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Young Phrophet vs .Wicked One.
IP: B95D B791
Battle Rules:
6 -12 Lines No Crew Votes No Recycling No Biting Minimum posts to vote: 200 Check in by: 02-19-05 at 01:57 PM Must drop verse in 4320 minutes after check in. |
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IP:
From P.A. to N.Y. my pen high to present fiyah...
Might of flown but you know I might hit the empire... Crowd silent when in cyphers, you're not gonna finish me... You need more swagger to do that, you're not Sinatra or Biggie... I'm known to pounce on foes quicker than snoop dogg on bags of indo... To leave my opponents bloodier than wearing a straight jacket to fight with Kimbo... You beating me? That's like seeing wolverine with battle scars... Completely unheard of...Just Like You Are... You and Royce should form a group, call yourselves the 5'9"s... You're the type to get arrested, puttin your address in high times... If you're goin, goin, back, to back, to cali...cali... Try to stop ho'in, ho'in, in the back, the back, of caddies, caddies...
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...Hit Me Up On The Original Wicked One...
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IP:
Let's set it straight, I mean what i say and i'm gonna be serious//
That your a delerious little bitch I.E. wanna be lyricist// I Disable dudes apart who attempt to battle me// I'm sad to see a fag to be became a casualty// Askin the challenge in the battle "Who's philly's Finest?"// Nigga, I run this shit wit Sigel, The whole city behind us// You say you've been to Ny and you'd hit the Empire// Nigga, I can pull 3 L's and be a hell of alot higher// wit ya 4 and 0 record i know talked to strobe// While you standin next to ya man askin him "Where's the anal probe?"// Sayin i'm completely unheard of.../You need to ask around// By the way you ain't from philly, go back to ya hometown// Call me demolish, cuz i smash ya whole shit up// Call this a lyrical ass beatin, so in the morning you can't get up// If you wake up tonight and see eyes, it ain't ya dog or cat// It's me standing over you wit a gat and a baseball bat// And i remember you sayin about I can't finish you// Ya right mafucka, Nine Bars, it' called Deminished You!// |
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