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I'm the Reason (why I-Bo needs to retire)
:.Da6shoota.::
So U want to battle me...hahahahahaaaaa :-X
...U know U done fucked up, right? :'(
U must of lost your witts, tryin to challenge the 6/I'll cross U up in the mix & make ya crew jump ship
knock the chip off ya shoulder--walk in ya face & spit/I-Bo go back into retirement cuz U need quit
U're startin shit U can't handle with a lyrical vandal/I'll burn U & ya wick-wack crew like trick candels
Get ya weapons & ya ammo cuz it's time for war/use ya body to mop the floor--I put in work like chores
rhymes begin sweatin out my pores when I get hot/& like heat seekin missiles my words'll blow up ya spot
Dawg, I'll smoke U like pot--roll U up in a blunt/& put the flame to ya ass & hit U hard from the front
U don't really want no funk with the master of the flex/the KING of the text who shoots game like a Tek
U'll get wrecked like a car by a hit-&-run suspect/U're supposed to have skillz, but I haven't seen none yet
What the heck or what the hell--it's all the same.../with a style so lame U should be a shame of ya name
"Hi hoe"--that's what I say when emcees act gay/I-Bo'll get that ass bashed if he strolls this way
So what U say--still wanna feel the spray from my AK/I'm puttin my foot down, kickin game like Paylay
U'll get mobbed like a melay & beat like a baybay/when I give it to ya ass like cash on a payday
...& I'm just gettin started :o
Maestro Minded:
--- Quote ---So U want to battle me...hahahahahaaaaa :-X
...U know U done fucked up, right? :'(
U must of lost your witts, tryin to challenge the 6/I'll cross U up in the mix & make ya crew jump ship
knock the chip off ya shoulder--walk in ya face & spit/I-Bo go back into retirement cuz U need quit
U're startin shit U can't handle with a lyrical vandal/I'll burn U & ya wick-wack crew like trick candels
Get ya weapons & ya ammo cuz it's time for war/use ya body to mop the floor--I put in work like chores
rhymes begin sweatin out my pores when I get hot/& like heat seekin missiles my words'll blow up ya spot
Dawg, I'll smoke U like pot--roll U up in a blunt/& put the flame to ya ass & hit U hard from the front
U don't really want no funk with the master of the flex/the KING of the text who shoots game like a Tek
U'll get wrecked like a car by a hit-&-run suspect/U're supposed to have skillz, but I haven't seen none yet
What the heck or what the hell--it's all the same.../with a style so lame U should be a shame of ya name
"Hi hoe"--that's what I say when emcees act gay/I-Bo'll get that ass bashed if he strolls this way
So what U say--still wanna feel the spray from my AK/I'm puttin my foot down, kickin game like Paylay
U'll get mobbed like a melay & beat like a baybay/when I give it to ya ass like cash on a payday
...& I'm just gettin started :o
--- End quote ---
is that your official rhyme against me?
:.Da6shoota.::
Naw, that was just a prelude to an ass-whippin for U.
U challenged me, so U kick it off, if U dare!
Maestro Minded:
aight.. ive made a thread... ill probably have a rhyme by today, so make sure you also have...
:.Da6shoota.::
I'll drop my shit when I'm ready ;)
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