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Tom187um vs. CeeRide

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'Illicit':
aight homie lets get it on.  its my first battle im callin out and I'm finna get these points for my record  ;D

I propose we keep it normal, one verse each, first up to 5 votes wins??  (3 is k.o)        any objections?

HBKid_Jr:
i need points/  like snoop needs joints/  like your girl you think im eazy/  i show you why your still a lil geezy/  my rhymes slick like they greasy/  ya'll be tha prosecution/  tryin to give me life for this lyrical execution/  i'll show you how my perfection is confectious/  show ya how im flowin wit tha best of us/  but theres only one tom187um/  only one man will be standing wit tha gun/  only one man will have ceedrida's girl guzzle there cum/  an its me tha physco/  like no other/  kill my own brother/  these rhymes are goin smother your fuckin mother/  go to your own hood/  an eat you like big suge/  cuz it aint all good/  this shit is goin get crazy/  your lyrical bullet wont even graze me/  faze me/  i'll leave you lost like you in a maze/  to go against me you have to be brave/  but you just dug you own grave/  cuz CeeRide its tha end of your days/  throw you dead body in jamaica bay/  i spit straight fire/  your mom gets around like a tire/  an found on tha ground/  not makin a sound/  in tha gutter/  not makin a putter or a utter/  cuz to death is how i fucked her/  

'Illicit':
aight I'll go first.

its the imperial, lyrical Cee-to-tha-Ride/
i slide , through ya mind with verbal homicides/
check ya flow the next time, n see if it'll rhyme/
cuz that shit that u be spittin aint worth two dimes/
ya wanna dis me real hard? go ahead, yo shits excessive/
i ain't fearin ya rhyme cuz it lacks and it's predictive/
my definition of killin ya's simple - watch me explain/
I'll squash ya groin, stab ya chest and slice your forebrain/
you lay in pain - while I remain/
heated you try to regain fame/
but i cut off your tongue n put a end to your game/
now ya back at scratch, tryna make it, hopin for a rematch/
anytime muthafucka, you couldnt beat me if you came in packs/
first I gave it thought - but I found it aint hard to dis you/
read your other battles, laughed so hard that  I needed tissues/
talk that shit bout my girl n my momma?/
i bring drama, my lyrical sawed-off leaves u livin wit a trauma/
and if u didnt noticed, my position moved to 'G'/
im improvin everyday, twirl my tongue like a frisbee/
while u be watchin wrestling seeing guys gettin smacked/
dont even start to worry, why yo style stays wack/
my rhymez leave a track, make u turn insomniac/

~peaCe~

'Illicit':
aight VOTE yall........
*excited*   ;D


~peaCe~

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