Aite this how we gonna do it

-- 14 lines
-- first to 5 votes
-- 3-0 = K-O
-- no bullshit dickride or crew votes

get at me

u drop first

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Nigga ya Used Up, like playas too Old fo tha Game~ Ill expose wut's 'on ya mind' by puttin a Hole in ya Brain....
n now we Kno ya Insane
by tryin ta keep up wit a Superstar afta tha Roster's Changed~ ima Slip-in ya spot, find tha roster Miss-in ya Name...
U not even keepin up at slow Pace~ punches too fast to duck, nigga too late....
This battle's similer to Snoop's song, see'n that 'Murda was tha Case'...
Ya not wit 'under'rates, ya jus cant Step to my Height~ Ya game's commin up 'Short', id be supprised to see u get a Breath to the Mic...
dun strap Weapons too Tight, Cuz tight Throats lead to Choked breaths~
ya must be lookin to die, cuz steppin to me Provokes Deaths
Ya too pussy ta drop first, even afta i gave u tha Chance~
U jus held tha roster fo prospects, recruits neva even pay u a Glance....
All u can do is state ya Stance, ya not in conditions to fight for it~
A Heavy Shooter to 'Light Targets', Deplete ya 'resources' like ripe Forests....
So fuck tha 'Hype Market', ill jus stay Hold'n my Own
Ill cut ya head off so all thas left is tha Gold on ya Dome

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now...
one two three four five six seven.
this is all it took to see ya in heaven....

thank u for spittin first...coz it gave me time to rehearse my verse//
and to get closer to my goal... to see ya in a hearse//
now my delequincy...got me murderin G's, fuck dieng, i was boorn to breathe//
and u aint no OUTLAW, your to conceeded to yo self, dawg beleive me//
and i kno u despi me, u loath me, but niggaz wanna blow me, bitch bleed//
coz im spittin freelie...i walk through the door, and ya smell a good aroma//
i take a cyber punch and now... your in a fucking coma//
coz im da type of cat-to-clap-niggaz-wit-ghats//
coz i breack-backs-with-bats-to-attack-niggaz, with my leathel-combat//
rat-ta-tat-tat, now this cat jus drove by, and now u gon die//
"get down"...niggaz bfore u get shot down, dawg dont clown...coz i hate to hear ya sound//
now this spit-shine-got-me-rippin-lines-and-bustin-nynes-all-the-time//
fuck the time...this ryme is over...coz its like i ripped through yo head and leave ya deranged//
like your sniffin-cocain, these lyrics stuck in your brain, coz dawg im insane//
(finisher)
i left u feelin hopless mentally...now this is a shame......

aite aite

les get sum votes on this bitch........

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