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Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,870
Battle Record: 4-3
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01-24-2002
Ice rulez they aint no rulez cept, first to 5 wins ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Why is it that you must test me, My words hit like Ray Lewis, and fracture your spleen Plain-n-simple, i'm the illest ever seen A single light beam, would burn you right through Just image the damage that I'm gonna do I burn mics like torches in the ancient pyramids of Gaza You burn like burned out light bulbs in the plaza I come hot as slasa, and no matter what team, i'm a make the roster Your raps sound a little like Kriss-Kross's You come as hard as "mild hot sauces" I swing swords that can chop the most lethal MCs But you're not there, your as annoying as the worst "Dick-Tease" Please, Your like fleas with flies, you can't fuck with these More supreme lyrical talents, valient warriors crumble once i strike I slash, and tear like guilitine's when i'm on the mic It's like i stuck a stick in the wheel of you bike It's gruesome cuz I fractured you skull On the battle field, I Conquer like Kull Too bad, grover, i see your eyes start to get swolle Here's a bowl of my knowledge, drink until your stomache's full Cuz, it's obvious that you desperately need a hand I stand tall, like the Shinx at the MGM Grand And cause unexpected use of back-up plans Sorry, Ice, but you just got blown away like fans...... Black Ice (http://www.******.com/forums/vault/member.php?u=1389) Polish the steel for a freak who chooses to frolic with skills You still learnin’ game~Ice programs a fate to demolish ya will Whip appeal to ya soft style you a baby-faced child Deficatin’ in briefs but the shit’ll cease when my temper is reconciled With the warrior heart~the ultimate rippin’ ya ass apart To run ya crack to the back of ya head for stinkin’ thoughts In the fog of war, ya bars are out dated like commodores No Atari logic for a Pentium prophet who’s ram-ming to score Lyrical bursts~Rip the legs out from under this fake Jevon Kearse Shit on Learch ~Flex pituitary on this half-wit and await ya rebirth Cryogenics to avoid my menace where escape is narrowed to one digit percentage Is evidenced in my attempts~Swingin’ harder to win the pennant~ Yes, cruelty is intended when my patent’s pendin’ the last inning I round bases in ya stasis~Got more night lines than Peter Jennings You still beginning, Freak, it’s a shame you met ya end so soon Acquainted with gloom felt my presence when I walked in ya room Scuff my shoes on the vertebrae of this buffoon~internal collapse Perhaps you should’ve raised the white flag before challengin’ Black My verses are brick houses~Stacked with enough force to douse ya little spark Impart overflow til I break ya damn spirit and soul apart As after thought, prepare for existence without flesh Alter the best in battle like unhealed scars that usher death Grope in the dark~unaware that cold fission is about to start With Ice at the helm~Reducin’ freak mutants to pillars of salt |
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