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Senior Citizen
Join Date: Aug 1997
Posts: 3,870
Battle Record: 4-3
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vs Tangible
A comp and the drive’s all it takes for ebonics to thrive But spit that shit out loud, n we’ll see how long you survive I gotta laugh at this poser Youre the white cat who buys FUBU but takes it off when black cats come over I launch scuds n bomb slugs, guns rupture your life Oh wait…theres already one wannabe thug too much for this fight I don’t need to spit rounds to embarrass you You landing a deal’s harder than bringin a jumbo jet down with a parachute N how ya mackin that hoe?... that aint a ravishing glow That comes from outeating pigs on that man versus animal show Im fluent in grave danger Awe inspiring to millions of artists, while you’re the fairy muse of a gay painter Don’t lose n display anger, you were certain to fall Taking the brunt of the loss so I could bare the burden to all Succumb to divinity n plunge into misery Youre an afterschool special about mixing guns, drugs n stupidity Kid, Im just flippin stronger stuff While you struggle to do you…cuz you’re fat n your dick aint long enough You dont play with DAT, cuz ya scared to get on And the studio's just that one room apartment you share with ya mom vs MetaSin (2 Rounds) Get ridda this kid, hes ill equipped to numb the ruckus If tourney recycling aint bitch…I don’t know what the fuck is Ok, ill letcha do it, but lets straighten this first… Do you REALLY wanna square up with me on a greatest hits verse? I didn’t think so...best flee before its started Or I’ll leave ya body of work cursin God for bein’ born retarded Top ten?...on my list, you’d barely crack forty I’d even sun you in Spanish, but looks like ya took care of that for me I’m your idol, ya copy, still there ain’t no peer greater You’re all over my old style...HALF as dope...a year later A 15 yr old groupie that wants to claim vet Pressin the issue…this Paperboy cant afford to cop a weight set Ya rockin fake 'n now you’ll havta stomach loss Cats bought into ya shit…then sold it back FOR a fraction of the cost Im immaculate, droppin shells that’ll dump ya off to hell If you aint havin it…I applaud ya mom, she must taught ya well You’re getting mocked in the open Write ya ass off…you'll still never beat the fans once they saw your opponent But…if bein clowned aint an ample deterrent I’ll just post ya upcoming tourney verse against Frac as insurance… I cant figure your style, it aint prayer or voodoo And I know it aint feignin ignorance*that shit's like second nature to you Recycle, bite concepts....thats whats newbies do here You'd HAVE TO, ya seed's 32 times my combined 1 from the last two years... So, no question, Im the best in THIS brawl* Ill force you to bow out*like bendin forward standin next to a wall Stretchin the jaws of insignificant clones Ya need to get off ya high horse*unless ya fuckin ya bitch when shes stoned In PBA ya tried and lost, the jury fucked the verdict You appealed to their stupidity*here in MM, ya verse affirmed it* My work is pure n perfect*I deal in the truth You sport a class ring with pride*from the Heald Institute* This is real sick n ruthless*shit, I JUST sold the sequel You wouldnt be well connected sharing watering holes with people Even fat hoes don't envy this ruckus ill win Cuz in the first rd*my date with destiny's ugly as Sin*HA! Ima bloody ya chin, rush n puff mandible Ya life's story*comes with a cassette and cuddly stuffed animal Sense is wit*n Metasin's a brittle pauper The way my voice carries*Iverson looks like he dribbles proper You wont show or win, in this race of the pedigree And guess what*your still only second best if ya PLACE me in jeopardy Youll never bruise me with ya jargon... Ima litre of the new school like kindergarden milk in futuristic cartons You just lost the street crown Cuz you couldnt handle me*but you sure as hell caught a beat down*. |
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