Shadow God's verse is black
Duce2s verse is in red
BLuNT-Mc's is in blue



-MC is not important first of all, How could he give out a threat?…Tha best thing I heard was that he was known for Mic Checks.
-It’s murda, Fa real duns if yall come against us…Quik Spits thinks he hip, He’s not even eligible for a tour bus.
..Deadly..
-I’m too raw for tha West…That’s why West gets stressed when he knows he could get his wig messed beside him in his plot to rest.
-Cause I strap guns in tha form of a vest in case kats wanna test…Catch buck shots in ya chest, Make ya casket case weigh less.
-Yall brains put together still couldn’t formulate a devastatin…Beratin combo to cause us to start hatin and roll through ya hood, Poppin off guns like we paradin.

Check this

I 'Spit' a 'Quik' rhyme make ya look 'West' while 'Check'in ya 'Mic'/
Leave yall vanquished like strait dudes sorrounded by dykes/
Your at a disadvantage when tryin to manage this lyrical king/
Yalls technique is antique an i rip ya bitches wit dis linguistic string/
Come out the TV like im in The Ring an hit ya like a Barry Bonds baseball swing/
My rhymes are abstract yours compact infact they lacked impact/
Odds stacked against ya while 'Quick' in the back wit 'West' gettin packed/
'Check' waitin for the sack to be in his gastrointestinal tract/
Im countin ya flaws as i break these laws leavin ya red like santa claus/
Sit back and start the applause because im leavin ya jaws full of pause/

Flicks 187 records off and passes the mic



yo, check it....

comin' with tha strength of egyptian slaves, with a differance.//
we on the otha side of tha wips an' chains, 1-8-7 tha victems.//
they verse's written, couldn't murk us.//
just maybe urk us until we had enough an' put words up.// "word up"
off tha top is how MP drop, an' when it finally hits ground yo' be flat on tha side walk.//
crushed under tha weight of our cypha, cops gotta scrape ya remains before they outline wit chalk.//
Quik-Spit be tha first in tha line up.. take aim, fi-a.// (fire)

(*3 gun shots)--MP bustin' clips

who's next?.. west.. mic-check, to scared to fight back.//
y'all know we end ya life fast, bend ya back 'till ya spine snaps.//
sharp wit fine raps, spit like ammunition hear tha nine crack.// (sharp an' fine are synonyms)
I'm crip an' u isn't, so I'm settin' blind traps.//
ta capture these murderas (lol) mind sets.. murder. yea. right. not these guys, they jus wack.//(187 means murder)
they rhyme wack, they ride's wack, they wives.. well let's say they got back.//
plus more cell-u-lite than my cell-at-night has.// (cellphone screens glow at night)
count tha lines- damn, last one.. NIGGAS KNOW THEY DONE, BITCHES JUST NO-SHOW.. YOU KNOW WE WON!//

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