Ro J Simpson ..::Vs.::.. Illicit

[Ro J. Simpson]

now this here is one for the rememberence
still ringing in dollars just like my defence!/
whats up fool welcome to your funeral/
hold up a minute while i use the urinal/
ahh thats better, now go let the cat out/
and my grandmother is asleep so dont shout/
i think friends better leave this about to get messy/
now your family is looking for your ass on sally jessy/
im about to bust on the mic and leave you with radiation/
a green effect piercing your lungs like cannabis plantations/
your sister's quite a fiery one, she wanted me to chase her
oh shit, now i remember puttin ur moms on a respirator/ (sorry)
fake netcee's be talking about lyrikal artilleries/
but i dont use that shit i bust with real-hard tendancies/
your really a fake posting from kentucky as a superstar/
you hav no battle record u aint even got battle scars/
now ive broken you down and its only the 15th bar/
go run tell your crew that really i ripped you apart/
im in the cypher, sweating, dealing out my own cards/
droppin lines from my mind, its like gunshots for retards/
im a punish you backwards, send shots for little half wits/
that dis-respect the intelect used for these classics/
and practice the art of some smart german gettin wacked/
dont act like ur oblivious i know this for a fact/
i see your trying to blow up small like hand grenades/
but thats not gonna happen like u.v protection from shades/
your like bin laden inside the white house for a minute/
getting caught then saying (afghan voice) 'i only came for a visit'/
so obviously you didnt get what i was trying to say/
that i will send you family back in bits the size of ashtrays/

peace

['Illicit']

I'm a lyrical Clark Gable, kissin Jae Won goodnight/
you bound to not wake up from my intellectual fright/
you jeapordize ya life when u step up to me twice/
only reason you won last time was cuz u paid hoes to dickride/
fuck makin figures in this game if it means bein ineligable to bring pain/
servin fools who claim Kingz is my pleasure, Ro J next to get slain/
inject lyrics which explode by external remote control/
put out the word, Won gettin hurt, no more reminiscing un how I unfold/
lines that combined amount to unimaginable terror so fuck afghanistan/
i aint bitin your rhyme, but next time come with a correct plan/
I sound simplistic but only cuz my linguistics are to hard to sustain/
your head is doped up, by the end of this bar you'll be a dead grain/
hopin for reincarnation but once laceration of Illicits verbal assassination/
has occured theres no gettin up, fucked u up filled with determination/
to make this the last time you saw daylight with two eyes/
read my verse, watch ya pupils pop, in comparison your shits dry/
i throw a punch and smalltalk, so call me muhammed ali/
dance around you like wolves, wait for precise moments to attack your spleen/
rip it out cuz your defense system consists of strawberries n cream/
by reading your rhyme I sense youz as wack as the jamaican bobsled team/
I batter up imagine the ball being your weak ass face/
90 miles per hour hit yo ass and run slowly past 5th base/
homerun while you take flight, drop dead cuz no one caught ya/
your shows as boring as watchin doctors discuss womens topics with oprah/
I thought I told ya, versatility's my strength no competition for highrolla's/
Ro J, this Ho-May take a seat and watch me bust, lines I thrust/
conduct my battleplan I had in hand, set to shorten ya lifespan/
gat to the head, lick off a shot, brains splattered, so call me REDman/
blood all over me from battles I won with ease Ro J know my steez/
before I beat you blue green, killa-words to ya brain with lightspeed/

