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

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Maestro Minded:
if thats a 3 min rhyme.. you're as quick with the keyboard as a hacker....


chekkin in

Maestro Minded:
fuck you and your flow, i smoke those rhymes like indo//
niggaz escapin, when i'm blastin rhymes through my window//
fo show , bitch nigga, when im dippin in my low-low...//
...you runnin like a faggot, realising that you're facing I-BO//
muthafucca, ...it's time to make the records clear//
cuz like Tyson, when i challenge fools, they beez no volunteer//
ending your short career, like Titanic, you will drown//
but remember:  I-BO aint proud knoccin down a faggot-clown//
i can give 10% and still own the rap-crown//
search you luck in the next town, over here, you'll get beaten down//
fool, you come here as a newbie, so what the fucc you expectin'//
the goat is 'lready chosen, but like Al Gore, you want a  re-electin'//
start collectin' more flow, cuz I-Bo is much better than you//
i had 5 times better rhymes than yours... ON MY DEBUT//
u claiming to be good?? damn, even your moma know its untru'//
compared to tha Elite, you and your crew are equal to  Blink 182//
time for you sick nigga to remember who's the "bigg boss"// **
like bruce lee i knocc you down and eat your rhymes with hot sauce//
the only thing you're  better than me in, is playing lacrosse//

**(big boss is a old movie bruce lee made, one of the most known)

Maestro Minded:
yo... according to you, it took  3 MIN to spit ya first rhyme... so how come you havent replied yet, cuz you only need 3 min.... maby you prewritin some shit, huh??

Ro J. Simpson:
nah yo i been at my grandma's im bout to ckeck in

Ro J. Simpson:
run up on the diss and roll out to get blunted/
the wanted level is raised uve now become hunted/
the cash is up for grabs but you aint gettin near it/
ill raise 4 children and maybe lift up their spirits/
but i dont need no plee form ill search deep in my lyrics/
until i find the one to unleash, so you fuckers can hear it/
im a mothafuckin retard holdin your wife/
also strapped wit a pistol, 2 condoms and a knife/
ill off you first, then have me a little rememberance night/
who said that bitches cant hear the fright in the night/
cos what you need right now is a saviour/
some one who can look up and can honestly save ya/
cos the outlook is bleek, and your end is possibility/
i burned down your houses, classrooms and the ministry/
all that i can say, is that i blame it on chemistry/
this is the second lesson in the subject called 'ill-estry'/
can you really match this?/
my fantastic, rap tactics/
inside my funnel dwells a paper thin line/
signs to blow the mind, when my simple rhythm is alligned/
i-bo your spitz aint worth the half
i do this everyday and yo i also did the math/
fall beneath the greatest net-cee that stands up in your path/
runnin around runn in it you didnt knoiw the half/
now its time to run it so ease out to feel the wrath

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