SOL SEASON CHAMP MATCH: Jabari Black vs Resin M-I-C - RESIN WINS

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Jabari Black

Originally Posted by Jabari Black

This the End of the Road. I’m letting the four sing like Boys II Men/
Or a K to ya ribcage...‘I gotta stick by ya side’ like a loyal friend/

Originally Posted by Resin M-I-C...against Jabari Black

Ay I got 2 blades for ya.. like a relationship it’s gonna be a bitch for this guy..
cuz the old knife gonna make u need Closure.. while the new knife will always stick by ya side.

My whole squad lightin cowards. 30 in the clip when we fire ours/
I gotta ladder, boy - think power chords...this extension’ll lead you to a high power/
Welcome back Res! Ya return was a big hit. U’ll needa longer break when ya wig split/
Cus now it’s game over! Soon as the ‘40 points down’, he ain’t coming back from this shit/
Inf said I’m hungrier, but u winnin? That’s silly to me. For that I’ll get the semi to speak/
This 9’ll restore ya faith in humanity...cus I’m hungrier, but Steel gone give you plenty to eat/
Ya gun bars all lies - cappin. You ain’t been in the streets 9 clappin/
I really live this gun talk...Everything I’m ‘saiyan get acted out’ - DBZ live action/
Nigga we all strapped! Either fall back or I’m lickin the 380/
Even my bitch carrying...tummy to the side of ya face...let you listen to the baby/
U battled me with my style. Even flipped my bar - that’s shit was wack and desperate/
You shadow boxing...them punches ain’t landing, we just see Black reflection/
You known to pull some lame shit. All these years and you ain’t changed, bitch/
Like how you tried to convince us you was Black...and now you doing the same shit/
Ya tough talk? Stoppin’s ya best move. Flap ya gums n the choppa gon stretch you/
So watch ya mouth! Let the wrong word slip and the autocorrect you/
I’ll be all in ya crib tweakin. 30 in a banana clip squeezing/
Or the pump’ll have this bitch sleepin. Bucket under ya roof...now ya shit leakin’/
One strap - nah....I had to double that to get this bitch sprayed quicka/
2 9s to his side...Adam and eve....I’m taking a rib soon as I see a bitchmade, nigga/
Catch you at a red light! You’ll see it smoking out the whip like the shit stalled/
With metal rounds bouncin off ya bumper...but this machine ain’t for pinball/
Transport you to the spiritual, son. Get ya mind steel when I’m killing you, bum/
Wit a silencer! That piece and quiet gon put you in a different state...the critical one/



Resin M-I-C

Originally Posted by Jabari Black

Catch him slipping at a red light! Soon as I creep up this wimp fucked/
Revolver lift up...you’ll see a barrel spinning in traffic like a cement truck/

Originally Posted by Amen

B's was kind of a reach. The barrel doesn't spin on a revolver. The cylinder does.

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Aiyyo
You spin & fuck up URL concepts. You & ur weak clique resort to lies..
yeah his ideas are concrete.. & it has someone else’s hand in it before it dries.
In here it’s gutter rules.. bars got called out & he did a stutter move..
repetitive fuck.. you’re stuck on those Rings while i come off butter smooth.
I’m cookinnn: and the gore may kill em before I let the 4 spray..
puttin lead to this kid’s head.. u’d think i just marked his height on the doorway.
You were my 1st battle in yearss.. yet u the one that blundered dude..
gave u a such a welcome mat look.. shiittt i just hid my spare key up under you.
u holdin the gauge? pleeasse, u the top panhandler & that order remains..
quit the bucket noise.. if this bum drummin it’s just on street corners for change.
I’m over ur game.. pussssy, i easily surpass this newbie’s talent..
You a bitch at heart. It’s stated across ur chest like a beauty pageant.
I’m killin u and ur ugly ass chick.. now watch the plastic spark..
it’s a tragic start.. when u see a round fly in ur honey like jurassic park.
when i show the swing.. teeth poppin everywherrree: the rows will spring..
big uppercut. watch as a ‘crown leaves’ ur head like a roman king.
Aint no numbing it now.. step to me & u’ll be coming with doubt..
it’s mr perfect.. u’ll need a towel when i smack ya fuckn gums out ur mouth.
Jab’s a reported faker.. rhyme vs rhyme what I record is greater..
my lines Jump Off.. urs? barely legible & got talked down by negotiators.
The whole team with Louisvilles.. They gonna smack u & vex it..
we crackin ur sets in.. & u aint seein nothin but bats: that’s a dracula exit.
U got bullied here.. ur defense will be that ur gun lines arent whack..
yeahh the stick longgg.. it took u foreva to realize u had a kick me sign on ur back.
Mahfucka.
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