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WHO EVER WAS THE SO CALLED MAN IN THIS SECTION, MOVE OVER NEW NIGGA IN TOWN

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QuietTruth:
^ Appercaite it, drop that shit my dude.

K.Dub:
Fire!

Nat Turner-reincarnated:

--- Quote from: QuietTruth on January 09, 2008, 05:14:13 PM ---Shitt, my fault homie.

More 'rappers' in the industry than candy factories
So if you so original why you chasing after me
A man can only die once, I thought you was dead
You reincarnated, I know, now I'ma half to kill ya again??
Your sonnets like Ebonics they hard to comprehend
Thought u was a leader, why u following the trends
Skills I got, fuck the money for a second
He want a keystyle, so I'ma have to get real hectic
A good beginning is half the battle, so my shit the best thru
You fuckin' wit the wrong nigga with the real, real truth
Why I'm wasting my time wit a big head, somebody deck me
This nigga walk around full of myself, but homie just empty
Spreadin' this black shit, preachin' pretending he some kind of brotha
He best recognize I'm coming full force, sword in one hand, Bible in the other
You got some competition, he a black boy but the KKK ain't bitchin'
Hangin' yourself on this one cuz fuckin' wit my rhymes is like fuckin' wit lynches
I'm a crazy cat nigga, why you callin' my name out??
Don't ya ass know he who rides on a tiger can never dismount
Don't talk about bars nigga, you don't even drink liquor
This nigga ain't moving somebody gimme the orange sticker

--- End quote ---

Im a savage when im on the mic/
you beating me aint happenin', like the thought of kids between two dykes/
im raw like eddie murphy on stage aight/
I can go back in time and be ya pops, im that nice/
Could go easy on you, for the right price/
Lyrically destroy your whole crew, then dip in my car, thats what I call a musical drive by/
If my hands got blown off, they get replaced with two mics/
That way, I can battle everybody at once, if they like/
When im flowin dont discriminate, all shades can get it, thats what I call equal opportunity/
Your far from the 'Truth', so you not foolin me/
You can get ripped in half like dame dash n jay z/
I swear when im sleepin , over my head, you can see lyrics instead of sheeps/
My living room wall got mounted heads of emcees/
I can rearrange your lyrics, now you hot like me/
I stomp on niggaz faces like kain in menace to society/
When im finished wit you, they'll say he was a nice man what a tragedyy/
                                 
                       
                                                               -NOTHING THE GOD CAN'T SOLVE

QuietTruth:
I 'assualt' forget about the pepper
So I'm bout to put you on the spot like a leopard
You don't got no skills becuz u sound like a 'today'
And a rapper from this era wack an thats somethang u will say
You got no direction in rhymes somebody hand this nigga a map
I'll put him on and teach him how to rap
Nigga's nuthin but a flower petal on the floor
I'm THE flower, the rose with the thorns
Homie you ain't touchin' me, wit ur broken spirits
You ain't nice, you like a jamaican salon, you dreading my lyrics
This nigga ain't nasty, unless you talkin' about his smell
Nigga lost two paragraphs ago, as u can tell
Yo just put back on your Headdress and leave this alone
You ahead of a mess becuz I just got in the zone
Responding back to life is good but not in this situation
Cuz I'll fuckin' kill you AGAIN without hesitation
You backwards, no God, u a Dog and I'm burnin you man
U not gettin' Nat, u versing my rhymes so u gettin a Tan
I don't love homicide but my lyrics is like pullin' out a burner
So this battle is over becuz I just ended it with murder

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