yo chek it//....
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Originally posted by TheHandsOfGod
dogg i aint gotta 300 post but im lookin for a good battle if ur down or not who cares jus leme now hola
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damn...notha C skurred to front past what dey neva smaked before//
Handsofgod betta take action last 10 lines draggin u a-cross dis floor//
Ryhmes poured like a rainstorm wit no rain, came like a fake rapper, no game//
inept ta handle values at degree's, pressin u str8 inta obliviouse emcee shame//
came to me u like a trinidad..but u messin witta lenox lewis//
nigga come les do dis, reppin elite elements ta da motha fukin truest//
synicly... acts-of-god are known to me as miracles//
tryina do da math cross ya emcee multiplicty wit yo recipricals//
addition dun added up a intense sensation never before felt in ya un-defieted-body//
a loss...seems like u fuked wit everybody....but they handed empty pistols while u busted outta shotty//
frosty, icey, crisp, hard punches flow from dese lyrical fists,.. i inhibit//
flo'in busted used-pre-writtens, pre-veiwed an re-veiwed at da last can-i-bus exhibit//
Slip in.....
slip inta dis like a nigga wit a limp dik surcim-sized fukkin witta fat bitch//
banana peels on way u lines-be-peelin mine....along a code witta R&B battle glitch//
sik witta mic...literally sik witta mic//
spilled chunky vile, undirected like a first-time-cummer for a tike//
sike//.....
ur ryhmes ill like sars be to a chinc finna go joggin//
try hard, god couldnt hand out dis miracle, wish u hadnt hit yes at logg-in//
spewin now....
hyperventaliating from ur verse spittin so hard u almost broke a sweat//
Didnt consider training...seen, 13-an 17, but u forget da name is jet//
to-late u missed ur flight...no take-backs..reciepts not warrant//
bitch nigga 12-0 wished he had a second chance to brign forth wit a worthy opponent//
but as we can c, from u ta me, to da whole R&B, Cj fukin owns it//
Didnt consider consequense like Saddam, so now ur gonna feel the wrath of war//
Fore frontin wit CJ, only leave u spitten wastin lines of hardcore, resultin in injury: Syptome 1 be cole sores//
nother lyrical chore....busted down to a emcee..who thought he had jus-a-lil-bit-more//..
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next//.......