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Mic Check vs Marrzz Cutta
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no d/r, hate votes....
-this battle got slept on...so we reposting it......
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Originally Posted By Marrzz Cutta
steps to the mic and signals to the dj...he puts on busta rhymes "i'll give it to u"...marrzz gives him a bitter beer face...aww fuck it
uh uh yea yea yea is this what u want uh yea i'm a give it to u
this pussies scared...i'll put the barrell to his head and leave his face red//
loses are "addictive"...he'll "get the point" like a "basehead"//
gimme a break destroyin emcees is a habit//
got my challengers ready to fly away like Lenny Kravitz//
and this guy hear is average...makes u wonder why he chose me//
i'm so above averagee my status'll give u a nosebleed//
looks at dj like stop playin wit them...dj pulls out somethin...50 shot ya starts playin
i don't need punches to beat this sissy//
all i had to do was show up and he started losin weight like Missy//
i stay above all...emcees "Fall" like "Niagra"//
i'm hard to kill but u'll "Die Hard" like "bruce" wit "viagra"//
attack i strike like a viper at u and ya men//
this guys dead weight i shed him like extra skin//
somebody betta check mic before i kill this guy//
u couldn't be B.I.G. if u was from bedstuy//
i break mics, shatter speakers and tweeters//
and i don't think ya chest is popper stopper when i unlock and pop the heata//
rb tellin u marrzz cuttas a keepa//
cuz i came on site clearin topics like a viral street sweepa//
i spit a riddle at this cripple...then let his brain digest//
ripped his verse then gave him the middle...and i aint even break the mic yet//
left him speechless...the mic shatters in his hand...
dam....uh my bad....walks off to evil stares
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Originally Posted By MiC ChEcK
Marrzz cutta.....hmmmmm, neva heard a this kid, but aiight...
i'll call this keystyle master piece..."Death Wish"
Is it true Check doesn't really CARE-ANYMORE? Emceez were SCARED-HE-WAS-BORN, EMPAIRED-AND-DEFORMED with no HAIR-AND-TWIN-HORNS//
The DEVIL-INCARNATE, one HELL-OF-AN-ARTIST, my words dispurse in this verse and an L-HAS-DEPARTED//
TELLING-MY-HARDSHIPS can leave ADULTS-KILLED, I'm on the BATTLE-FEILD and YELLING-AT-SARGENTS, I DWELL-IN-THE-DARKNESS, I've got HOTTENED-GLANDS, I'm NOT-A-MAN, just a SHELL-AND-I'M-HEARTLESS//
Ok ok, let me DISS-YOU-SOME, I know all you kids are waiting until my FIST-IS-SWUNG, so let me SPIT-A-PUNCH//
I'll ATTACK-THE-DAMN-PLANET, and be the LAST-MAN-STANDING, dancing in a COLLAPSED-GRAND-CANYON//
PERHAPES-I-AM-DAMAGED, but I'm "underground" and you're still "beneath me", not even WORTH-A-SPAR, I'll build a "Tavern" in your town kid, cause honestly you don't DESERVE-A-"BAR"//
Leave you HURT-AND-SCARRED from WORDS-MY-HEART will VERSE-IN-BARS//
I'll INSERT-THESE-PARTS into my CURSIVE-MARKS until the lines rhyme and BURST-APART//
Imma LUNATIC, WHO-CAN-GET ABUSIVE-QUICK and LOSE-HIS-WITTS anytime the MOON-IS-LIT//
This is what I think of your words, you get lucky and rhyme while you WHISTLE-THINGS//
I possess triple the flow and all you wield is one LITTLE-BEAM//
So saying you shine is only HALF-RIGHT//
It's a SAD-SIGHT to see the one beam you got is nothing but a Fisher Price FLASHLIGHT//
finishin this 'homie jew'
You simple-minded can only pencil-voilence, so you get beat with one arm like Dr. Kimble's-wife-did//
I assemble-riots at hip-gigs, murder you lyricly and make it look like slit-wrists//
Fuck a dick-bitch, just imagine how large my fist-gets when it's submurged in your tricks-slit//
I'm God almighty, you exist-for-my-fun, and I actually WANT Priests to commit-to-my-son//
This might-be-lies but Imma write-it-nice, Cutta is like a veteran coke addict, cause he needs twice-the-lines to incite-a-rise//
Vicious Determination
-MiC ChEcK-
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05-22-03, 10:18 PM
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