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Back In The Game (Step up if you got the balls)

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Maestro Minded:
i remember them fools messing  with I B O
regreting 5 sec later, like i was undercover 5-0
my shit stinks like a ho???
but you still want me to give you some mo'
cuz when y'all fools was kids, i still had my flow
the rhymes of  I-BO, tha don, is always magnetic
claimin that you dont like my shit?? thats pathetic
people always stealing my rhyme, and i aint gettin no credit
no props for my battle-style, even though i made it
like the lakers, i destroy anything on my way
so if them fools cant flow on my level, them shouldnt stay
before accepting my challenge, them should make their last pray
cuz i dont give no murcy when i high
giving you a free flight
70 000 feet above, even the  ruggest will cry
while im dressin kung-fu, y'all still dressin "karl kani"
boyaka, boyaka, 2 shots from my rhymes, will make them fools die
i fry, i try, i do anything  when i'm high
dont take it for granted, I-BO never apply
fools have been told, I-BO them gotta nail
fools prefer jail, cuz the mission they will fail
destroying I-BO only happens in the fary-tale
cuz my flow is to difficult for them to inhale

bez:
So my raps don't rhyme,
Fuckers suck mine,
I live a life of crime,
And its my time to shine,
I was fellin fine but now fuckin angry,
Maxi-Padz you want me on a cross to fuckin hang me,
You just don't understand me,
And where I'm comin from,
I-BO fuck you motherfuckin hom,
I'm becomin violent,
I can't stay silent,
In this rap game,
You all shut up when I over came,
I feel no shame,
I can take the pain,
But both of your shit is f'n lame,
You wanna reach fame you gonna have to rap better,
You shit's all sloppy like it was a love letter,
Bet you is a querr dresses in all leather,
You rap fags,
Both you bitches,
Fall to the crowd you now need stiches,
Cos thats what my words do they hurt you,
They come after you like a missile launched by a battle crew,
I drop bombs like a B-52 and shoot bullet like a rifle,
You 2 motherfuckers go stick yer head in a trifle,
Cos your shit ain't gonna stifle my rhymes,
Bez is here and aint leavin these times,

I thougth that was ok!

maxi-padz:
tyte
peace
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ITW [the irish boy]:
beefing wit ma boy whether it's real or fake/
will result in a beef meal with you left to bake/
take you out, your burnt to cinders/
shake in off-you want respect?then u betta win this/
now bez i know u been beatin down like yo wack/
ever since battling jay, his names stuck on your back/
when he jacks off u get the blame for the mess he leaves/
when i hit fame ill pay u back by seeing his family grieve/
u can fight them, surprise them, with whats up yo sleeve/
though the success of me you'll never achieve/
weave around these obstacles in the right frame of mind/
otherwise you'll end up getting dissed like the start of this ryme/
just press rewind/
see what you might find/
that im one of a kind/
ill diss u for being a bitch but im not blind/
ur not a snitch, u have some talent/
but are you valient?
will you die for your dawgs?
keep driving through fogs/
if your answer is yes/
then you pass the test/
however, if its no/
your in a class with now i know/


assess that one dawgs...i wrote it without looking at the screen so its raw and real (and short) it shows how my train of thought can change in seconds. whassup ma nigga paddy....i printed up that collaboration, but we need maybe an extra verse or two to beef it up, and a dope beat to go with it and a female singa, like in unconditional love. Hit me up when msn gets back online.

Later gz,

ITW

maxi-padz:
when msn gets back online ill get us a beat and maybe a singer
i got connectionz as u know
yea we still gotta do dat joint 3rd verse well work on it when we can sit down for like an hour or sumshit
ight im out movie iz on
peace nig
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