Grab the Mic and Spit

[Koncept]

 LOOKING FOR BATTLE

Three  hundred and sixty degrees to my style/
I spit dissease like west nile/
resistance is futile with this voodoo chile/
fittin' the crimanal profile, reson for probable cause/
leaving you in unstopable pause with my titanium claws/
a la Freddy Kruger, more dangerous then a luger or sharp shooter/
Koncept, computer mainframe intruder erasing your exsitance/
my lyrical persistence brings distence between me and wack MCs/
beleave me, i be one of the best to grace West C C/
the world is full of Koncept wannabes, but only one me/
true dat, who dat cat with insane word play/
insane every day with the lyrical blade/
turn your toung to a darker shade/
of red when your dead with three fourths of a head/
growing up i was fed with the idea it's all about bread/
the money green, i'm a feen for the dough/
so i sold dro and tryed to grow/
you know, the get rich quick shit/
now it's about the grab the mic and spit shit/
i make vets in the game quit, so i know you ain't shit/

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[@Ss@sSiN]

@ss@Ssin- Koncept
REp the clique sun, takn' over

[Suspect]

Yo the only thing you grabbin is assassin's dick// you wak muthafuckas gettin blasted quick// when you grew up you wasn't fed you was eatin// now wit only two bars already your beaten// into verbal submission// lay down your tracs you better watch who you dissin'// I'm Suspect bitch leave your ass beatin// when they find your corpse your body still bleedin// i move wit a quickness that striken terror// into the hearts of Koncept and this wanna be player.........

Fuck you...............and fuck your mother

[Pillow]

^^ why fuck his mother? u dont even know her

[Koncept]

sucspect, i posted a battle
reply if you can

[Primo]

I think u should change you name Suspect..I have held it for a while..Peace

[@Ss@sSiN]

for real suspect, and you biting my style, dood theres no room in the W-C-C for wak emmceez like you, peace