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I-BO  ~vs~ Tom187um (First Challenger; Game 3)

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Maestro Minded:
20 bars max
First to 5 votes (3-0 KO)
Motivated Crew-votes allowed
no dick-ryden votes
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ill batte first mc to reply to this thread

HBKid_Jr:
i wanna a rematch wit u,  when we first battled i was still really new to tha game,  now i have improved a lot,  still room for a lot more improvment but i think im am better prepared to face u,  whose droppin 1st

Maestro Minded:
aight... whoever drops first drops first .. ill drop my verse later today

Maestro Minded:
u post your rhyme when game is over, cuz u so fucking-retarded
your fort is being-bombarded, as eazy as if it's un-guarded
i treat your shit like garbage, throw it on my personal trash-can
after this battle, like Daz, you'll be selling lyrics from your mini-van
like Bin Laden u claim strengh, but still u hiding in Afghanistan
i cant belive u think u got skillz, after reading your "master-plan"
ive been absence for 2 weeks, but still my lyrics-is-on-fire
when i challenge mc's, suddenly they claimin they're retired
battelin u is as eazy as battelin any fake 'budget-spittah'
beware of my fist, when like Tyson, im placin punches like a 'hard-hittah'
like Sir Lancelot, after this battle, u'll be introduced to my platinum-sword
aiming TOWARD your heart, making u recognizing the masta' in this rap-board
u're defeated, but acting like u still want punches from the "Rhyme-Lord"
placin' my rhymez in your mouth, while adding another victory to my battle-record
like a bitch, u swallow anything i give, cuz for u it's just like a reward
Matrix-Style when im  blasting my bullet-rhymez in slow-motion
niggaz call me terminator, so i suggest you act like a "man of caution"

HBKid_Jr:
you beat me back when i was a newbie//  i'll admit u smoked me like a doobie//  but times have changed drastically//  half that shit u spit should be considered rap blasphemy//  remember though tha crew battle when u 1st got humuilated (sp)//  u became extrememly alienanted//  beatin me is hard like solving mathematic's//  my straps are always on automatic//  battlin me u besta be ready for some static//  im legendary,  change my name to Tomaveli//  stab u in tha belly cuz yo shit so wack i rather listen to nelly//  your gaspin for life so i run u down wit my chevy//  your blood all over tha place like confetti//  but this aint no ticker take parade//  its what i like to call a lyrical air raid//  im bombin your fort wit grenade after grenade//  imma get arrested for lyrical manslaughter//  i flush you down tha toilet like water//  your never forget my name// its only a matter of time b4 u bite my game//  cuz your shit is beyond wack//  so jack u besta step tha fuck back//  b4 u get claped//  pimp slapped//  i hope your strapped//  cuz imma about to blast.

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