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bLaDe:

--- Quote --- NIK... you got beat by my sister
--- End quote ---


LOL fo real?

 -{bLaDe}

'Illicit':
aight, since yall votin on yaselves, i think im eligable to try myself. i think im good enough to give it a try.

1. vs. tha7th
i penetrate your level of respected emcees, play your homie, then arrest you like "In Too Deep"/ *
show you who how hard I can actually really be/
got the ability, to soak ya up like absorbency/
im a liftime battery, destined to spit for eternity/
you heard of me, aim-shoot-hit wit accuracy/

yeah im ready for the don, call me vito corleone/
untouchable like tha row, comin form parts unknown/
ima make it happen, beat tha7th thru my rappin/
earn another 4 points, let yall know was' happnin/
its easy-to-see, you bow down in-front-of-me/
cuz im the "tight breed", that cause ya mental mistreat/
dont act discreet, im thrilling like wallstreet/
your uncoordinated raps couldnt rhyme to ya heartbeat/

watch as i proclaim my new territory, self-explanatory/
i just ripped your ass in every category, its mandatory/
to step out this battle with glory, add you to my repository/
wit the other mc's i dismantled, they tried but got handled/
like non-payers to the mafia, simply assassinated/
had a foretaste of my mad collection, made an impression/
now start the votin as i end my lesson, read with circumspection/

2. vs. ToNe1904
exit CeeRide, enter the mind of Illicit/
fortified rhymes, so slick to hit ya quick/
i spit, amidst a level of hard-to-git/
pack-ya-shit, dethroned kicked out the kingzs-clique/
im str8 reppin Deficient, smart-minded but delinquent/
never leave battlefields that contain unfinished business/
i hit this, leave ya scarred without a face/
al pacino wouldnt recognize ya, if you took don vitos place/
make space, illicit has jus arrived, despised by every king/
bound to snatch yall fuckin lives as i aproach the mic n swing/
couple o rounds of lyrical fist at ToNe da misfit/
aka fake-exhibitionist, do what i feel, cuz im illicit/
call me ill-spit, ToNe aint shit- now facts listed/
depicted, you going down and i win this/
u as fake as weather forecasts, watch wut ya say or get ya face smashed/
jump you on the set of ya new movie "I only take dicks in my black ass"/
like ras kass, Ghetto "ridiculous" the way you u talk n act/
Melanin stand, above ya crew without snappin a finger on my hand/
call shots like Gotti but dont get caught plottin anonymously/
exterminate kingz trainees, make use of our artillery/
film ya autopsy, mail em to ya fam, fight with acuity/
no longer harsh attacks, bust raps, think its fat/
hit ya where it hurts, berserk, silent leave no tracks/
crush your compurse, bust at you wit my tongue-glock/
i expected more of the revenge u swore, all came was smalltalk/


3. vs. ToNe1904    lol
i take your multis, turn em sidewayz, shove em up YO-CANDY-ASS/
u COULDNT-PASS, my line of fire, watch your rhymes get DUMPED-LIKE-TRASH/
i advance from TIGHT-SPITTER, to UNBELIEVABLE-NECK-SPLITTER/
terrify you on the set, push lyrics LIKE-WEIGHT-LIFTERS/
i eat mic's like EMCEE-FLESH, u now up against THE-BEST/
challenge hoe's below ya level, that makes u weaker THAN-THE-REST/
COMPLEX-RHYMES, spit CONTINIOUS-TIMES, u jus WATCH-N-STARE at my lines/
steal my flow but they metal-detected, cant take WHATS-ALREADY-MINE/
u think ya ill, but really wack even if burger KINGZ-SPIT-COMBINED/
i confine you lock you up inflict pain like a MILLION-WOODEN-TINES/
scratch my logo in ya back, leave you scarred til END-OF-TIME/
jus got served by Illicit, who EXPLICITLY-SPIT, that rough MELANIN-SHIT/
you and your crew are SISSIE-FAGZ with LYIRCAL-LAGS and MENTAL-MISFITS/
similar to femine SPITTIN-BOYS, with SEX-TOYS rhyming like PUSSIES-WITH-DICKS/


4. vs. Sikotc and M-Dogg (tag team)
we first to drop these LYRICAL-SPITS, aim with ACCURATE-HITS/  
crush ya guard with MENTAL-WIT, you cant outdo us with SIMPLE-SHIT/
we rhyme with in SYNC-TIGHT-MATHS, as we THINK-WRITE-RAP/
cause THICK-SIGHT-LACKS, smokd like unfadeable ZIG-ZAGS/
HITMEN-4-HIRE on LIVE-HOT-WIRE, dozen emcees we inspire/
but aint no copying ILL-TEAMS, grab the mic and KILL-DREAMS/
with lyrics of our SKILL-REGIME, watch us rap, see PILL-GLEAMS/
end up as MENTAL-ASYMPTOTES, victim of MEDICAL-OVERLOADS/
the only time u gon beat us is by ACCIDENTAL-LUCK-VOTES/
so step back, dont even commence, what yall spittin makes NO-SENSE/
sikotic and m-hog gettin blown like dicks in HO-TENTS/
facin two WACK-SOULS, with POOR-QUOTES pimpin FAKE-BANKNOTES/
as we dig TWO-HOLES, before we start TO-ROLL with COOL-ANECDOTES/
DRIVE-BY at NIGHT-SKY, with two guns in one hand, we MIGHT-TRY/
to pistol whip you till you die, visit your funeral to say GOOD-BYE/


5. personal shit, i chose this, cuz its the only time where i really expressed my thoughts in a rhyme

as i sit here alone reminiscing bout the past/
not one single thought occures bout my dad/
was never here when i needed him bad/
kinda sad/
but instead of forgivin like the bible says, im fuckin mad/
10 years ago he gave me up - for adoption/
my momz always taught me how to hate him with devotion/
but i found she's the one who forced him to that option/
and that shes the one who spread all that nonsense/
but two years ago - i set up a meetin/
asked him what was up n he admitted he was cheatin/
but he still had his reasons, for a silent-no-hug leavin/
"though i wasnt innocent, she did some shit that's illicit"
"i got sick of it, n left wit'out mention'nin it"
night for night i lay in my bed/
deliberated about what he had said/
dont know why but I felt a connection/
what he uttered seemed real/
so I developed a section/
in my heart where he could have his space/
when i departed he said he'd loved me with alll his grace/
however still I was seekin for proof/
that what he said was no lie but only the truth/
and it was true/
i heard stuff for which i hadn't a clue/
but on I grew/
n now me n my dad are cool/
dont think - i hate my mom with all o'my guts/  
its just/  
there're certain things i cannot forget/
no loves lost - shes still my mom/
the only thing thats gone is respect!


aight, peace

So Much Style:
haha yall are funny, set the shit up then...

oh yeah doggystylin i remember in my battle  vs tanjint your direct qoate:
"damn i am making sure never to battle these 2! hot shit!"

set it up

Now_Im_Not_Banned:

--- Quote ---you got beat by my sister
--- End quote ---




I got beat by YOU, because your sister admited you wrote her rhymes, and plus, that was back in the day when i was no good, NOW ID RIP YOUR simplistic ass up...

Now_Im_Not_Banned:
and why was your sister asking me to ghostwrite for her if shes "So MUCH BETTER THAN ME"?

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