My new crew. I accept the good. Only the good. If you're wonderin' what I can do, here are some of my verses from the old RB:

Gimmick Matchup about opponent's horrible love life
Aight, check it...
Hey, now, it looks like all RB is gonna want to give RealiM space
Cause his idea of a romantic evening is jerkin' off to Will and Grace!
There's no question, son, that your love life is terribly shameful
But on top of that this Gimmick match has me makin' this painful
RealiM's feelin' quite comfortable cause here on RB dickriding's free
And when Born To Kill wrote The Penis Revolt he tried to buy it on CD!
I don't know what part of Axe he's starin' at, his orientation's Ambiguous
But it must be admitted that he views all of Amby's sigs with disgust
Only one he's peeped, so Real can't get his mama's cunt out of his sight
If u listen u can hear him cryin' cause there's no porn on Thursday night!
He's a desperate boy now, you don't wanna see him go mano-a-mano
Baking soda & a rubber band and the next day he'll be singin' soprano
Later


And another one:

League Battle
Aight, check it...
Feeble finally got his wish, he's obsessed with this ill textcee
I mean, he's even created aliases for a chance to battle me!
He's the worst of his crew, just a rock among Diamond Minds
And Feebs' pissed, cause he can no longer bite Avalon's lines
Feeble Minded owns no more respect, but what you expect?
Your punches don't connect, like mute rappers spittin' dialect
At the top of his RB career, his full name was said by people
But he has declined to the point where he calls himself Feeble
Takin' this battle? You know Feeble Minded's wishin' on a star
But the galaxy can't measure the distance between us, too far
Feeble's sucked off more than he can handle, his voice's hoarse
And there goes his opportunity to leave a good looking corpse!
He's easily controlled like obedient sheep, well, call me Hannibal
Cause I'm Silencin' this Lamb, and then turnin' his D/R's cannibal
It's a simple fact, this may be your League, but I'm just rulin' B
And that would be all she wrote but there's 5 min. for his eulogy
Later

Holla at me if you want in.

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Lyrics
One Man Crew
Most of 'em hate me, and it's a rare one who loves me
Niggas fillin' up with rage but they ain't gettin' above me
And after all the battles, the wins are no longer surprising
Pushin' bar after bar, takin' over the game, revolutionizing
Never thought of takin' help from others, see, I'm too proud
And every battle raises the volume of a voice speaking aloud