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Logic Vs. Minority

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Hittman:
Right, 15 Bars Minimum, 25 Bars Maximum, First To 5, 3-0 Is Knockout. I Aint Making Excuses Here But, I Probably Wont Spit Tonight, Cos' Its Late, But If You Don't Wanna Go First Then I Will Post Mine Up Tomorrow Without Fail. ;D

NEW_MINORITY:
checkin in...............

NEW_MINORITY:
Like ‘Jesus', I'm my own man, I don't need a crew to reveal/
Melanin Deficiant, KINGS, elite, CSN, shit don't appeal/
I lost to your temporary crew in the finals, which was abundance/
Maybe this is fate, my enemy calling me out, so my vendgence/
Could be completed, so I form a eye as sharp as a vulture/
typing lyrics priceless, forming art like a Long lost sculpture/
i'm the one that cut your ambinal cord, next had you circumcised/
'blessing' this unknowledged, with the rhyme that's 'baptized'/
That's ready to cause ‘poisonous' chaotic, even ‘rattlesnakes' couldn't compete/
the lyrical ‘psychotic' that escaped from the ‘mental hospital' looking for repeat/
go on a killing rampage, you better call ‘America's most wanted'/
Get the ‘FBI' and the ‘CIA' on my ‘tail' but I can outrun ‘sonic'/
Across the globe, now in the ‘U.K.', ready to destroy your recent developed ‘habit'/
‘alcoholic', sipping liquor mixed with ‘tea', while thinking you a lyrical intellectual/
must be diagnosed with retardation, even ‘god' couldn't turn you back with ‘miracles'/
prognosis states no progress, doctors throwing more white flags than soldiers feeling hysterical/
at war, that's what we in, representing u.s. while you ready to die like taliban/
got my ak-47 spraying digital bullets like RZA at this certain civilian/
‘15' shots to the dome like candles at your last ‘birthday', manifest your demise/
administer the corpse, at the funeral, force your mother to suck your penis/
of way to say good-bye to her son, the son that lived in fantasy like a druggie overdosed/
as I smile with power, preoccupied for a moment , then caskets closed...../

Hittman:
Logic, A Heavyweight, I'll Jab Your Presensce So This Battle Will Bruise Your Fate//
Go Tattle, I'm Used To Hate, You Dont Have To Wait, Ripping You Was My Top Priority//
With Rhymes Like That Its No Wonder Your Of The Lost 'Minority'//
You Could Pause It...And Not Disrupt My Flow, These Bitches Here Should Know// ;D
My Mic Obviously Volcanic The Way I Erupt With One Blow//
Inspite Of You Prayin My Text Still Connects, Leavin You Vexed..But What Else Did YOu Expect?//
If They Let You In A Crew They'd Be Rejects...Kings Would Shred Your Neck..Its Said In Text//
8 Bars On, Your Dazed And Tasting Defeat,..While I'm Erasing Your Winning Streak//
You Had Your 'Back Turned To The Calendar' Cos' You Didn't Want To 'Face Me This Week'//
Make A Note Of It, The Royle Rumble Is Coming Up, I'll Hold The Belt//
U'll Have Your Hand Around Your Neck Tryna Submission Yourself//
I'm The Livest In This Spitting Profanity That'll Indanger Your Health//
Minority? New Minority? Regestering Numerous Times The Only Way You'll Make a Name For Yourself//
It's 'Xclusive' The Way I Rip Heads Off, They Call Me Logic The 'Xorcist'//
The 'Pens' Mightier Than The 'Sword' While You Cant Even Hold A 'Bic'//
I've Been Stomping On Your Coffin So Hard That My Feet Are Achin//
Just Realised Your Flows Don't Make Sense, Like Vegetarions Feeding There Children Bacon//
What YOu Gonna Bring? Nothin Hot That's For Certain//
Your So Fake That You Would Tell Your Life Story In Third Person//
But Watch This Battle Get Truly Slept On Like A Bed//
Minority Is About As Backwards As Bloods Wearing Red//
Now You Resemble Your Dick, Both Got 'Beat Single-Handedly'//
You See There Ain't No Way Your Gonna Win, And You Realize All Your Hype Blew Up In Your Head//
Thats Why I'm Like The Virgin Spider, Basically The Tightest On The Web//

ToNe1904:
ay thiz was a tight battle yall.
i like that closin line logic, bout bein tha tightest on tha web.
yall know i cant vote on it tho. but tight shit.

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