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Battle: MaDnKrAzY vs Propz Da Mic Wrecka
Round: 2
Winner: MaDnKrAzY
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MaDnKrAzY

aight aight....i just wanna say no disrespect in my rhyme....its str8 battle, and for fun.......so now for the feature presentation....

U called PROPS but u lack the knowledge, and if intellect was cheese i'd call u
cottage/
Cause the smell of your ish, this confrontation will spin your mental and incite mine/
My rhyme is directed towards another so-called MIC wrecka, or maybe u'r chords too
short, abort this internet, hit sime up with an e-mail saying u got caught/
MaD, yeah that's my name don't front or distort the situation/ I'll just bust my mind off
the top like precipitation/
That's right i'm hype like mike during masturabation/ But u's impotent with a limp style
its irrelevant but u get dusted like embalming fluid containing/
Make u go psycho and put my name in your flow, and i'll laugh/ Diss me with less-craft
i'll split your computer megs, MIC sex the legs like kfc u'r spitting recips of bit math/
The path taken is chosen from my most, any coast i'm invading, i sit in east gone
through rodzilla like fat bi*hes break toilet seats/
Now the MIC wrecka gets no props from me just mental treats to feast his mind on,
take the element and pass out like breathing a tank a freeon/
I'll never leave but u can call me fly, cause how i deceive your eye its still sticking/ So
sandpaper can't sharpen your edges until i get out the switchblade and carve x's/
Then go on hollywood squares with vengeance, old school flow, i doubt but still u know
u get out this tourny like basta*ds/
Change like madoona with cosmetics/ I leave your rhyme going, not knowing my
stability, u really can't feel cause i see u got anasthetics/
Beating the first cat, pureone aint simple to defeat when blasted/ But back to the
objective, dispose of the MIC's u wreck like ear infections/
Put this in your book of wins, and i'll match u like suspects prints/ Make u lose oxygen,
dealing with propane, my manner will excrete u like bomb shelters and wind/
This was a delight from within, describing my design is ever-lasting and creative when
time gets overplayed, i steb back wreck MIC's and get PROPS any which way/
Bow too seniority like japanese greet, so salutations now kiss my feet ..........peace1luv


NmE(New Millenium Emcees)
SpOkEn ExPeRtIsE
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Propz da Mic Wrecka

well i'm a damaja, check my physical stamina,
when i place my rhymes emcees are surroundin ya,
fake ones decease cause i say what i please,
and some just can't deal wit reality,
i bring death for wannabes like grym reap,
i was placed on the earth to strike down on those who cheat,
in the game, those who goin on for the fame or the papers,
i getchu depressed like the vapours,
you vaporize, when i penalized your felons,
of tellin lies to your fellows, and tryin ta tell us,
you going out for the right fuckin reason,
but chu been slingin bullshit throughout any season, i know you,
so i can tell you, here n' now, word to god,
you ain't ever gon' blow fool,
no matter how mad n' krazy, you may be,
you don't write phat enough lyrics, for record deals,
for real, suckas can't handle this,
brothers who fight back, they so wack they're called vandalists,
but chill brotha, for whut i know, you be a crab undercover,
you might be a rap lover, all i know, right now we battelin,
be my witness, imma win this word to motha,
and if i loose, i'll blow my head of my shoulders,
nah really, i'll come back do it better when my skillz are older,
respect to my worthy opponent, so get it on kid,