CALLIN OUT "i drop rhymes"

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I drop rhymes/
you couldnt battle me in your lifetime/
so like a star imma shine on this rhyme/
your shit isnt afficiant so you need to check my lyrical spitin/
before you even consider yourself gifted/
and you know where im gettin/
im just lettin thse words for weppins stop opposing enemies that be testin/
and im sick of peeps who there shit is all tight/
the best youll ever be is all right/
narrator out of sight/
so im gonna glide slide ride some day we will collide/
my rhymes you try to bite/
and im bout to finish some shit thats str8 classic/
and i drop rhymes you better not put up any more wack shit


peace

[I drop rhymes]

yet another so called big dawg wanna step up
motha fucka ill slice ya neck up
u think u hot cuz u got like 150 posts
that dont mean shit.. nigga ill burn ya ass like toast
u cant touch me kid.. u a punk from the west coast
everyone knows raps beast in the east
motha fuckas we feast in tha east
leave ya ass deceased in the east
so dont even play
ur girls a cover-up u really gay
an i aint tryin to listen to what u say
now im done fuckn round
imma bout to take this shit underground
check out some real hiphop sound
first imma kill your family an leave u an orphan
u betta go shoppn u gonna need a whole shitload a coffins
i told you.. i lay niggaz heads on corners
take yo bitch an get her hot like a sauna
but she a nasty bitch
tell me to go down but i dont eat ass or clit
so instead i fuckn trashed the trick
gagged the trick
fuckn garbage bagged the trick
that stupid bitch was fuckn sick
u claimn to be intelligent
but that shit u spit its just irrelevant
that wack ass rhymin.. you know imm killn it
i fuck up any motha fucka thats got beef
call me sittn bull cuz in this rap game im the chief
an notice how everyone wants to battle me
shows my skill.. no motha fucka can rattle me
or shake me
cuz the game makes me
an it can brea me
but whatever.. this rhyme is tired
so its time i retire
an leave this shit to expire

peace.. this was kinda wack.. but better shit will come believe me punk

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i drop rhymes dropped off his lable/
this aint a fable but i dont think im gonna be able/
to leave a trail of trails when yall inhale/
my rhyme worthiness/
and silky fresh finess/
battle you leave you all up in this mess/
and thats what happens when you test the big sms/
entertaining/
your rhymes are anything less than that/
call me farm cause i always come phat/
and how ya like that/
i beat rap cats over the head with a baseball bat just for talking trash/
and you say im a big dawg cause i got 150/
but ya still wanna fuck with me/
lets take this shit locally/
how real rap battling supposed to be/
if you trully are a mc/
LETS DO THIS VOCALLY!/

peace

[I drop rhymes]

id love to let em all hear my flow
but i dont got the equipment yo