[Naz-T]

now this here is one for the rememberence
still ringing in dollars just like my defence!/
whats up fool welcome to your funeral/
hold up a minute while i use the urinal/
ahh thats better, now go let the cat out/
and my grandmother is asleep so dont shout/
i think friends better leave this about to get messy/
now your family is looking for your ass on sally jessy/
im about to bust on the mic and leave you with radiation/
a green effect piercing your lungs like cannabis plantations/
your sister's quite a fiery one, she wanted me to chase her
oh shit, now i remember puttin ur moms on a respirator/ (sorry)
fake netcee's be talking about lyrikal artilleries/
but i dont use that shit i bust with real-hard tendancies/
your really a fake posting from kentucky as a superstar/
you hav no battle record u aint even got battle scars/
now ive broken you down and its only the 15th bar/
go run tell your crew that really i ripped you apart/
im in the cypher, sweating, dealing out my own cards/
droppin lines from my mind, its like gunshots for retards/
im a punish you backwards, send shots for little half wits/
that dis-respect the intelect used for these classics/
and practice the art of some smart german gettin wacked/
dont act like ur oblivious i know this for a fact/
i see your trying to blow up small like hand grenades/
but thats not gonna happen like u.v protection from shades/
your like bin laden inside the white house for a minute/
getting caught then saying (afghan voice) 'i only came for a visit'/
so obviously you didnt get what i was trying to say/
that i will send you family back in bits the size of ashtrays/

peace

Nice verse, I think you started of a bit slow, BUt it got harder as it went, I liked it, Nice wordlay, and nice flow. I'd define it as Skillz, for sure,

I'm a lyrical Clark Gable, kissin Jae Won goodnight/
you bound to not wake up from my intellectual fright/
you jeapordize ya life when u step up to me twice/
only reason you won last time was cuz u paid hoes to dickride/
fuck makin figures in this game if it means bein ineligable to bring pain/
servin fools who claim Kingz is my pleasure, Ro J next to get slain/
inject lyrics which explode by external remote control/
put out the word, Won gettin hurt, no more reminiscing un how I unfold/
lines that combined amount to unimaginable terror so fuck afghanistan/
i aint bitin your rhyme, but next time come with a correct plan/
I sound simplistic but only cuz my linguistics are to hard to sustain/
your head is doped up, by the end of this bar you'll be a dead grain/
hopin for reincarnation but once laceration of Illicits verbal assassination/
has occured theres no gettin up, fucked u up filled with determination/
to make this the last time you saw daylight with two eyes/
read my verse, watch ya pupils pop, in comparison your shits dry/
i throw a punch and smalltalk, so call me muhammed ali/
dance around you like wolves, wait for precise moments to attack your spleen/
rip it out cuz your defense system consists of strawberries n cream/
by reading your rhyme I sense youz as wack as the jamaican bobsled team/
I batter up imagine the ball being your weak ass face/
90 miles per hour hit yo ass and run slowly past 5th base/
homerun while you take flight, drop dead cuz no one caught ya/
your shows as boring as watchin doctors discuss womens topics with oprah/
I thought I told ya, versatility's my strength no competition for highrolla's/
Ro J, this Ho-May take a seat and watch me bust, lines I thrust/
conduct my battleplan I had in hand, set to shorten ya lifespan/
gat to the head, lick off a shot, brains splattered, so call me REDman/
blood all over me from battles I won with ease Ro J know my steez/
before I beat you blue green, killa-words to ya brain with lightspeed/

Ok, ehm WOW, fo real, this is one of the best shit I read from you, lately,. Defiently, some Multis, very Ill. Good word, I'd define this shit as Hardcore.

So its skillz vs Hardcore, now , I am lookin at both, But I think Iliicit took it, fo real with the hardcore shit and some nice words. But It was a tight battle. both of yall. Very nice

VOTE = Illicit

peace

[Hittman]

Illicit Straight Ripped It Up.. Voting For Him.

[NoT]

I sort of thought of it the same way as Naz-T except I think that Illicit came with just as much skills as Ro J. Nice verses by both of ya'll but...

VOTE = Illicit

[Naz-T]

Yeah i ment as in Vocab. but no matter...

['Illicit']

uhm 3-0,  although u didnt post any rules dawg,  u allow your cohorts votes? or not, i wanna know man.   cuz either this shits over now or not,   holla.

hell of a rematch though Jae.

peace, one love