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Old 04-06-03, 03:51 AM   #7
L.I.N.K
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<center>The Verse that killed........his spirit:

If you eat me, im ripping through you like public school mystery meat, and in the same case when you shit me out I'll be the illest thing you ever thought to excrete//
This isn't fiction man, this battle should be for beanie siegel fans,title is:"White fucks the truth,Your punches don't connect like boxers dead in a phone booth//
I spit collander punches,Verses leaving you bruised and drained,couldn't catch a flow with your mouth open as it rained//
You spit a tornado?, Im a tsunami emcee, bursting blood vessels like liquid anurisms of the brain,I'll spit I'll spit a biblical storm, after 40 days and nights, leave you hung from a weather vane//
I'll impale swords through your wind pipe so that your flow will finally be on point,you couldn't deliver a dope punch if I loaded your throat with an ounce worth of joints,Spilling your blood,spreading the wack virus at every location it annoints//

::Hurtin already just gettin started Switch Up::

L.I.N.K's’ alcohol abuseive’ ‘knife’ ripping-thru-your-‘6 pack’, get your “writers block” back sharply like my “pen” was ‘spittin-legos-an-‘tacs’//
this ‘*text’ battle ‘*tribute to the death’ of your battle ‘**elements’, scatter the remnants, you couldn’t be ‘freshin’ then this sellin 5 cents-a-mint(sentiments)//
you still tryin apologize an reconcile, own crew recognize a chump an leave, please I’m fuckin this kid up with written punchs, textxee turn pedophile//
you more played then a bitch who trips runnin in horror flick, then screams an cower in fear, you neva put 4th(forth) power your whole 4 year career//
I’ll put ‘thoughts of death on your mind’, ‘my verse’ signed an ‘stapled-to-your-head’, ain’t worth the nine I’ll tear you again this time stay-pulled-to-shreds//
‘Fund’ a “mentally”(`Fundamentally`) ’broke’ to “thoughts,” `Inflicted` with a cold, hand covered coughs only illness you hold//
`Thermionic` break down of skill, shatter to ion to fill the `Equilibrium`, still wouldn’t be even with me in hell you’d still be above your talent level//
‘Mindless Synonym’ with the ‘same thoughtless’ ‘contemplate’ion(compilation), ‘shackin’ things up, in gay situationcuz ‘punchs hit soft” like ‘***MS’ patients//</center>

*Epitaph is a written tribute to the dead
***MS-Muscular Sclerosis