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tag team battle- Job and Infinite vs. poet and DND

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TraceOneInfinite:
first team to 3 votes, lets do it

TraceOneInfinite:
Kneel and kiss the muthafuckin ring
fuckin pawns... its time to battle the Islamic Kings
Job, the first black man, origional crator of nations,
And Infinite, the militant, kill your shit, muslimeen...
I'm a political gangsta, so call me the political G
Give me my respect, cause it aint easy being G-easy
I stay mad greezy, like uncle tom's eatin chicken...
I hired job, to bless yall with some revolutionary wisdom,
So now we ride for the same cause, get your jaws busted,
In God we trusted, yo... bust this...

DNS and poet are fake as a federal reserve note
Yall are like paper money, we are black gold like that oil
Ya'll have no hope, like the US since they were sold..
To some foreign jew bankers, ya'll are faker...
..than a politician makin false promises..
So Job, allow me to drop knowledge on these kids
Battlin us, is the stupidest thing y'll ever did,
Cause we are on the brink of greatness like Detroit Red doin a prison bid!

TraceOneInfinite:
my bad.. can we get a mod to move this to the battle forum section

J Bananas:
lol

DND:
yo yo just listen to you spit you black piece of shit thinkin u can rhyme/ur Muslim and I'm Jewish so me and Poet are guna steal this battle from y'all like my people did Palestine/bitch you can fuck me up coz my cuts and bruises will mend/what won't mend is your craving for men that fagget ur battlin with i bet hes ur boyfrend/your a muslim fagget so your guna get it the worst/and you know what it's good you started this battle off coz it shud always be ladies first/Blowing up in the rap game is your mission/buttruth be told you couldn't even blow up if u and ur great-uncle osama were on a suicide bombing mission/in this battle I'm like an abusive parent and ur like my naughty child so im guna visciously spank ya/also u talk about how ur a 'G' but to be honest ur just anutha one of 'em Dubcc gangstas/Time for u to bow down and cower/ur facing some real lyrical power/actually to think about it u were a bit of a 'G' last night when you forgot to take a shower/this battles just begun bt wen me and Poet are finished witchu wer guna make u stop breathing/then I'm guna go to ur house and make ur mom pledge alleigance to my nether reigons/DND I spit Cancerous flows bt then theres y'all two some wanksta muslim homos/u faggets aint beta than us just face it/anyway i think I shud end now coz i kinda don't wanna look like a racist

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