wen it comes to i can spit first
drop a verse that can hurt the worse
i spit this n i spit that
kid i no for a fact u dont listen to rap
so quit actin hard n take off ur cap
u a *insert derogatory term for homosexuals here* cuz like u play wid lil boys n listen to tha backstreet boys
last week i caught u takin it up tha ass in tha BACK-STREET-WITH-BOYZ
lyical deploy *bad word here* make sum noise
Cruel Logic
eyo im not ur soul, u cant sell me for gold,
even the devil told me that my heart is cold,
even the gods tell me that my smart is bold,
*bad word here* ur first level, ur bars are old
heard em first grade, wen da beatles were known,
i speak evil, my words decieve u,
turning things around, like not even ghosts believe u
years have past, not even ur parents have seen u
bac street all day blood and crips,
have feens rape and leave u
till ur blood will drip
i dunt even need eyes to see u,
cuz u nuthin but a whispers mist
bust em clips, na cuz u aint even worth the trip thats it
Dah_jOkA
u wana hear magic? // mang mah words are automatic n charasmatic // i'll roll u like a cheap blunt and smoke u like a tree // give up mang there aint no way u beatin me //
bust tha flow n let me spit tha worse // weak bars? weak verse? mang yo shit so wack cuz u tha kid micheal jackson touched first // quit actin hard to Dah_jOkA // cuz I no all you bust is dem 50 cent supa soakas // ain't nobody gonna stop my shine // *bad word here* must beh outta ur mind // kid quit acting hardcore // fawk u n yours make way! // im busting through tha door // give it up cuz u aint shit but a kid mang // u aint even rockin tha game man // run quick foh i bust ur lemonade stand // i rhyme a mile a minute cuz i can spit infinite // im lyrically legit cuz i can lyrically spit // wid bars like that son u mite as well quit // walk away son cuz ima finish u quick // almost as a game i'll play u like a gameboy even if u advance //
put mah DS on tha stance // give it up cuz u no u dont got tha chance //
cuz see wen it comes to i can drop rappers wid ease //
take em out like i wes tha motherfawkin sars disease //
claim to wana battle me // but in reality // ur rhymes are wack so i mite as well take u out wid a fatality // cuz im asian // gyea i've stated that // i spit tha hardest wen it comes to rap // u claim to be hard n be straight from tha ghetto // rock timbs n a mach 5 gilletto // but all thats impossible // cuz all u rock is hollister and aeropostal //
Cruel Logic
*bad word here* u aint a joka, yous a joke|
u dun spit fire, i just see smoke|
ur jaws are like pockets, they always broke|
u words are like whores, they always choke|
mike check one 2, mike check one 2|
u gotta check wut u spit, before u speak 2 da cruel|
say one thing stupid, n a fist may slip, right b4 da duel|
a fool may live, but rockin fake ice, is no way to keep itcool
|my men love me, they leave me on da rule|
even bird ass pidgeons love me, but no love, 2 dem stools|
u aint shining nowhere, underground, under da sewers|
and when da *bad word here* go slap u , u go ahead and sue her|
cuz ur game is over, u cant win if ur a loser|
my mind is sharp, so wen i spit, im lyrically a sharpshoota|
im a man, thats part supa, the rest, march troopas
so i dun gotta waste my breathe, watch u right b4 ur death
so i can tell ur mom i was der, right b4 i shoot ya
Dah_jOkA
shit son u cant kall me a liar // cuz i no for a fact i spit fire // i aint gonna waste no time // like you // cuz wen it comes to // i be droppin these rhymes // cuz i put mah life on tha line // pen to paper mang i spit wes on mah mind // u claim to be from tha hood // *bad word here* think dat'll sell records n make u sound good? // get off tha streets cuz u jes a gimmick // dont even try to fawk wid meh cuz u no i would kill it // u jes another wanabe 50 cent // acts hard n cant even afford a bent // fawk tha hood cuz i've been to places where i never have should // im seekin positive change // shit may sound strange // but i be spittin tha truth // n wen it comes 2 i'll be signin record deals wen u still be sleepin in a booth // sick of that shit n all dis crap // im done wid wid tha streets n ive stated that
he signed off before I could finish the battle, hMm i wonder why.......
-edit-
man those swear filters really kill me....haha
i've edited alot of the bad words myself so it would be more cleaner
