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Lookin at the person above me realize he's like a god//
He needs no more elevation and plus he the best mod//
This cat spits pure gold on the microphone//
No one can compete when he gets his game on//
Amazing everyone when they read his text//
Always findin him merkin peeps and sayin whos next//

^Word to yo motha
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Respect is all I'm after.
Prime effort is all you can expect.
Perfection will be promised in time.

The Creation

ahh fo sho, i read this from the remix
dood never used gimmicks and cheap tricks
rappers,they need this, when killin the mic
like billin a right against those willin to fight
fo real, hes right, propz to tha diamond ace
good lyrical ability and perfect rhymin pace

This guys skill goes...as "de3p" as the oceans depth/
Dont fuck around with him...it will be your last breath/
Cause he suffocates his oppenents..with his ill-spits/
he could be facing the wrong way..and he could still-hit/
His rhymes are never weak...they come sharp like a knife/
one swift cut of a rhyme...and he will take ya life/

with only 7 posts...this guy is already on top/
he just cant be stopped...his rhymes are just overly hot/
Mess with him and you get ripped...to fucking shreds/
He doesnt pack the lead..cause one spit and ya dead/
Dont look at him the wrong way...cause hes from the U-K/
dont fuck with him cause he will kill...just watch what you-say/

Yo i DiG MastA C HoW He All OvEr ThEsE Fo~RuMs//
And This CaT's RecOrD Is OuTStanDing Kid 4 N 1(4-1)//
This CaT's so Hot OtheR TexTceeS JusT Bore~Him//
TheSe SexY LaDieS in The Web JusT Adore~Him//
Masta is hood if there's beef he be PoppiN ya Homes//
But He RatHer be Witcha chicks just CockiN her Dome//

This guys rhymes are so hot...they just melting-ya/
He leaves you on fire...even heaven cant be helping-ya/
He just-rips..and he busts-sick...cause hes that-ill/
Dont fuck with him cause hes spits like a gun..he will fire at-will/
He will leave you laying-down..cause hes never playing-around/
He doenst need to listen..to who hes dissing..so what you saying-now/

Masta C blocks rock, the rhymes mad shock
Jettin like a glock, blastin fad shots
Rhymes so hot, spittin down on the spot
Swearin not, at the person, or the pot
Giving loud props, to users who plot lots
of lyrical rhymes that are above him
taking my place, showin I aint shoven.
Rhymes are in my oven, so this i'm saying now
I'm Lyrically baking, no denial, I like your style
I can't be faking, your not on trial. I can hear the bass line shaking.
You betta be making, an ogg file, for sure no mistaking.
My place is taken

molecular, he might be small, but his rhymes aint micro
cuz like pros, he spits his good shit on the right posts
but i might know, why hes on a lyrical streak
cuz hes got a mind that hes willin to speak
only ill, never weak, like 2pac made to spit in his prime
with his criminal rhymes, he'd only have to live in his time

This man speaks "de3p"..not easily beat/
He eats the strong...and spits up the weak/
He rips-n-kills...cause his rhymes are whip-n-still/
And dont fuck with him..cause hes sick-n-ill/
he will rip ya apart...like you were for his dinner/
You battle him...you wont come out as the winner/

willibob,more like fire hob not cheddar bob/
he hits so hard his lines make ya sob/
but he aint an S.O.B as ya can see/
he amounts to perfection,lyrically/
so to slow descention i give a mention/
of an ill rapper that'l get all attention/

bbbbbllllllllaaaaahhhhhhh that was really shit..............jus so tired

He spits-ill..cause his rips-kill..he doesnt play-a-around/
Fuck with him he will put a bullet in ya..so ya lay-n-down/
His rhymes hit hard...and they...never miss/
He leaves ya knocked out..with just one diss/
And his flow will...wash you...right away/
Watch what ya say...cause he will merk ya today/

awww cmon keep it goin masta C
gotta keep this shit goin fasta B'
this doods comes up wit a mastapiece
fasta than i rap to these, his rhymes r power
i give propz to him late, cuz nines the hour
when he's around, theres no time for cowards

this man-spits..cause he can land-hits..
he doesnt play..cause he can tan-this...
Hes from Cali..so hits rhymes are hot...
You wanna step up?..he'll leave ya to rot..
hes swinging..and bringing...all hes got..
Thats why hes going..straight to the top..