CAMPAIGN vs Planet87

[trap.]

02-16-2002

Planet87 spits:

Yo,
Kickin it straight off the head, step to this and get verbalized/
On Sunday I battle Tyson, so I consider you an exercise/
I'll besmirch your reputation-lyrically I deficate you/
CAMPAIGN is no competition,I could take his whole crew/
I "CAMP" out where your crew rests-tactics of a renegade/
Feel the "PAIGN"(pain) as I'was fuckin your mohter-oh!!what head she gave!/
Seen your verses before,you got nothing to impress me/
You should stick to dicrydin-you couldnt beat me at your best "C"/
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C.A.M.P.A.I.G.N spits:

Planet87 gets ripped in 5...4....3.....2....1....

My lyrical 'deliveration'~put you into 'hibernation', so take "note"/
It's 'clear'~the only reason your 'here', like "Wonderbra's" to "push-up for my "votes"/
Practice, why? What do I need ta be "hotter-for"?/
Planet makes no "cents" (sense) like bums begging at "dollar-stores"/
Lost an trapped, expect to get wrecked an 'split' wit extra "hits"/
This verse is like my chances in a hearing impaired battle, i "deaf-in-it"/
Planet's 'queer'~'career' is folding, next in aim will be at your "health"/
And like dislexic patients, you still can't seem make a name for "yourself"
Your skull is mine to light, sickness? Planet you never "had it"/
But the bars I'm droppin' are doper than bones of born heroin"addicts"/
No more 'name' recognition, its 'plain', Planet your framed text is "missin"/
I’ll rip ya, get in touch with your inner self, with the same chest "incision"/
Planet87 gets slayed, cause my flows are consistent and sent "quick"/
Your (weak) spit comes out with a shake like saliva from "epileptics"/