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So Much Style:
Provin it

I cant be seen with or without spectacles/
HAll of fame? im not electin you, Death penelty, i electricute/
any mcs who got the best to prove/
i hang my testicles, NEXT TO YOU/
And you can indulge/in kissing my balls/my buldge/Call me ice man....cause damn im cold/
after the battle I leave you needing medical attention/
i hang you by SUSPENSION/
cords/off 4 floors/
Leave you choking like your own ambilical cord/
im beyond annoyed its more like disgust/
i ride an astro and blast your ass in half/
like the armageddan astroid when i bust/
I eat mcs, i Prey on these fucks/
These keystlers stay on deez nuts/
Any last words...i leave you screaming JESUS!/


hmmmmmm haters may now enter

Sikotic™:
Callin yourself great is spittin in the face of the true legends/
You hardly measure up to these current forum veterans/
I've left a impact on this board like the 11th of September/
Haven't battled in awhile but muthafuckaz still remember/
I enter, but as a contender not a hater/
Someone has to say this to ya, betta now than later/
You had 2 good battles against me/
But like the Rams in the Superbowl, your ass didn't suceed/
You remind me of stretch marks cause your takin thing way outta proportion/
That's why I came in here and had  to break it down like corrosion/
You can call yourself the best but does it matter if the peeps don't recognize?/
I guess if it floats ya boat but I'ma just wait and let the others decide////

So Much Style:
You got everyone sucking on your nuts with there two-lips/
So me giving 2 shits and coming back is almost useless/
cause your corny 2 rhyme scheme aint even ruthless/
Its bad boy, and "thats crazy" like not knowing who Dj clue is (new shit!)/
And you say you beat me twice, but i dont see where the proof-is/
Your clueless, but hey sikotic, if the shoe fits/
wear it,  a matter a fact sikotic and cinderalla are much alike/
You beating me is impossible like trying to fuck-a-dike/
or for you to fuck anything on this planet/
Granted, im smooth, your still un-sanded/
unpolished, everything while im still untouched/
me winning, total skill ...None luck/
i leave sikotic saying "aww shucks...i suck"


cause your corny 2 rhyme scheme aint even ruthless/
Its bad boy, and "thats crazy" like not knowing who Dj clue is (new shit!)/


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Sikotic™:
Its about god damn time you came with some aight shit/
Like a blacksmith, I needed somethin to work with/
You damn right I'm rough, why would I want to be soft as Charmin?/
Astonishin', you admittin' your "smooth" is just alarmin'/
I should slap you til your wearin your gear backwards like Kriss Kross/
On my wrist I floss, your teeth, knocked them out and wearin them like a bracelet/
If you want otherwise, Hide with Big Tigger in Rap City's basement/
Your failin this conTEST while I'm passin with advanced placement/
Still denyin' the past, don't act like you got amneisia/
Go look at that topic, everybody was sayin' I defeated ya/
Soon after, you disappeared/
Sayin you were workin on an album but it was obviously fear/
Fear that I would come back, combat, and defeat you again by verbal contact/
How could you say I'm not fuckin anything when I'm fuckin your ass up/
Thought you had enough but yet your still claimin your the top dogg/
It's easy to claim but harder to prove, so like Biggie said your "Dead Wrong"/
You've been touched, been topped, owned you like you was copped/
But I wouldn't buy you like an album that flopped/
Highlightin' bars you liked cause you know it wouldn't catch no one's eye/
You say I suck, you must be high or outta your mind/
Cause the Sikotic one commited another lyrical homicide///

So Much Style:
I come out of retirement and fuck up wack opponents/
they know this, ask your mom IM FEROCIOUS/
and now that i focus, my quiting is even more apparent/
my competition is a bunch of fucking scared kids/
Im 'unstoppable' like masta ace/i pack the bass/
you pack the fudge, what all the gay guys love/give um sum/
they call you sikotic, from your brain lossage/
Throw this battle out, Shitt! Sikotic tossed it/
What else does that bitch toss/
Your PLASTERED bitch with my natural lip gloss/
your shits soft/your styles chapped/
Sikotic battle rapping, Of course ima laugh!/
Fuckin wack ass weak rhymes schemes//
Fuckin indian, i flow in and out like those baskets that you weave/
but shit, i must get, my facts strait/
your armo or some shit, now lets say/
a white guy beating a black, when i attack/
Battling me, your beating yourself like Darryl Stawberry and CRACK/

im tired peace

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