Author Topic: Calling out Illicit  (Read 170 times)

Pillow

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Calling out Illicit
« on: July 30, 2002, 08:52:25 PM »
yo sup dog. i dont think i have battled u yet so i might as well take a crack at it. no beef just spittin.....if u except then the rules are

1.) first to 5 votes wins 3-0 = K-O
2.) verses do back next day after u except
peace.......

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'Illicit'

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Re: Calling out Illicit
« Reply #1 on: August 01, 2002, 06:58:43 AM »
yeh I'll accept but I might not make it until tomorrow. but I'll try if not I'll holla and ask for a one day extension homie. if you agree to that, I'm in.

peace
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Pillow

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Re: Calling out Illicit
« Reply #2 on: August 01, 2002, 08:24:26 AM »
all good with me homie.......
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Pillow

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Re: Calling out Illicit
« Reply #3 on: August 01, 2002, 09:17:35 AM »
iight here go my shit....check it........

Yo illicit....
You’ll take to shots ta my dome and still miss it//
I have never battled ya before, but its still to easy, just a bore//
Cause my Lyrics damage ya spirit, causing you an outta body experience//
Seeing the white light//
Cause when my mic stike, it'll be launching alphabetically objects, to ya retina, to adjust ya eye sight//
I might get serious, naaa, you just embarrassing ya self with those lyrics, you not offending me//
Running over ya brain on the sidewalk, so I guess I just jogged ya memory//
Battling, you'll get left like a VHS tape, wit 2 holes in ya abdomen//
From javelins, you staggering and babbling, while your effusively asking what's happening//
Head spinning like the Earth's axis, this jackal, leaving you backless, wit my axle, remarkably baffled//
By the way ya skeleton unravel//
And skid across the gravel, when you tried to battle this taradactal//
No one will track you, surrounded by roman candles and flannel, standing on a panel//
I begin to scramble like Randle//
Across ya carcass and increase my handle, to dismantle this mammal//
I channel demons, to discrete ya speech for weeks, with a technique, that'll leave you deceased//
Blood leaks when I speak//
Splitting ya beak, ripping ya mental capital, so there's no choice to compete//
Drown you in bleach//
And pocket ya teeth//
Now you outta reach, buried in dirt//
Like a contract on ya dick, as soon as you get Hard at work, that's when you'll get jerked//
My punches be coming wit double impact, so when they connect you see 2//
I'm bout to defeat you//
When I beat you//
I'm the wrong one to speak too//
Especially at tha album release party, ya record label, released you//
Dogg you might as well leave WCC now, cause no one here even needs you//

peace........

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