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CREW TOURNY: Melanin Deficient Vs. APL=187

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'Illicit':
APL, gimme a break, yall fake, no real competition/
at the end of this battle got ya wishin you revoked the decision/
cuz we bust with precision, each and every Melanin soldier/
fold ya in bodybags, rip ya skin wit mics we fight to win/
first roun you easy victims, u chickens anxious of spittin/
facin Deficient, R-E-L and Mack should stop trippin/
teardrops and closed caskets is my prediction of my lyrical vision/
APL's initials dont put fear to my mind/
R-E-L's lyrics wouldnt find a way out of wackness if they been polished n shined/
verbally bruise ya pussies til my muthafuckin knuckles bleed/
cuz I was mic-slappin ya so hard over and over repeatedly/
KVB, bLaDe, infinte Primo n me/
5 rough rugged n raw muthafuckaz you'l lyrically never beat/
we stand form, a alliance, strong and immune to pain/
we hand ya whores some tissues to wipe ya eyes, crybabies been put to shame


sorry, had to spit this quickly, definetely aint my best shit.

peace

da_notorious_mack:
Melaninz's corner is vacant, the comprised escape is blatant//
The fakes are tasting, fiery shells; and inflamed snails cast by Satan//
Hell is infected, as liars and snakes are Injected//
Infinite used some lies to woo the eyes of the prized and well respected//
His effort was met first by the Blade who repped dirt//
A slept purk, from one battle won, but was yet murked//
As the realness emerged, the quote of "feel this" was purged//
As this herb was "touched" along with his crutch of "musing" with words//
A fool persists, though previous spits have left a sightless socket//
Your experienced rip is sewn by this thread to refresh your mind's optics//
Embarassment was the key for your wack rapping at me//
Your yapping is ceased; as a superior Mack "clip" ends an Average "movie"//
We damgage oldiez with crew heat until they're out of site//
Searching for a dot com thats not bomb to up they're mediocre write//
Your chatter smites, anything considered close to a verse//
A deteriorating jerk, ya spit was not anywhere close to your first//
You posed as a curse, with one sick spit you rehearsed//
Now you're at a loss of material, you spittin soggy cereal//
The remains of the first meal, now we break fast to the fury yo//
Its PRIMO how a fake hip hop nuisance could start a crew//
And skip spit in a fight, cutting out the lights; before its through//
A master persuader; crew comprised of tricks and lies//
He picks and pries; through dubccs written rhymes//
Dude managed to Inject a ceeride into a click shady//
he answered "maybe" but he was tricked to see "gold" waiting//
Not knowing that when you Face A.P.L you face scars//
A place tarred with blood and sweat is where we Face Off//
Its late Ma, the A.P.L is rushing with the breaks off//
We take off, tires skiddin; till all your mates gone//

YO CMON WE NEED 2 MO VERSES CMON HOMIEZ

da_notorious_mack:
yo dis iz shadz verse his computers mashed so im postin it 4 him

