Aight...

Ill the rhyme-soldier Vs Q, that's fine - hold it...
The only way you "beatin'" me is with fake titties an I'm blindfolded!
My flows like I'm submerged you've already sunk with your punk rhymes,
Drowned this runt guy who can't come up for air-or even with a punch-line,
Got you feelin' "negative" already I should'a "filmed" that,
You got amnesia from that punch screamin'-"Where my skills at!!??"
Fool you never had 'em, this battle's now a Biblical war,
Causin' premature death-I've strangled you with umbilical cord,
I figure you poor by the way you can't pay attention,
I'm 19-but with your mom against the wall i feel I'm pickin' up my pension,
Haha it's a bad mistake like rolled tobacco this fags a disgrace,
Talkin' 'bout your mom-like a ethic joke it's jus' bad-taste,
Just like you even thinking bout steppin' up to me,
This text-emcee will eventually find out what the effects will be,
Now vexed you'll see it's like puttin your pinky in a lyrikal socket,
Now this win's jus' like your mom's cell number - in my pocket...

Peeze.

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F.C.L- Need's No Introduction-F.C.L

"Phenomonal skill belongin' to Ill I spray thugs,
Never "no-showing" like "Melodic Methods" members in gay clubs..." - (illiance - 3 Quest - 0)
"Glisten tracks, deliver raps you make a livin' dissin' cats,
Face it - you ain't got balls, an' you only "flow" through "pissin' flaps..." (Illiance vs Kesha (No Show, Hoe))

Wins: 6 Lost: 3 -Blunts Battle League