SHADOW BOXING FINALS - Murda Sho vs Tic {Murda Sho wins}

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Gunbar king @murda sho faces off against the current NBL champion @Tic. Both have earned there spot in the Finals as the competition in Shadow Boxing was heavy for all involved. Repp to both of these guys for sticking out the tournament and making it a huge success. Without further delay lets get to these bars.



Tic is +2 votes due to sending his verse first




Murda Sho
Im droppin fire soon as I go in, u'll fall to the blast yo
It'd torch ur skin so much Hulk Hogan would call u a Sambo
Speakin of racists if u got ur bros on the block to come get me
The semi'd be spraying more hoes than the cops in the 60's
If ur friends hype for u lets see if they fight for u...
When I paralyze u with the 6 like Drizzy lets see if they write for you!
Scope at his brain, watch him talk till it's stable...
Snipers dont lie they tell the whole truth cause ima put it all on the table
Im with the cool crowd at the bars they'll acknowledge me...
This nigga wouldn't get accepted if he was a heartfelt apology
Ur chick supports u and now u steppin to legends?...
It not fair she sports the "that bar was fuckin hard face" 24/7
Just cut it out, you've really sucked this round...
I mean because of USB won't be remembered like corrupted files
U wont be at an advantage when these bust off fool
Cause u may have the 2 up on me but I got the peace up on you!

Zip Him Up!




Tic
Please respect, you’ll be Gaspin For Air when you meet the tech
Fuck Temperature. My Trigger Finger’ll Empty ya Body of Fluids…that’s a Heat Index
You’ll meet your maker. I’ll have you dead quick for yappin & bitchin
One punch to ya Heart’ll Make Amend w/out sayin the act of contrition
From afar you may look rough, but homie I’m certain ya culo…
On Closer Look, your punches have no Signs of Impact, like the surface of Pluto
This bitch’ll get slain, trust not 1 clip will remain…
When I come through & MTA chamber - It’ll feel like you got hit by a train
Reading ya lines is a Strain, a Mixture of shit that’s never hittin
Nothing Solid ever gets thru..making your verse a Sieve fit for any kitchen
You talk shit like you’re dope, & should be renowned to all & feared?
How....when the balance of Uh Oh’s statement Accounts for your career
Try allllll you want, trust you'll never slay me tho
Step to me & all you'll hear is Shots of Metal Ring Out like Big Baby's roast
After this slaughter you won’t see this Vet Comin Back, I’m shootin this lame
I don’t care that we saw Resurrect from the Dead, you won’t be doin the same