Primo when it comes to spittin lyrics you can't touch me, I'm untouchable and way far ahead of a 'wannabe'//
I'm slashin' you to tiny pieces leaving you like debris, I'm sure you'll agree with me to every degree//
You've been beaten with everything you came you might as well pay the fee, soon you'll know quite a bit about agony and suffering that's a guarantee//
You fuckin with the wrong motherfucker son it's more then obvious to see//
You're running last and you're simply being outclassed in every aspect, what are you some fag who came from Tennessee?//
Infinite you're not even in the class of bourgeoisie, you're lower somewhere between the sewer and gutter believe me//
Who do you think you are fuckin with me, I'll beat you to death while your eradicated body hangs lifeless from a tree//
I'll never fade, I'm a lasting impression just like the first crusade//
Illicit gettin played on his own turf, I don't even have to call out the military blockade//
I'm pullin up on the shoulder blade while your marchin in some contemptible parade//
No use for me to invade I'll just sit back and watch you get betrayed//
KVB your bullshit isn't even worth a creative response by any means let alone 'acknowledging'//
It's apparent you have shitty reasoning, your taste is prolly as bad as shitty seasoning//
I'll admit I am mean especially now cuz it's spring, I'm commonly referred to as the 'MC machine'//
I lived to see seventeen, I'll doubt if you live past fourteen//
Infinite just ruptured his spleen, this whole rhyme got you 'bouncin' up and down like a trampoline//
Primo I've had way too much caffeine, but still a victory over you is routine//
It's obvious you're dressin' up as yourself for Halloween, my rhymes just sunk you like a submarine//
Blade your name says it all, Oh please I haven't even begun to unload on you let alone fall//
You must be paranoid from all the weed you smoked I think it's time for a curtain call//
Primo must I destroy you in this inconsequential brawl, you're down O 2 in the count of baseball//
I'm knockin you over like a 'bowling ball' then shoving you in a pocket like a 'billiard ball'//
Infinte why yet again do I feel like I have to remind you my mind state is as stable as a one legged table//
I'll beat you to death with my jumper cable while I'm most able, and blow up like a fiber optic cable//
Fuck a fable I'm bringing the truth while your story is fake and completely unstable//
I don't need any help in the stable, I'm blowin' up by myself I don't need a record label//

da_notorious_mack:
???oh shit itz due 2 day ima hav 2 spit again ???

Imma slainn dudes, and leave their heads with chain grooves/
this lame crew, is led by a judas & i didnt want to name u/
i just wanted to clap my tech to make u'r brain ooze/
but fuck it, Infinite, Primo or whoever your being/
remember when u begged me to join u'r crew in that P.M?/
you have no faith in em, i hope they all readin/
but Blade did the same thing, u know u seen em/
yall are the trick click, PINK, all vaginas/
dont u know it dont take long for da APL to find ya/
we settle duels with metal tools that'll grind ya/
i hope u dont mind the, chrome gat thats buckin/
it'll push u'r dome back if yo ass aint duckin/
yall fuckin, with ghetto mechanics that learn tools/
that'll burn fools and make u'r brain drool/

Jus some quick shit i wrote in case we were a spit short

bLaDe:
Chapter I - Black Death


Iillin n killin MCz up and down Like the stock exchange, come strapped wid a pack of slugz, aiming at ure cardiacz and givin APL heart attackz//
Till I collapse im spillin these murderious raps, like a soulja, hazardous verbal attacks, slicin their backs with a machete a nd stacking MCz up in rackz//
My rhymes like a plaque, infect and destroy, attack like a cobra,  after the smoke clears out, im the last one standin like pac//
while im drillin in ya skull n spittin an infection penicillin cant stop, cuz i was raised by satanic people//
subliminal-thoughts so deep leave emcees tied in knots and drowin in the abyss-of-my-crebral//
leave u as alive as criminals-shot, Red dot 2 ure head, makin ya death bed-rock, ya diss-is-feeble//
I see ya midgets smiling prolly cuz Ignorance is bliss, tha only thing ya gonna beat is ure dick//
I spit a kiss at APL like double dose of slugs, as your punches miss accept defeat with melanins spits//
xplisit ballastic hits droppin hard bars line boulders, battleground fulla scattered Dead Souljaz with the bombs i inflict//
turning wcc into a barran wasteland, makin APL cry like bitches so they need another tear gland//
when mah lyrical bombs land on emceez, and expand their chest plates, im so hot i even giv tha sun a tan//
bitch i rip fools, like tissues, sprayin shots like a drumroll//
leave APL suckaz screamin fo hay-soos, when mah rhyme unfolds//
I shatter skullz with mah punches like mohaamed ali, even wid fiber optics ya suckaz cant see mee//
leave ya faggots screamin like Hailie, a sikotic on rampage, while dropin ill knowledge like talib kweli//


...R.I.P'ped


 -{bLaDe}

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