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Civil War:  Infinite ~vs.~ Blade

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infinite59:
10-15 Bars....Yo.... we are both in the same crew... So anyone is aloud to vote..... no beef... I've been out the game for a while..... I need to biuld my battle rep up.... and accumulate points.... peace.

bLaDe:
ahh shit tight, thnx for givin me the oppertnity, i'll be lookin forward to thiz match

peace

 -{bLaDe}

infinite59:
....Yo... No Beef..... I got nothin but respect for Blade, as a Rhymer and personally.....Just trying to battle peeps to biuld my rep up...Peace


This is a Civil War, I'm Hittin this Dork with enough Force to send him backwards to 1864/
The Battle of Gettysburg, Shake your Rattle but Never will you be heard/
Babies gettin murdered before they're born like abortion, you earned your portion/

I recieve more than the average man, Giuded by the Shine of the North Star Light/
I'm comin towards ya, with my musket firing, Killin everything in sight/
And Blade's in my scope, your hopeless, Notice the dopeness, My Cun Clap's Explosive/
Kriss Kross your clothes, told me you were the King Of Hoes, give you a bloody nose/
Blood drips profusely, You Smell Me? You See Me? You disgust me/

Your what a Dead Muthafucka used to be, So know your future/
I know you know computers, but why'd you plug dudes in the poop shoot/
DeadSouljah said he's used to it, he knew you when you was a kid/
I'm checkin these skid Marks and smokin them like Gang's Did/
In the 60's the Crip's split into two, So fuck you, Same Crew/
But I disciplined you, sit in detention, I pump my fist in your face like a Piston/

Peace

bLaDe:
checkin' in....imma post this tonite


btw, this goes widout sayin,  no beef, jus rhymin'

 -{bLaDe}

bLaDe:
WATCH OUT, HERE IT COMES!


infinite, all you posses is INFINITE~IGNORENCE, Your already "history", turnin ure rhyme this MINUTE into PAST-TENSE/
you cant keep faking your dumness for INNOCENCE, the pain is so INTENCE, hope u got life insureence, now you shall be forever SILENCED/
I spit 'flames', 'hotter' then hell, 'melt' emcees  in my rhyme 'cell', cripple their 'mind frames'/
I rip emcees, into debri, destroy their vitalities, and you step up to me, at the end u'll be, just another casulty/
i was born the greatist mc, the world has ever seen, wid only one mission to cause fatalaties/
ripping rhymers off wcc, just ask the previous mcs, i guarentee, theres no then to this eternal killing spree/
Slaming you head first into concreate, giving you a WRITERS-BLOCK/
leaving your battered, deceased body lying in crime FIGHTERS-CHALK/
shooting SHELL ROUNDS, leaving you HELL-BOUND, SURROUND you wid my lethal SOUND/
bang your head against the concreate, make it  REBOUND, accept your defeat, marked for the BURIAL-GROUND/
my rhymes, flow in a lethal harmony, no telling, on my enimies, wht the side effects could be/
this deadly siccness running in my blood, flowing so freely, a walkin talkin "virus" is what ppl label me.../

...R.I.P'ped



 -{bLaDe}

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