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Lil D' \\//s. T-cypha
T-CYPHA's Verse in blue
aight
unimited bars..first to 5 wins-3 votes is a knockout
holla...you bout to get ripped quick fag/
with spits that, pack ya down like my nick bags/
I smack you clowns with my dick bad/
im bout ta leave ya skin more red then sinbad's/
this battle for you.... is no fair.... like a stripped cab/
or a model with no hair.... and ha' tits sag/
tha shit~that you talk is what gets a bitch gagged/
in tha broad day light.... or when tha sky's pitch black/
I eat MC's daily.... it's keepin' my shit phat!/
go head an try to serve me.... you'll juss get ya dish cracked/
ya not a fighter your a whiner.... I'll shit on your bit raps/
im comin up the board, ive been climbin tha vine/
you a lyrical McRuff.... you take a bite outta rhymes/
you put tha wack in.... an take tha tyte out of lines/
but tha thing is.... you'll never take tha tyte outta mine/
I got thought's in my brain, that get caught up in pain/
I hopped in tha game, not afraid.... to take shots to tha frame/
you got to be mamed, ima true soldier that'll run ya whole crew over/
battlin me's like puttin tha weight of tha world on ya two shoulders/
that's heavy.... I hope you gotcha gat ready/
cuz you gettin ya raps shredded.... yes my shits that deadly/
i'll even blast caps at a club in a packed setting/
I gotcha pack dredding, cuz you a pussy-u act petty/
im tha type to beat you with naked knuckles/
cuz ya filled with hate you crumble, I see that your fake, and chuckle/
when im done.... you better rhyme son
use ya mind gun, an shoot tha nine once!!............ 'Lil Bitch, you define: PUNK : ....
hold up...im t-cypha-exceptin all challengers'-you couldnt get date-if you was on the front o a calender...
a few more...
im too nice-you spit mcdonald rhymes/you couldnt get a "w" spittin mcdonald signs/
its hot dog-in the kitchen im throwin everything but the kitchen sink/the maord payin ya to "sell out", like nas to murder inc...holla
Lil D's verse in Red
oh my god is this emcee serious?/
t-cypha must be delirious/
to come at me wit whack preschool lines, he gotta elementary mind/
decipher t-cypha and hang his corpse on my clothes line/
warp ya rhymes and spitem back at you/
couldn't run up on me, cuz you couldn't afford shoes/
i seen you bitch, tryin to come hard cuz you cry when you lose/
no man up against me this time/
no man, just a gurl wit no spine/
this is a joke you see/
i'm a pimp this mc hors the streets for me/
his momma, his daddy, go way back in the family tree/
and you'll see red smacks upon all 4 of they cheeks/
fuck the family ova', leave'm in they trailer park wit STDS/
saw me and saw god, made them believe/
keep suckin and fuckin, leave the rap game to me/
poisin this mc/
wit my illness come back and puncture the IV/
i take yo life without a second thought, easily/
split you like microsoft, and like slaves sold you off cheaply/
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will y'a'll please vote on this shit
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yo dis bx rican gon vote, yo mann lil dallas gots my vote cuz he got madd punchlines..i ain't votin lil cuz he my nigga.. juss his verse caught my eye mann.. no beef tho T
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you couldnt get a "w" spittin mcdonald signs/
you fucking idiot a mcdonalds sign is a M
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lol, 1-0, yo I was wonderin bout that McD's thing... care explainin that?
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lol, yea i ment to say "you couldnt get a 'w' FLIPPIN mcdonald signs"..i ment to say flippin, i mad a mistake
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YO IMA GIVE THIS TA LIL-D BECAUSE I WAS FEELIN HIM BETTER THAN T IN THIS BATTLE...LIL-D HAD BETTER PUNCHES AND JUST CAME HARDER..PLUS I WASN'T REALLY FEELIN T'S VERSE THAT MUCH....
VOTE=LIL-D
OUT
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damn, i wish i could edit that shit..fuck..well at least yall know what i ment.lol..one
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