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QuietTruth Vs Lyrical-Poet

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QuietTruth:
I'll take somebody, whoever wanna??

Lyrical-Poet:
ok i'll go set it up

QuietTruth:
No rules, just do you, the only thang, 1st to 3 votes wins? Which will prolly be the max anyways.

QuietTruth:
U can tell urself you spit fire, but chur a liar, and there's proof -
Cuz you at a war with 'Truth'
I'm like at the highest level in this rap and u at the lowest
I'm finna tear out ur lyrical side and only leave u a poet
I feel the weakness comin' in this thread, rite at the 2nd post
Like cup of wine at a celebration, you about to get toast
Nigga you scared of me?, well you better be
Becuz I'll come after 'U' like the letter 'V'
This shit is too easy nigga, I should be gettin checks
For rippin' your heart out at battle and still gettin respect
You should not even spit back, becuz I'll find that insolent
Plus you already got an L and there ain't no fixin' it
Homie, rappin' ain't ur nitch and I'm not tryin' to be mean
Like the balls ur supposed to have in ur denim, its not in ur 'genes'
Just accept it nigga, you won't win, I get these victories in a snap
And I got this battle in a burrito becuz this shit is a wrap

Lyrical-Poet:
I'll send this guy Truth sky high
Cross the line, Your doomed to die
Sit back relax, while I bring forth a full attack
The great thing is I don't have to kill U in 20 Bars Max
After 2 of these bars You barely last
Your the first to go in this game, You ain't up 2 the task
Ayo this gonna' tear you a new asshole like a convict or exlax
chillax homie, after I win ill assure u a rematch
You nothing but a fan, and u should stay that way
unless u wants this lyricist to blow your ass away
it ain't even a wonder ur mother tried to fucking desert you,
I'm too good to battle u I don't even deserve you,
and you never seen an emcee search for the guns,
This faggots more pussy den a church full-a nuns,
I don't need beats or a fucking guitar,
because I fucked up all ur lines in a couple of bars,
This guys more generic than a anorexic celebrity
Someone famous and respected, someone you'll never be
I walk over your style like the Beatles on abbey road
your a diamond in the dirt no one wants to know.
you better hit me hard like I'm being bombarded by terrorists
or ill be hysterical laughing asking "YOU CALL THIS A LYRICIST
so battling me dude I hope u ready to die
Cuz my bullets like airplane pilots they ready to fly

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