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K.I.N.G.S.<<<vs>>>ELITE (crew Battle)
Miss NWA Whoorider:
you wanna battle Kings in what will be a splatter battle?
you wanna die an ugly death and hear my tail really rattle?
wanna know what it means to make a soljah ruthless?
wanna see how it feels to become toothless?
The 7th is supposed to see shit ahead of time,bet ya didn't see this ryhme/bet you wanna think you can take me on/bet you better run and live another day along/I see Naz T over there a shaking/I know in his pants the shit he's making/I can feel and smell his stink/I know the way this stupid bitch thinks/You are right to want to run/Your right to be scared son/this ain't no game here/you stepped up to the worst dear/You may call me the Queen here/and I think I will call you freeze/cuz my flows make you wanna wheeze/and I will cut you down in battle/your no one for me to hendle/so step up but be careful how you do it/cuz one overstep and it might get you deadlocked to it/then how you gonna get outta this/your crew,they in such a mess,they shoulda never stepped upto this/But thats what you get when you step upto the Kings/Battle,Death and other things..........
R.I.P Elite
Naz-T:
haha ruth. I am in yo crew
TimeLock:
I drop lyrics that "Time Lock", so don't even bother checking ur your Calendars, wrist watches, or Clocks/
cuz lyrically K.I.N.G.S. spit rhymes that put ya mind on Lock/
We virtually undefeatible, wise like Moses, with a Kingly Staff we produce Miracles/
Verbally gifted is da K.I.N.G.S. Staff, u bitches sure u wanna feel da K.I.N.G.S. Wrath/
Due to inactivity, y'all steady on da downward path/
I mean come on, really bitches, do the Math/
it's 4 elite Servants to 10 K.I.N.G.S. men, tell me what y'all really trying to defend/
We da new school kats battling these old school fools, K.I.N.G.S. done killed elite, and left da pigs no clues/
they think they cool, but they rhyme like "4", year olds,.......never bin schooled/*
with brains smaller than their family jewels, girls just get amused, by their old shriveled tools/
yall's skill is lil', not near a kings, even when tripled/
They're short reached but call themselves elite/
compared K.I.N.G.S. rhymes theirs could never be deep/
K.I.N.G.S. text depletes, da whole elite fleet/
like a quite storm, we reap ur heads with death's swift arm/
K.I.N.G.S. write rhymes like elite writes bad checks, cuz we just to expensive for their intellect/
y'all elderly yet y'all still taking baby steps, elite got lost in the huge foot prints K.I.N.I.G.S. rhymes left/
ya'll some dried prunes lyrically lost in Time, but i warp u fools to the present with my rhyme/
K.I.N.G.S. ripped u old Fads in Flash like Macromedia, we lyrically opened and closed this battle like an encyclopedia/
*4 one year olds*
.:TimeLock:. AKA .:Son of Time:.
Maestro Minded:
[WARM-UP]
comparing thiz battlefield to chessboardz, I-BO considerz gamez az "Check-MATE"//
lets set thingz STRAIGHT, farmer mc's RETALIATE when facing WCC-HEAVYWEEIGHT//
suppozed to be KINGS, but still, Elite is facing the worst thinkable STARTLINE//
my personal DESIGNED "four-NINE automatic kalashnikov" makin yall wanna RESIGN// (AK47)
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when we battle, i'll stab your CORPSE, cauzin distasterz like "New-YORK"//
like in Robin Hood, i aint restin before i got Naz-T'z heart on my FORK//
so many fake KINGS I-BO can DISS, i expose my first bars and suckaz DISMISS//
dont need no ASSISTS, my style CONSISTS of an un-metarable terror-KISS//
victime no2, called NoT, you're like "Bone~Thugz", "with~NO~HARMONY", ill have your body ROTT//
you wouldnt be able to have me CAUGHT, even if i was stranded on an eazy target-SPOT//
intented to FORGET about my greatness, but got REMEMBERED and hooked backup from LOGIC//
i smashed his head off, compensated with a meeting with his local NEUROLOGIC
that fool supposed to think "logic", but how come he cant extract "1:ez from 0:ez"// (ONEZ FROM ZEROZ)
i separate KINGS from "ELITO'Z" as simple as "b-actorz" from "DE NIRO'Z"
the diffrence between "Logic'z from I-Bo'z" is like "computer nerdz from ACTION-HEREOZ"//
3 KINGS wasnt enough to master me, so them foolz holla' at TIMELOCK//
he wouldnt be able to gain victory cuz that fools buyed ENRON-STOCKS// **
any bullet you shot i BLOCKS, like an OX i SHOCKS mc's with DREADLOCKS// (horns)
im the GREATER, like WHITE SOCKS, facing a lightWEIGHTER bitch sucking COCKS//
expozing "RUTHLESS bitchez" for RHYME-PRESS, my naughty style makes you IMPRESSED//
with SUCCESS i stick my fat dick in your mouth and leaving it TOOTHLESS//
like Ice-T, i got connection with corruted popo's, sending your ass to PENENTANTARIEZ//
my suspicious ELEMENTRY rhyme cant be tuched by foolish Irish Thugz WANNABEE'Z//
or foolz named Tone...you're supposed to act like a KING, but where the fuck is your royal CROWN//
i guess you're a royal CLOWN, you've faced me twice and i smacked you DOWN//
** enron is a corrupted american energy company that just been caught ... george bush had enron stocks.. lol... yall must have seen the pictures when enron workers threaded important papers .. lol
**EDITED** --> for sum reason i wrote "coppupted" insted or "corrupted" .. TWICE .. lol .. + i added sum description of enron
ToNe1904:
Let tha judges RATE-THIS-SHIT, ToNe bout tah DESECRATE-YAH-HITS/
I "FREE-FLOW" tah DEFEAT-THOSE-ELITE-HOS, call em EMANCIPATED-SPITS/
Against this corny collabo, like an album titled "80's DANCE-TO-GREATEST-HITS"/
Battlin K.I.N.G.S. you jus "wide-eyed bitchez", sum FASCINATED-TRICKZ showin how they jus EJACULATED-QUICK/
Cus Elite only "comin" hard togetha, by sittin in circles, reachin over....n MASTURBATIN-DICKS/
ToNe ASSASINATE-YAH-CLICK, so bow down like yall in prison, and a K.I.N.G.S. ASS-WE-MADE-YAH-LICK/
Buncha crybabiez throwin an EXASPERATED-FIT cus yah jus lost by tryna MASQUERADE-AS-SICK/
I guess gay pride iz used to LINK-YUR-CREWMEN, cus yah ridin eachothaz dicks more then an N'SYNC-REUNION/
Elite tried to spit fire, but came wit UNREFINED-STEAM I already killed yah easy wit thiz RHYME-SCHEME/
Leavin WCC a CRIME-SCENE n givin yall a BLIND-DREAM/
By ensurin every ELITE-CARCASS is about tah MEET-DARKNESS/
U killed yahselves, cus yur inability to bring tha HEAT-SPARKED-US/
How far can yah rhymes TAKE-YOU? To death when ToNe BREAKS-THRU/
Cus ima strait MAKE-FOOLS of yur whole "Ho-CAKE"-CREW/
Thinkin yall are top-notch wit "HEAVEN-SENT"-RHYMES by callin yahself E-L-I-T-E/ (spell it out lol)
But ToNe jus "closed tha gate" on yah SEVEN-CENT-LINES, yah bout tah SEE-HELL-BY-ME-G......./
aiight...i think Froggystyle iz tha only one left righ? lol spit yur shit foo n letz get tha votin goin...
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