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ToNe VS I-Bo

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ToNe1904:
Aiight, u gettin whatcha want playboy  ;D

20 linez max, first tah 3 votez, no crewz

if u wanna change any of that shit, jus get at me.

ima spit tomorrow....

ToNe1904:

--- Quote ---first to 5 votes.. 3=KO

crew-votes allowed... (NO DICKRYDENVOTES THOUGH)
--- End quote ---


thas coo. i jus put first tah 3 cus it seem like gettin a vote around hea is impossible. but crewz votin....thas coo

Maestro Minded:
step back muthafucca, mah lyrical fist is loaded//
no way to decrypt my rhymes, cuz they 128-bit coded//
"Tone you gotta be born 1904", judging by your writings//
u flowing like an ol' man on theese lyrical fightings//
unlike you, mah rhymez is freestyle, never customized//
why did you accept this battle?? fool, ya need yah head analyzed//
cuz, fool, rappin against me, immediatly you will be finalized//
but you didnt realized, before mah rhyme waz already written//
now ya tryin to escape, hiding in yah oven, in yah kitchen//
I-BO turns the oven to 400 degrees and burn ya, like they do in great britain//
so fool, you betta lissen, I-Bo is here to give you a little  lesson//
lesson 1: dont fuck with I-BO when mah hands'z grabbin mah "smith & wesson"//
however the votes goes, I-BO  will still be the winner//
facing Tone1904 is like facing another wack beginner//
i eat your flow for dinner, after you've been bombed by my rap-mines//
like britney you beez mah slave, after checking out mah rap-lines//
try'a escape from mah flow by hiding in afghanistan pipe-lines//
u make a collabo with bin laden to burst fire towards mah rap-rhymes//
no need ... I-BO still smoke ya ass like weed//
so dont proceed//

ToNe1904:
Studio pranksta-QUIT, lost-yah-talent, kneel down inna cell block-position/
Only spittin GANGSTA-SHIT, cus u-TOSSIN-saladz, while u stay locked-in-prison/
U tha new-fish in tha skillet-g, think u can endure this facility?/
Aint no crew-shit, how real-it-be, killed by tha lack of your ability/
See thiz iz a jail contructed-fah tha cold imprisonment of rhymerz/
Jus barely abducted-yah, they dont typically listen fah first timerz/
But for you I-Bo, mistakin-identity musta been yur downfall/
Not a tight-flo, makin-obscenitiez justa sound-raw/
But see me, ToNe. I been locked-six-times/
Denied for parole, cus im still drop-sick-rhymez/
U came tah tha prison ho'in like Trina, thinkin u goan "Take it To tha House"/
My name fucked up yo vision, yah bent ova in a mismatch like im still battlin Mouse/
Dont get got snitch, i bend yah jaw n slaughta I-Bo/
You like a bitch afta menopause, u gotta-dry-flow/
ToNe spittin a lyrical-hurricane, wind gusts of a hundred rhymez a minute/
You sittin in fear-itll-stir-yah-brain, wanna bust but yur blundered linez wont win it/
Yah made tha choice tah retire, but like Mike yah decide to comeback/
Now yah poised tah be fired, so this tha last time youll
come-wack/

ToNe1904:
aiight vote yall!!

good shit I-Bo...

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