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trap. · 01-28-2013, 03:07 PM

02-17-2002

T Flow (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=8011)

Ayo, my lyrical "Campaign" dominates all the trained irate emcees//
my spits shards of ice cut you down hits hard, not nice messin wit~me's//
then switch to the fire spittin hotness and tire of spotless bout's wit newbies//
get off my dic you ride crazy, slow, then quick, worse then my Dicrydin groupies//
leave you dead like the rest from a spit "Flow" through the chest wit finesse like the "breeze"//
the only way you could win a "Campaign" is if you had jeb bush givin florida's ease//
have a few votes "lost" overseas, dirty ass tricks, wouldn't surprise me or Al G.//
you winnin? it aint meant~to~be, i think you better lose peacefully and take a seat//
you got "George Bush" vocab, so dumb it makes me look like a prodigy//
wouldn't want to rip yo ass up and throw you out like some rancid challenger meat//
hittin back with an equal attack ta turn down my heat, cuz i've just blazed yo track wit spits of 106 degrees//
hey kid, not you, that pile of ashes in the corner where i blasted, its over... you been outlasted, pz....//

C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=7733)

Left standin' naked - fuck a wardrobe, i got T Flow "wearing-a-frown"/
My placed 'precarious-nouns', makes ****** his "burial-ground"/
Rip you worse then recycled wrapping paper, just for "starin-me-down'/
Torch T-Flow's 'entire mic', flames disperse when 'CAMPAIGN "writes"'/
Tryin to feed your ego yet dodgin blows when hunger "strikes"/
I drop knowledge the way I flow, like the hour glass of "times"/
Fracture spines, of scholars who cowar "masterminds"/
Crushing his scripts, puncturing his ribs while i'm burning this "felon"/
I could serve this bitch, more times than he sent applications for "REBELLION"/
T Flow it's obvious, your fake 'and-i-said-it', infact, your "rappin-rather-pathethic"/
For dat, I'll leave both of ya fuckin 'chins-checked' like "japanese-credit"/
I cause 'disasters', the 'master' drivin' tires over your face till your more "black"
Jerkin' off in footprints, is the only time T Flow can "bust-on-a-track"/
Your 'nothin-but-wack', there fore im "entitled-to-eat-you"/
Tell your crew to call you 'No Flow', after the "rifle-i-feed-you"/
Still caught in my lyrical crossfire, yet I still don't need this sight of a "sniper-to-see-you"/
This battle is over, done, finished, my stage for round 2 is "set"/
Cause T Flow's disses were like under budget exercise videos, nothin' to "sweat"/

01-28-2013, 03:07 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,870 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Flow vs C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N. 02-17-2002 T Flow (http://www.****.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=8011) Ayo, my lyrical "Campaign" dominates all the trained irate emcees// my spits shards of ice cut you down hits hard, not nice messin wit~me's// then switch to the fire spittin hotness and tire of spotless bout's wit newbies// get off my dic you ride crazy, slow, then quick, worse then my Dicrydin groupies// leave you dead like the rest from a spit "Flow" through the chest wit finesse like the "breeze"// the only way you could win a "Campaign" is if you had jeb bush givin florida's ease// have a few votes "lost" overseas, dirty ass tricks, wouldn't surprise me or Al G.// you winnin? it aint meant~to~be, i think you better lose peacefully and take a seat// you got "George Bush" vocab, so dumb it makes me look like a prodigy// wouldn't want to rip yo ass up and throw you out like some rancid challenger meat// hittin back with an equal attack ta turn down my heat, cuz i've just blazed yo track wit spits of 106 degrees// hey kid, not you, that pile of ashes in the corner where i blasted, its over... you been outlasted, pz....// C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N (http://www.**.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=7733) Left standin' naked - fuck a wardrobe, i got T Flow "wearing-a-frown"/ My placed 'precarious-nouns', makes **** his "burial-ground"/ Rip you worse then recycled wrapping paper, just for "starin-me-down'/ Torch T-Flow's 'entire mic', flames disperse when 'CAMPAIGN "writes"'/ Tryin to feed your ego yet dodgin blows when hunger "strikes"/ I drop knowledge the way I flow, like the hour glass of "times"/ Fracture spines, of scholars who cowar "masterminds"/ Crushing his scripts, puncturing his ribs while i'm burning this "felon"/ I could serve this bitch, more times than he sent applications for "REBELLION"/ T Flow it's obvious, your fake 'and-i-said-it', infact, your "rappin-rather-pathethic"/ For dat, I'll leave both of ya fuckin 'chins-checked' like "japanese-credit"/ I cause 'disasters', the 'master' drivin' tires over your face till your more "black" Jerkin' off in footprints, is the only time T Flow can "bust-on-a-track"/ Your 'nothin-but-wack', there fore im "entitled-to-eat-you"/ Tell your crew to call you 'No Flow', after the "rifle-i-feed-you"/ Still caught in my lyrical crossfire, yet I still don't need this sight of a "sniper-to-see-you"/ This battle is over, done, finished, my stage for round 2 is "set"/ Cause T Flow's disses were like under budget exercise videos, nothin' to "sweat"/