YOU AINT ILL
Your style AINT ALL GASSED UP LIKE YOU CLAIM IT TO BE

Dare to grind, I could swear your lines were scared of mine,
I`m ill, ..Like a guilty arsonist its somthin.. U gotta 'bear' in mind,
Lets compare our rhymes, I got some.. While you got none,
Your rhymes derserve to be shot, ..And mine are the shot-gun,
I`ll put you to bed bitch, A Kraft-matic.. I`ma bend 'n arc it,
Gettin slept on.. Well i`ll smother u under a 'cover' of darkness,
Ya shit last week was wack, This week.. Try not to top that,
My uppercuts are like hot-boxin, They`ll get u high offa contact,
I`ll rip ur arm off in combat, ..ICE got you rappin shook,
This ain`t Peter Pan muhfucka, But i`ll leave ya 'capped 'n hooked',
Slapped 'n cooked when ya ass gets took the fuck up off this,
..I`ll put defeat in your head and cut your losses,
Hang ya guts from crosses, You lost this.. & ya styles blown,
Fuck it, I should just let u win.. So I can crush u with the milestone,
SOS, If you had kids i`d break`em like brittle candy,
I`m a heavy drinker, ..And i`ve been known to kill a little 'Brandy',
Wins are the modus operandi, and SOS a forsaken deamon,
You think we`re the same? If thats the case then i`m 'breakin' even..





SWITCHIN YA NAME CAUSE PEEPS THOUGHT YOU HAD A COCK JOCK POSSE




SON
tired fuck, just 'cuz ya higher up don't mean this job is over
you'll just fall farther once i beat you with the sticks off ya shoulder
steppin' to me is stupid...so to show you how wrong it is...
i'll throw your brain on a treadmill to exercise common sense
i'm strong with pens, but you're more or less vacant wit' talent
i'll tie stability around ya neck, let ya body hang in the balance
i came for a challenge fucker, 'cuz i pursue the tip-top...
SON is like Roy Jones, your punches shouldn't be used for hip-hop
i've viewed ya pic, ha! i bet when it comes to sluts, ya mind's lost...
the only time you get off is when you punch ya time clock
he runs for guy's cocks, chills, and hangs with boring people...
and The pussy? gets slept on like the current N.O.R.E. single
now when i call you 'Nice,' i'm not sayin' ya words are blaze
just your ideas are so broke, that you 'work with change'
and you FROM CALI dawg , i assume beer's your useful fluid...
but i'm not offerin' Coors when i say, "i'll fill you with silver bullets"
when foolish SON AKA SOS questioned his faith, i said, "trust in God, dummy"
next Sunday, i received ten percent of his job money....

YOU BEEN SONNED BITCH
HE KNOWS WHO I AM REFFERING TO

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