yo yo . . .



YO you wack, I'm quick to fuck up your "lines" like having "bar" sex/
The only way you'd damage shit is by killing yourself in car wrecks//
You need to elevate at a constant rate like acceleration/
I'm quick to "steal your pride" and leave ya "head down" like "meditation"//
I'll perform "construction" on ya rhymes that will destroy ya "site"/
You ain't got no "Common Sense" so Ima smack you with "The Light"//
I'm quick to leave "shady" cats like you depressed, Im "sunnin' them"/
"Fuck" "the" "voters" "I" "quoted" "this" "line" "so" "your" "slow" "ass" "could" "understand"//
My "lines" will leave you "hooked" like a "fish", "WHOA, This here's a live one!"/
Not one person will buy ya wack CD . . . so you just "Bribe-One"//
Ya verses blow like Dynamite, while I'm the wick and the fuse/
If I put you "behind" a "DJ", you still wouldn't have a "Clue"//
Its like gunning through stop signs, the way I'm running through lines/
You can't put 2 and 2 together . . . though you tried twenty-two times//
This cat thinks he's in "charge" of something. What a "battery"? What a dumb bitch/
Rushing to class with ya rhyme pad is the only way that you run shit//
You can't battle, you a storytelling cat, plus ya shit's fictionary/
If you're the definition of ILL . . . then I'm the Dictionary//






good battle yo. UPPING!!!!!

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The Soul Purpose LP . . . Summer '04