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The Unofficial Elite vs. Melanin Deficient battle thread....

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Now_Im_Not_Banned:
I bet no one even gets my verse...LOL.

ZILLA THA GOODFELLA:
man you fuckin wit a san francisco giant, a lyrical bryant
sippin henny rhymin on a sidekick from the hyatt
cats speak non-sense, so I'mma condense by switchin to offense
compress em down, have em scream like they in a concert
like I give a fuck about ure verse to even try to understand it
I'd expand that ass then disband it, single-handed
just like a puppet, the disturbing part is that you love it
this is my lil warning sonnet, shit bout to get ugly like vomit
It's a common thing for jews to say the darndest things
my defiant sting would dis-mantle ure compliant wing
so drink ya redbull and do what you do to get back in gear
cuzz the termination of ure keystyle career is very much near
that's what you get for fuckin with a pioneer, you fuckin queer
I'm severe, never sincere, come January... tha 7th is here.... MY YEAR!

Now_Im_Not_Banned:
I can rhyme blazed out my mind and I'll take out ya rhymes
You a hog in a religion where bacons a crime
But you ain't...
Try to be hard but you can't
I can come simple or complex, from the perimeter or the paint
Step to the plate 'n get what awaits
leavin you more useless than the sets that you claim
Now you wonderin' in what way I can be associated with a deficiancy
I lack remorse as I torch melaninly confused unfitting "g's" 8)

QuietTruth:
MD showing it off, Elite suckin' it in
We blowin your rhymes away like a lyrical wind
Ya'll can't compare to our skills, we unmatched
Niggas 'doll up' they raps like 'Cabage Patch'
My flow is 'crap' cuz it be 'shittin' on you'
Admit ya'll suck so we can be thru wit you
Elite ain't on my level, I'm on top wit ease
I'm like a 'blood' to these niggas cuz ya'll can't 'c' me


4 bars and I kill 'em, it ain't even right
Spit my shit in my brain and go back and type
These niggas wack why you gotta go home to write?
Ya'll got 'black mailing' down, so ya'll must be white
They hip hop illiterate, they wouldn't know what to do wit a mic
Tell 'em to spit an' they'll spat at you and wonder why ya'll wanna fight
When you tell these cats they rhymes is nice they switch an' try to be bad
You gotta tell 'em they lyrics sound like 'beating dicks' so they'll understand 'they wack'

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