Maku JaiiLiin vs. Kre-Z
 

8-16 lines
no biting
no recycling
no crew votes
no d/r votes
no h8r votes

you go first,
check in

Checking in man...................................

i ain't got much time, so hurry, or else i gotta do this tomorrow!!!

Aight Maku
I've looked through ya battles and ya rhyme skills were stolen/
Ya Kansas freak, get back, And I'll blow them/
Weak ass lyrics out of the water/
You aughta give up now/
Cause you ain't got the underground sound/
You a pussy/
A fake a wanksta/
When I read you was from Kansas I thought you was a pranksta/
Naw, but its true ain't it/
A kansas rapper trying to get into the game it/
Is sad really/
You can tell this niggaz crap can you feel me/
Maku, sounds like a chicken disease/
So then Maku will you please step back/
And let the niggaz handle that matter/
Cause I'd rather not embarras you/
Thinking you cool/
Weak ass bitch, Mutherfuckin fool/
You saw kre-z and you planned this/
Step back bitch/
I'll kick you ass back to Kansas

fairly weak verse, i just battled, Maku Jaiiliin vs. Killah Bwoy, and i have no time to hit this verse up, but i'll spit first thing tomorrow. peace

Yo can somebody close this shit, this dude hasn't posted in three days now

hmmm...sorry bout tha absence, been busy. outta town.

look....
Aight Maku

Ya own crew feels my thoughts, as if i had a braille mind//
I'm FROM oz, but this punk don't know shit about jail time//

My midus palms could belittle ya knox//
fuck 16's, i spit fifties, like i was vivica fox*//

Your hollow tip tolerance, leaves you punch drunk quick from the nina//
Only took one shot to do it, like you're misses selena**//

Embarrass me? Since birth to ya mom, you've been a disgrace//
that's why you left the hospital room with palm prints on ya face//

blast teks at you, turn metal to warm steel//
They just stop lynching cats here, you can be left hung in cornfields//

With knives left in ya neck and spine//
Ya girl throat skin raw from the noose, while she next in line//

I see the truth in ya eyes, you hate me for my black skin//
this herb flop like the disc wit cube dub and mack ten//

I'll treat you like i'm T.I. and tell you to be easy//
Open cheeks above ya mouthpiece and release feces//

uppin for votes

*=spit fifties, talking bout vivica not swallowing fifty cent, i spit fifty bars, she spits fifties.
**=shots like alcohol, cuz the gun leaves him punch drunk, plus Selena was killed with only one shot.
weak verse on my part, but it gets the job done though...