CREW BATTLE: 3rd Match: Logic vs. bLaDe

['Illicit']

aight.  15 - 25 barz.  until sunday/monday  (cuz of weekend)

peace

[Hittman]

I Got You "Locked On Target" Like Bullseyes Under-Vaults//
Shot Your Carcuss Now You More "Head Over Heels" Than When Doing Somersalts//
You Hold More Goats Than Farms, Now You Can't Cope With Harm//
Couldnt Be "Dressed To Kill" If You Wore The Coats Of Arms//
So Why Step To Me When Theres No Remedy For Dead A MC?//
If You Were The Tip Of My Erection You Still Wouldnt Be A-Head Of Me//
Everything You Write Down In Text Is Like A Bouncin Check//
"Lost More Interest" Than Bank Accounts In Debt//
You Running Off The Whips Like Athletic Horses//
Kinetics Worthless, Couldnt Heat Up "Oppisite Forces" With Magnetic Torches//
Only Time People "Root" For You, Is When You Hire Them To Plant Crops//
You Thought You Was Some "Gang Banger", Becuase You Gave Thugs Blow Jobs//
I Always Knew You 'Choked' More Chickens Than The Butchers Wife That The Cops Had To Stop You//
Dont Act Like Its Not True//
Wheneva An MC Dares To Fight, I Simply Air The Mic//
Hotness Level So Off The Meter, They Complain Because Its Not 'Fahreinheit'// (Fair In Height)
Borrowing Ryhmes, Your Verse Has More I O U 's Than Eye Charts//
Sharper With Five Darts Thats When Your Mental Pain Starts//
I'd Lower Your Tone Cos My Lines Contain Punches That Makes My Fist Connect To Your Head//
Intercept What You Said, Threw Change At Your Grave To Pay My Respect To The Dead//
But The Only Reason You Dont Deserve To Die Is Because You Couldnt Earn A Living//
Learn To Sicken, You Couldnt Rip A Head So You Turned To Giving//
When I Rock The Earth, I Bring So Much Heat To The Underground That I Scare Hell//
When I Drop The Verse, Its Like Dislexsics Reading A Welfare Check, Say Fair Well//

[bLaDe]

ONE WAY TICKET TO HELL

contradicting your name since your rhymes contain no 'logic'/
have no understanding of what you speak, diease : neurologic/
thinking you a playa cause "toothless-Blowed-ya"(ruthless soulja)/
my lyrics strike like a cobra, thrusting venom in your blood making it colder/
and the only way you could' be 'deep' is after I burry you under 6 feet/
leaving your lyrics beat, eating you alive like chicken meat/
my shit is more electrifying then 180,000volts down your spine/
shattering your nervious system, turning you into yet another casulaty of mine/
annilating you, leaving no traces of your exsistance/
drowning you in your own blood, in need of medical assistance/
my lyrics are so "tight", they give you claustrophobia/
aint "feeling" your lyrics like i was injected with 10 injections of anestesia/
the only "light" u'll see is the explosion when my lyrics ignite/
steppin up to me was just a appointment with a trip to the afterlife/
stepping up to me? you just bought youself a one way ticket to hell/
injecting your blood with poisen, eating you from inside out making your body swell/
you couldnt "spit flames" if i shoved a bottle of petrol down your throat and lit you ass wid fire/
dropping boddies fulla bullet holes , they call me the lyrical hitman for hire/
shooting my lyrical bullets in all directions like light being shone through a spectrum/
your rhymes wouldnt be "worth shit" if i gulped em down and excreted them out my rectum/
breaking down the wallz of K.I.N.G.Z, putting an end to your Lycical reign/
leaving you just another one of the victums that bLaDe has slain...//

...R.I.P'ped

 -{bLaDe}

[KVB1000]

One hell of a tight battle.

Blade wins because of this killer punchline:

and the only way you could' be 'deep' is after I burry you under 6 feet/

Peace

[M Dogg™]

Oh hell yeah, good battle, close, but I gotta go with .:bLaDe:. here.

[HBKid_Jr]

blade

[Maestro Minded]

blade