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Tech vs. Tinman VOTE NOW!!

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Pillow:
iight tech you drop 1st since u wanted to battle. good luck, basic rules apply....

Krew votes aloud
first to 5, 3-0= K-O
no bar limit

Pillow:
yo tech when u gonna post, i ll give u a coupple more days then i am making a deadline..

King Tech Quadafi:
Yo, lets put a 16 bar limit on this one


PRINCE TECH QUADAFI

The Prince is on his throne, but lil kids try to unseat me/
Even if I forfeit this match you still wont find a way to beat me/
You spit a  couple of verses when i aint around to expose it/
The Golden Calf being worshipped in the absence of Moses/
Im coming after ya like the IRS when you slow on tax payments/
The reason ya next of kin is making funeral arrangements/
Fuck what u heard before, punchlines that'll shatter ya teeth/
You're a herbivore, you aint got the stomach for beef/
So far ya ass made it, but when the maths calculated/
You'll be left verbally castrated, by the Keystyle class favourite/
Im servin these MCs....shit I'll even provide napkins & condoments/
Since I rose to prominance Ive defined keystyle dominance/
The Prince of the Hall of Mirrors, the House that Tech built/
When the Tech tilts, you'll be left full of cases my Tech spilt/
All you MCs biting my style, looking like lil Techs to me/
You can call me a landmine cuz ya cant step to me/

King Tech Quadafi:
yo this is fuckin ridicoulous man...

Pillow:
yo man my bad i havent been online for a few days....here go my shit..

yo fuck you tech and your hateful views against america//
prolly got a bitch on ur dick with a towel rapped around her head named erica//
Im goin to beat u until the next furthermost century//
I'll put you behind your bars in a state penitentiary//
My illness and lyrics are a merger of epic proportions//
After you battle me you'll be left with bruises and contortions//
Im like a lyrical scarface because of wat I can do to the enemy of tha state//
My lyrics contain versatile styles that I'll spit at u at an astonishing rate//
As far as being an emcee u wouldn't even pull through as a good replica//
I'll shove my lyrics like a saw toothed stake of wood straight thru ur retina//
Im able to pay the bills and beat u wid my lyrical wealth//
My verbal stealth is likely to be hazardous to your health//
My words and flows are like a burning fireball of Armageddon//
Straight past u and through the front door of the industry is where im headin//
I'll spit u out like ne young blood spread all over a door//
After you battle me u gonna wish u were never here and u aint gonna wanna rhyme no more//

iight, again my bad it took so long
peace....

..::TinMaN::..

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