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no biting
no recycling
no crew votes
no d/r votes
no h8r votes

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Checking in man...................................

i ain't got much time, so hurry, or else i gotta do this tomorrow!!!

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Aight Maku
I've looked through ya battles and ya rhyme skills were stolen/
Ya Kansas freak, get back, And I'll blow them/
Weak ass lyrics out of the water/
You aughta give up now/
Cause you ain't got the underground sound/
You a pussy/
A fake a wanksta/
When I read you was from Kansas I thought you was a pranksta/
Naw, but its true ain't it/
A kansas rapper trying to get into the game it/
Is sad really/
You can tell this niggaz crap can you feel me/
Maku, sounds like a chicken disease/
So then Maku will you please step back/
And let the niggaz handle that matter/
Cause I'd rather not embarras you/
Thinking you cool/
Weak ass bitch, Mutherfuckin fool/
You saw kre-z and you planned this/
Step back bitch/
I'll kick you ass back to Kansas

fairly weak verse, i just battled, Maku Jaiiliin vs. Killah Bwoy, and i have no time to hit this verse up, but i'll spit first thing tomorrow. peace

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Yo can somebody close this shit, this dude hasn't posted in three days now

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hmmm...sorry bout tha absence, been busy. outta town.

look....
Aight Maku

Ya own crew feels my thoughts, as if i had a braille mind//
I'm FROM oz, but this punk don't know shit about jail time//

My midus palms could belittle ya knox//
fuck 16's, i spit fifties, like i was vivica fox*//

Your hollow tip tolerance, leaves you punch drunk quick from the nina//
Only took one shot to do it, like you're misses selena**//

Embarrass me? Since birth to ya mom, you've been a disgrace//
that's why you left the hospital room with palm prints on ya face//

blast teks at you, turn metal to warm steel//
They just stop lynching cats here, you can be left hung in cornfields//

With knives left in ya neck and spine//
Ya girl throat skin raw from the noose, while she next in line//

I see the truth in ya eyes, you hate me for my black skin//
this herb flop like the disc wit cube dub and mack ten//

I'll treat you like i'm T.I. and tell you to be easy//
Open cheeks above ya mouthpiece and release feces//

uppin for votes

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