind of a lyrical pharaoh I distill the power to kill
With a mind that ignite like an oil spill in an Iraqi land fill
When I write prophetic still use the ink and quill
Before you come to battle write yo will
Cuz you leaving in a body bag on your way hope you got money fo a coffin
Go to war wit daz and defeat is yo only option
Stink on the mic like a corpse you already rotten
Decomposing, yo brain tissue was fresh, its about to soften
I Say this way to often
All men are not considered equal
Especially if you not one of my battle cat people
That’s my when I rhyme you bite my shit and create the sequel
My shits so murderous they should label it illegal
You a dying solder in a lyrical war trying to find yo last defense a wack punchline you desperate
Just like another body I leave dead in e-loxion you ready fo da police to investigate
When I listen to yo lyrics, you don’t spend yo skills wisely you profligate
A new plan to attack me you instigate
But like a rabbit on the run you know you fate
To step off the mic now and run it’s to late
I chew you up, after yo death open yo coffin and defecate
On your tombstone it will say, “ ready for the rematch at heavens gate “
Hey it aint over its only started choppin you down like deforestation
Like a criminal network I flow wit integration
Just like a heroin addiction mine is a hip-hop fixation
My ripping freestyle gets you on the search fo legal litigation
Just like Dorothy you lost but still you poses wack determination
Like a thabo imbeki yo ignorance is the Lacking of information
Just for the moment ill let you off the hook wit out setting the mic on instant inflammation
:-Y :-Y
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