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Meks~VS~SIC~WIT~IT
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mek u drop first.an poll vote IN MY OTEHR BATTLE..DAWG U DIDNT POLL VOTE.. |
POLLVOTE..U DIDNT.......CHECKIN IN..........
http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=71196 hiT IT UP ANYONE ELSE..BEEN SLEPTED ON |
yea i voted dawg.........least now i did............
checkin in ppl..............vote on this fuckin slept on battle http://www.rapbattles.com/forum/sho...&threadid=68847 ********************* ********************* |
aite u droppin or wuttttttttttttttttttttt;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
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I don't even know why i 'waste my time' and 'disgrace ya rhyme'//
This 'race is mine' the 'pace is flyin by' and even sayin u can flo is a crime// i aint playin bro this 'match is mine', oh u didnt know? u got 'facts'ta'find'// i just beat u in 'straight sets' and the serve 'got at ya mind'// Shot right to the dome, now tha werd gets right at ya home// What i say is true, this is rightfully known, ya momz ma dick she's jus blown// ya rhymes are 'condensed weak', they couldn't 'raise tha bar' at they 'strength's peak'// u climb 'cement steep' just fo my 'skill ta meet', u 'will be defeat', i'll throw ya 'werthless sense' on tha 'concrete'// Wen ya 'mind's on the block' the 'red streets' speak for themsleves you got rocked// ya eyes 'lined up wit ma glock' u fed sheets, u weak and redy to be popped// Try'an pull sum shit now, we snipers by da flock// Ill Delinquintz accurate, posionous bite like vipers, afta we rap u need'a shot// Will it be scotch, or vodka, either fuckin way i'll drop ya// Watch, I got'ya, you tried duckin me but i stopped ya// You say u smoke herbs? But you lack T.H.C.// Choke on werds, you can't look at The Hole Concept// So I gouge out ya eyes, I know u felt The Hatred Comin// You proud but of what prize? U got no win, and This Hole Competition's dun-in// You think u fuckin sum kinda hott MC// Actually u not, I'll burn you, turn you, up'a degree// ::::::::::::::::::::::*Time to Die*::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: Erybody knows ya wak an wont deny it ta me// Is like we back wen eryone would follow Caesar's Decree// Please jus let me be for i leave u wit seizures see?// Shake up ya fuckin dome piece, then shoot you wit ma chrome beast, leave ya fuckin thoughts all over this god damn battle and take tha award home for me// You couldn't Roll up herbs if ya hadda fuckin rollin' machine// Hold up curbs like we had ya family controllin w/ they teeth~thas ma Team// |
iiiiiiight thas my drop...........................gd/luck wit dem votes
peace........................ ******************************** ******************************* ******************************** |
WOW HOMIE..THTAS LIKE 23 LINES FUK DAT PIK YA HOTTEST 15 AN REPOST YA SHIT.............................................. ..............................................
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iight man..............no prob, didnt even fuckin count...........
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hey nigga battle me sik...im looking for a battle bad............................................... ............
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I don't even know why i 'waste my time' and 'disgrace ya rhyme'//
This 'race is mine' the 'pace is flyin by' and even sayin u can flo is a crime// i aint playin bro this 'match is mine', oh u didnt know? u got 'facts'ta'find'// i just beat u in 'straight sets' and the serve 'got at ya mind'// Shot right to the dome, now tha werd gets right at ya home// What i say is true, this is rightfully known, ya momz ma dick she's jus blown// ya rhymes are 'condensed weak', they couldn't 'raise tha bar' at they 'strength's peak'// u climb 'cement steep' just fo my 'skill ta meet', u 'will be defeat', i'll throw ya 'werthless sense' on tha 'concrete'// Wen ya 'mind's on the block' the 'red streets' speak for themsleves you got rocked// ya eyes 'lined up wit ma glock' u fed sheets, u weak and redy to be popped// Try'an pull sum shit now, we snipers by da flock// Ill Delinquintz accurate, posionous bite like vipers, afta we rap u need'a shot// Will it be scotch, or vodka, either fuckin way i'll drop ya// Watch, I got'ya, you tried duckin me but i stopped ya// You say u smoke herbs? But you lack T.H.C.// Choke on werds, you can't look at The Hole Concept see// |
AITE SETIT UP AFTER I DROP IN HERE AN VOTE WHEN I DROP DAWG IM DOWN SET I T UP ILL DROP BY TONITE FOSHO.....
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BATTLE ME SIK...YOUR PRETTY GOOD...I JUST VOTED ON YOUR BATTLE WIT SACRIFICE....I WANNA BATTLE YOU
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ok got it...ill set it up................................................ .........................................
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This is for all the wacc emcees da there king mek, yall get laid down// Come out the wood work and see saw like playgrounds// Eat salt and take rounds but all the shots not liquor// Me losing is like the mailman that did not deliver// Cuz weather rain, sleet, or snow I bring it quick to your box// Grab your throat, vocal chords getting twisted in knots// Spitting or not, I speak truth; it’s proved with my words// Techniques perfected, I speak the truth cuz it hurts// You need to know your role cuz that’s all that matters// If not, you’ll get booed off stage like Broadway actors// The hardest rappers popping shit can lick the balls// Cats who scared always talk shit and don’t spit at all// Foes will get foiled; brute force leaves you underpowered// With speed that lets me dodge rain drops in thunder showers// Guns are for fags; I flip scripts quickly to kill a man// Yall scream, “Oh boy!” But it’s different than Killer Cam// Empty cups like boozers, grabbing your hoes titties// You can shine all you want, you’re just mad that you’re no biggie// I’m handing out blows swiftly to eradicate foes quickly// My stamina’s so richly blessed to go on forever// Only place you go is off the stage rolled on a stretcher// I’ll lay down a hundred, can’t match the sentences spit// You can’t fit the bill like Franklin’s head was too big// herb |
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This is for all the wacc emcees an there king mek, yall get laid down// Come out the wood work and see saw like playgrounds// Eat salt and take rounds but all the shots not liquor// Me losing is like the mailman that did not deliver// Cuz weather rain, sleet, or snow I bring it quick to your box// Grab your throat, vocal chords getting twisted in knots// Spitting or not, I speak truth; it’s proved with my words// Techniques perfected, I speak the truth cuz it hurts// You need to know your role cuz that’s all that matters// If not, you’ll get booed off stage like Broadway actors// The hardest rappers popping shit can lick the balls// Cats who scared always talk shit and don’t spit at all// Foes will get foiled; brute force leaves you underpowered// With speed that lets me dodge rain drops in thunder showers// Guns are for fags; I flip scripts quickly to kill a man// Yall scream, “Oh boy!” But it’s different than Killer Cam// Empty cups like boozers, grabbing your hoes titties// You can shine all you want, you’re just mad that you’re no biggie// I’m handing out blows swiftly to eradicate foes quickly// My stamina’s so richly blessed to go on forever// Only place you go is off the stage rolled on a stretcher// I’ll lay down a hundred, can’t match the sentences spit// You can’t fit the bill like Franklin’s head was too big// herb |
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