set it up

Just drop your lines.

check it

I stay on the grind, fuck dope, I make money/
4 my rhymes, when I touch the mic/
I feel like it's Get Rich Or Die Tryin'/
beat you with bars, see us? We hood movie stars/
never touch ours, the only ones who can test/
be 50 or Nas, this rap shit ain't so hard/
I got my back on the wall, homie I hold my own/
the way I roc the mic, I'm a Rolling Stone/
shook the underground and now I'm down the road/
to riches and diamond rings, fuck material things/
all i need is respect as the KING/
7 TECHS and Infared Beams, a dot on your head/
like you a muthafucking Hinduneise!!!!/
Bitch pleez, crips ain't in the studio/
they out on the street, in 2003, i'm the one 2 beat/
watch your BET, you'll see me.....
but after the show, i'm back on the street/
dime sacks under the car seat, packing my heat/
so I can clap wack niggas...TAKE THAT!!!!!!/
+Bang+, fall back you fucking around with a MACK/
i'm like an old Julius, nigga i'm throwing it back!!!!/

ok post ur shit

how long duz it take u 2 fuckin post r u a no sho?

Fuck rapping your white ass should be on MTV as a VJ// ..dog... you couldn't rock the mic if you were backed by Jay and ya name was Freeway// Talkin bout the only niggas that can test you is 50 and Nas// Fuck 50 you can play an alcoholic and I'll woop your ass in 5 bars// Dog you don't know shit about not having a roof that you can't call ya own// All Ghetto white knows is the hardship of living in a trailer home(ha ha)// Don't think you going distract me with ya little charm// Aint you supposed to be at your suburban home ...making a bomb// You a threat not only to me but the whole society// The next time you feel like sprayin a school.... do me a favor... yell fire B// Dude you a street dreamer you don't actually like to pull the trigger// Man they holdin auditions for the Wire you should try out my nigga// Dog I'm sorry but ghetto and white don't go together son// you can talk that tough shit but my ear is closed dog I aint the one//Dog what possessed to try to cuff my spot// the end result will be more drastic than the days biggie and pac got shot// What you need to do is go home and use ya pen// For you this rap shit is like DMX's career my friend// Like I said about X he's retiring// Dog don't worry I think the people that flick burgers are hiring// You a ghetto boy you think you can beat me... someone is playin tricks with ya mind// white chocolate you're confused, fake thugs tend to get hurt "fuck it.. you'll soon find"// Dog stop talkin about all of ya drug money// Ya mommy give that dough to ya for lunch and you faking... damn that shit funny//


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wow...ma vote goes to unknown yo you teared that kid apart into little pieces...puches left him with like 40 black n blues better punchlines better flow and overall just a better verse...vote-unknown MC

holla bak 1

yea yo goes to unknown mc
won it fair and square

p.s. uppin for votes at thread
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