vs. Uneek
12-29-2002
first EVER battle on b-boys yo!
if u are what u eat, everyone’s uneek.. dont be proud of that shit;
cuz I got this battle hands down, just like the crowd when u spit...
ur Uneek, dicks like to get beat; but dis pussy’s got me to kill..
why do u rap.. I’m sicker than Hitler and can Nazi your skill!
Now for the hot-seat, u ill? Well ur poetry really drops jaws..
everyone claps at ur ass; til they use a whole round of applause;
It’s the sound of a loss, the smell of defeat; all 5 senses tossed;
like Jesus u dont wanna cross; I’ll leave ya redder than Pentecost.
Ur whole cause is lost; I clock kids that front, watch ya back..
Uneek can’t tackle this quarterback; fags only close to the sack;
Those are the facts.. I’ll kick ur ass like its being fed this shoe...
I really had a Uneek problem today.. now he’s just a dead issue..
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