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Originally Posted by C-Section
so she PM's this to me. in a PM that said battle(i guess this is one of her battle verses)
pins an needles, needles iin skin /
187 murda its all kin/
everytime i spit a track it comes off a sin/
the seven deedly, lust,greed, and envy/
paralize the whole perimeter like a century/
body buckle and break during tha bullets entry/
Tempature increases as the tally of defeats repeat/
just anotha victim
as i spit the respitory system/
lay'em to bed, eternally kiss'em
goodnight/
for the love of spite this battle ain shit
take it to the streets
so i can really show u how to fight
my styles shorta mystique
kinda descret
till i bubble up and burn harder
ask my niggas whos the fuckin firestarta
like i said.....the net ebonics say it all........WACK!
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U wack ass motha fuckin white boy u ain shit - ya battle recod is zip
ya work is counterfitted thru a piece 'a art
i'ma give u the ending cause i alreay taught u the start
if u lucky i 'ma give s you forty bars to drop
wonts stop till somebody kill me
aint dead till proven by autopsy
and even then i'll POP back n kill the doc see
workin around the clock-
remember i told u i was gone give u 40 bars to drop
i destroy the spot
one flow take out ten city blocks-
and i still gone give u ur 40 bars to drop
my block is hot n i see you son
see jersey do this thing to take out the weak ones
i'm gone tell b4 u smoke..don sleep son -
you on my waitin list
remember u was talkin bout my ebonics
thats fucked up u shoulda kept it on the low
i didnt say anythin when ya mom spent ya money wit me for blow
next time i'll jus hit you wit a death kiss -
ya dna will be branded on my fist
huh i' promise this time i wont miss
if you duck i'm fo'sho my nigga won miss
i tried to tell you don disrespect it
cause now u know.u won live to regret it
u ain 50 yall life ain't really protected
they way we be using our dead-on
jus like u found out
my boys pimp hand way strong-
i jus came to silence the laughter
you don keep it real - why should i have to
i'm way wise u still listeining like the children
u in it for the money u said fuck respect
i'm gone give u wha u wanted
treat u like a cop
easily put a slug in ya chest
i warned when i burst ..
people seem to think.. i'm betta than the rest
i recalled u said "wuts good ma wish i can rub on ya chest"
now u tryin to put me below ur class
thought i was a young trick wit a nice peice of ass
now you looking yung n silly..believe u tha ass
try to get too big for your britches
let you no me n my srew
see we shut down o'tray sixes
ones like u who neva put up a fight
they take it as it comes
slowly go out like ja
thinkin ya lyrics tight
o wait did i lie
ya record is zero
why am i tying to prove ya wrong-
i guess in the end i'm the hero