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Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,870
Battle Record: 4-3
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02-17-2002
Planet87 (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=8559) If this kid is Tyson,I'm Ali-hit em wit a lyrical "cross"/ If you wanteda battle you caught it,cauhgt it like you Randy Moss/ Hahahahaha! that sucked. Round 1: Throwin 'punches" like I'm Holyfield-show Tyson the "real deal"/ Dont "bite" son-that amateur type shit doesnt appeal/ Keep you on the "ropes"-leave you "hangin" like an "ornament"/ Lyrical extortionist-eliminate you from the tournament/ Round 2: Tyson-You call that skill? My thoughts will leave you paralyzed/ Dont be surprised-your loss was prophesized plus your lines are memorized/ Domination with slight complexity-next to me you cant amount/ Planet 87 has won-Tyson is "down for the count!"/ Round 3: Crushin Tyson wit blows-come harder than brass-knuckles/ If you were laughing before-these will be you last-chuckles/ the way I brought this vet to his knees-my respect is guaranteed/ This rapscallion felt like battlin and caught a case of humility/ Round 4: Tyson,kiss your title goodbye- I incapacitate "Dark Knights"/ Been meaning to ask you this question-"Are you a fucin hermaphrodite?"/ Your rhymes are gay,your style is whack and you probably wont even post/ Heard you and your mamma did it-did you hit it from "coast to coast?"......Well,so did I!! tyson (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=95) Planet87 vs. Tyson Massive Minds? We'll Smash ya Rhymes, Vets Get Ripped, We Bash ya Lines... In New York - Your Body's Catchin' Knicks, and I ain't Even Passin' Dimes... battle verse a nobody, build ya rep with legos then wreck it down.. This kid was never herd uv... until sun rays started effectin' cows... (heard of) fucc'a'step ahead of you, I'm a hole flight, like second floors in AA kids... My styles SICK, I don't know whats 'grocer', my rhymes or if SafeWay is... (grosser) Your nothing but a small dickryder, like thermometers, it ain't fair-in-height... attached head to dick, what a fruit... no wonder they call you a pear-a-site... fucc this... Planet Eighty Seven, I'll make this man just lay in heaven... a loser that serf the net, like the grandest wave and peasants... lmfao.. umm... This guys eyes get sewed... whenever you step to Tyson's Flows... your dead, police looking for a 'caws', they should start with the Cries of Crows... (cause) ...whatever. |
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