http://community.rapbattles.com/showthread.php?t=127452

^ I killed se7en on dis battle..and now he's complainin to his crew in da old rb dat I only won cuz i dick ride???hahahha

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haha.......uppin for some tryouts

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yo iam in da lyrical terrorists..holla at cha boi ..wun be ez

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you can get down if you want anywone in that crew can get down.....pc

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ayo what yall think of this I spit this and the next one in the cypher, just to spit.

So he wanna give me a mic, aight thats cool-
Cause I'm bout to show this kat that I an spit & I aint no muthafuckin fool=
Nah that I got a mic I'm bout to bring the real lyrikal destruktion-
Spittin volts and hot lava like I'm a volcano eruption-
After many years of sleeping the giant is awaken and I aint stoppin at nothing=
Till I got a chrome mic in one hand 50, 000 souls in the other-
From malignin kats over and over like an ass whippin from ya mother-
Only in the lords name am I ya brother-
& thats it cause when it comes to spittin I grab my mic & make niggihz get undercover-
Wit my micraphone I send niggihz home, cause I'm a lethal weapon like Mr. Glover=
Spittin tactial for-ces-
leaving you unnatural choi-ces-
The agonizing pain of niggihz defeat, to many noi-ses=
Spittin it thru the wire like Kayne till my throat get moist shit-
Call me 007 wit a mic that got a trigger next to the off button, that get ya boys hit-
After I spit yall all drop, all yall hearts stop, then my lungs drop from the rage that I just spit-
Like I was in a cage and I just got ripped-
It was just that quick-
Damn I'm getting thirsty, blood, I need a sip-
Call me a omnivore-
cause after I fuck em I feed on my whore-
And now that I'm done its time to use ya head to clean the floor.

Wit out a beat I spit flames that cause a massive heat wave-
Fuck a 3rd degree you get creamated, and ya rep. a deep grave-
I over come obstacles like Jay Z first apperance in the industry-
Yall been slept on me homie & I'm one of the bettah str8 from the street-
Where I pull the chrome metal piece from undah my fleece-
Cause bitches and snitches is lurking around the block and is flooded wit police=
I'm selling for least to bring in all kinda clientell-
On the block or the corner where I'm at you wont sell-
So fuck it, give it up, what the hell=
Are you trying to blaze me for-
when I hold the detnator to yo door, that is blocked wit c4-
You a dumb ass niggih but not anymore=
Ya stakes is gone, ya plans is gone-
And you cant leave nah cause ya plates is wrong-
Nah shut the fuck up next time and just let me use the phone-
You pop bitch, talk shit, get hit, real quick, wit a mack to the dome.
Yo I'm just freestylin niggih, leave me alone.

we need to see battle stuff.........

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if u want to.......make a sample verse dissin me....remember use personals and all of that like it was a regular battle......maybe 8-10 lines or so

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aight nattle stuff.... hold up I'll get the links or I'll just drop.

iight man..........hey for the crew sigs,since all of us have a different outlook....we should prolly just each keep our own version

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Ayo I’m sick of dealing with you rhyme sluts//
I could set you on fire, you wouldn’t drop hot cuts//
You couldn’t even scrape the surface, `cause you might just be a paper champ//
You probably knockin’ dudes’ boots, giving face to the camp//
I’ll take you out of commission, place your thoughts in remission//
Destroy your pointless wishing, cause you mental division//
Un-sharpening gay blades, and lacing them with incisions//
Show me you’re a true champ, prove to me you’re competition//
Give me 16 lines, to let me know you deserve//
The honor of someone saying you’re a champion of words//
`Cause I haven’t seen it yet, from what I’ve noticed, you’re trash//
So breathe easy, before I jam a pen and pad up your azz/
If your keys had syphilis, you couldn’t type an ill line//
I guess me against you, is like Em against Ginuwine//
Run all over you, like I’m dirt and you’re turpentine//
Like a gauge is in your ear, see the way I blow your mind//

ayo that was sum ill shyt.. jus like mines but dont expect much MC lmao
~1~

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i dunno im the leader of the crew but ima wait to see what the rest of the fam thinks

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Mc reaper..u didn't use anypersonals or good disses but other den dat..it was a okay flow...we gonna pm u aight....den you'll know wut to do from there!!!!!!!!

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