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VOTE, VOTE:.:.:.: I-BO ~vs~ Jae Won :.:.:.:VOTE

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Maestro Minded:
ok  ... a 2-rhyme-battle..... max 20 bars/rhyme.... i dont give a fuck who spits first, but im spittin tomorrow, cuz  right now, ima go and spend quality time with my girl....

no crew votes ... first to 7 votes, 4-0 is KO

this will be my FINAL battle, before the retirement.. if anybody else challenges me, i dont give a fuck

Maestro Minded:
fool... where u at?? ...


checcin in

Maestro Minded:
now ima knocc this fake nigga called Jae Won//
when im threw with my rhymes, that fake nigga will be outdone//
nodoby can even come near "the hiphop's don juan"//
I-Bo show ill tacticz and you wanna run, cuz it ain no fun//when like the sun//
im blastin heat you cant resist when im finishing mc'z,  one by one//
you  wanna steal some of my flow?? fool, you aint gettin none//
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my flow dont increase, cuz im already the highest rated gangsta'//
"is that an earthquake??" nah, it's I-BO, "the human nautral disasta'"//
black belt "flow-masta"// test mah skillz and i will rhyme much faster//
when im done with you, i wont forget to send you a pastor//
almosts christmas, but fool, dont expect no presents//
i wouldnt buy you skillz, even if you only asked for 50 cents//
Tha Elite is the crew I-BO represents//
fool, you wanna excape when my flow forces you to circumvents//
aint no way to stop me when i have my "killing-frenzy"//
compare your flow to mine: i makes you look like sarah mackenzie (in JAG)//
killing you on a drive-by while ridinng my fresh "benzie" (m. benz) //
and bury you bloddy body on a suburs in new jersey//

Ro J. Simpson:
checkin in....

bout to post..

fool its on..

Ro J. Simpson:
i bust 6 regardless, the '7th' never hit/
the suit fits, so you fit,
i-bo gettin tore down on some new shit/
While getting blunted enemies get hunted, we don't front it /
Son if you want it, it'll be a murder mystery like Whodunit/
nigga, its like this, ill roast you like the mothafuckin pig on a spit
and make you my bitch, record a tape and use it for skits/
its like a game of cluedo, and still i got my endo
you aint got shit bo, just the death out the window/
go on do it, you know you got no reason to stay/
what? you gon sit there n cry n all in dismay?
fuck that, slit your wrists, aint shit for you here
part from me with a beer, and my visions in the clear
fear the mear and sarcastic lines i throw at you like spears
shears cut deep and penetrate like iced up tears/
see if i ever seen you id run to the hospital quick
and get some surgical equipment, maybe even a nurse
and i put em in a blender, and watch for the outcome,
i'll stick a hole in your ear and incinerate the sound drum
i heard you keystyle, you better erase and make a whole new song/
if they said that shit was hot then they told you wrong,
clown nigga, i-bo aint got a chance at all
Jae Won Corleone, too advanced for y'all/

im gettin mine..

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