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MiC ChEcK
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**Cough Cough**

Yo your whole crew in tha "shadows" like darkman/
Your all fake ass superheroes like blankman/
i can fuck up your whole crew on ma own,i need no clone/
Yo send me tha numbers to your bitchs so i can give them a bone/
lyin back gettin a stone off this shitty ass "Blunt" while fuckin one of your girls from behind and ticklin tha others cunt/
you mutha fuckas challenged us, fuck that youd be better off takin tha bus,down to tha financial aid office coz you just can't beat us/
Next time bring your whole crew not just 3 on 3 coz tha w-e-s-t will have all 3-of you for dinner washin you down with a cup of tea/
All you fake ass bitches wanna do is just be me,shit that aint gonna happen coz i'm tha capin(Captain) of rappin and yous tha bitch good for slappin.

**HAHAHA "throws tha mic to MiC ChEcK"**

Hey yo
I broke knees; n watched hope seize when I let the ropes squeez; while u just hang motionless from these sloped trees//
I know these; kids are stupid enough to sprinkle 'crack on Alicia' hoping to come out with 'dope keyes'//
But folks please; read this closely and examine the battle to its furthest necessities//
The hurting is endlessly delivered as these words are my accessories; y'all 'baptized a janitor' and still couldn't 'bless a key'//
My pen is bliss; crafting a flow ridiculous; if Feces wins; y'all foes conspicuous//
These words meticulous; and the issue is that duce2's; you can get killed with this//
Sent a sequenced diss; tuning radios n y'all still couldn't catch the frequency of this//
We're the ones preceding wit facts; y'all just eyewitness the acts; that's the difference to this//
I'm frequent to piss on bluntMC's gravesite; kid couldn't pop shit on rave nights; shots'll make sure y'all don't stand right//
In fact...save might; for next battles cause y'all just got 'whipped' worse then a caught running away 'slave' might//
Connecting knives to windpipes; ending lives with fistfights; battle me if u wanna have your wrists sliced//
Y'all are bitch like; get your kin's sniped; as y'all should do like virgins in chairs and sit tight; cause soon-enough-you'll-see-Christ//
blunt you aren't even good-enough-to-be-nice; I'll beat shadow on street sides; ur crew just got defeated twice; its no wonder why ur fleet cries//
We carry six knives and slice to bury y'all kids lives; and I don't need to be 'wearing a mask' to prove that can I diss guys ('disguise')!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

**"FINISH EM QUIK"**

Aight look, My rhymes are gonna explode i'm just gonna let loose//
creppin through the "shadows" actin like "god" but you silly lil bitches pulled out your "Duce - Duce"//
i have no choice but to rap around and BUCK you dudes//
so i'ma "ChEcK" Tha "MiC" for clues and "ChEcK" the stage an cruise//
Your death you must choose but which shall i use?//
you'll be left in your grave with an eternal snooze//

I've seen the movie three men and a baby but not two bitches and a FAG//
bitchin about shit with your hand bags eye liner and fuckin JAM RAGZ//
you get face fucked, rap ragged and ass shagged, i'll rap for so long you'll get JET LAGGED//
your writin baby rhymes about to get team tagged, you lil bitch you got bitch slapped//
i got your mic tapped so wotever you spit sounds fuckin shit//

I aint gonna cover your grave with flowers i'll leave the mic in which u where devowered//
you'll hear me spit 4 for more hours, wheres this dope rhyme you cowards//
i just fired the total contents of my clip in the air so your whole crew cowers//
sprayin you fast like the drips from a shower, you'll all fall faster than the twin towers...(R.I.P)

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