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Im Callin out I-Bo

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Ro J. Simpson:
you down I-Bo??

holla real quick..

peace

Maestro Minded:
I-BO never runs away from a battle...

you challenged me.. so spit your rhme.. it's late.. ima go to bed

Ro J. Simpson:
bitch i take yo ass to second blessing
treat you with agression, give yo ass another lesson
in lyrical tyrannasaurus-rection
im sick i got ye mind kneelin to discretion
you aint got flow all you got's infection
from my discharge when i deliver its insurrection
i take you out back and half way your point of enter/
then ill disconnect ye head from the neck and attack the epicenter/
switch up styles like danny le roux's gender/
i never seen ya, but damn sure your rhymes is ugly/
but i got your wife screamin for death like dog mutley/
u can separate the waters and be like moses
but ill kick it back in words, dark con's and proses
fuck that..infact ill take you out back/
whip out the sack and tear you up like robin jack/
im taller than snoopy's stacks
quick to react with anthrax and math tac's/
thats just incase you bitches decide to fuck around and act phat/
basically your shit is wack i hate to admit the fact/
but the rap dont adapt or contain any sort of aftermath/
so im treddin packs, send my shit out couple days later..on wax
take i-bo down with precision?..i done that
so step to me with some material worth leasin/
dont come with some shit thats about deceasin
cos im here to toggle wit under performers like you
ive threaded through,
and at the same time, ive blooded you
climbed in the empire and tore down the messiah
i take coke and stacks and make crack for richard prior/

peace

hit back bo

Ro J. Simpson:
this is the second sucker punch its flatlineline fo sho/
my middle name is lewis im packin shells for i-bo/
when its time ill speak my mind clear the room head to toe/
at the end of it you still wont have whats called  a flow/
if its mad then im sending it home/
bury that ass fuck ye mother and make up a second clone/
if its cool then im a bury the bone/
deep in the zone kickin verses ascending to the thrown/
if u ever see me? grab the gun and call me j-ro/
alkoholik to the end where the skillz can then be shown/
for now im a leave 12 bars dead on point/
its pointless to stay here so let me annoint/

Maestro Minded:
yo... just woke up and gotta go to college... expect a rhyme within 8 hours (when im back home)

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