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Assassin, Suspect ~VS.~ Killuminati, Illicit

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@Ss@sSiN:
Uh.. heres my verse, hopefully suspect will post his

TAG BATTLE
[shadow=red,left,300]FIGHT![/shadow]

CeeRIDE? Don't be surprised when I beat ya head with your computers "cee" drive//
I mean, first off, theres no way in fuck you two could battle me//
Leave your body folating in a river like we was in mars wit no gravity//
Lyrical Catas-trophe, you be gasping-gees, im clapping-these//
Cats, wit 1 bar, get your legs broken while I run you over wit a stolen car//
How'd you make it this far, musta been- ridin-a-dick//
Wit a bayonet im gonna -continue to-stick//
I diagnose you wit small pox that's-why-you-feeling-so-sick//
You both nothing-but-bitch, however my styles continue-to-switch//
Illicit?, to bad you getting covered my explicit, spits, ripin wigs//
Brake ya frame like twigs, K-i-l-l-u-m-i-n-a-t-i feel the wrath of a shottie//
Crew smoked like a gotti, milk carton pics missing body//
My style was formed in the staircases brewed-in-piss//
You both new-ta-dis, aint seen no pussy since yo momma's uterus//
Im true to this, that's why im not concerned wit you fakes//
I leave your body lifeless plus closed casket wakes//

'Illicit':
checkin in....

put down that mic muthafuckas your a disgrace to this rap-shit//
your weak styles stand out like a room of hoes and dat fat-bitch//
I smack-pricks wit tac-tics too complicated for you to crack-kid//
suspect assgrabin assassin from behind while he screamin access gran-ted//
tell suspect to watch out the next time he starts beef//
wit cats he cant beat cuz me n killuminati aint battlin geeks fa free//
lyrical immortalized versatility fightin wit combat utilities//
aka our minds a mic and a cogent voice to speak out death penalties//
to mc's such as yaselves, its bout time I put an end//
to my wrath you cant mend what I caused you cant ascend//
theres bout million levels between us my intelligence is evident//
learn to throw a proper punchline when facin Melanin Deficient//
call me mista jab-a-jaw caught ya on tape spittin ya teeth//
hard-hittin lyrics writtin by Me, pray that someones hearin ya screech//

Kill:
Illicit aka CeeRide

put down that mic muthafuckas your a disgrace to this rap-shit//
your weak styles stand out like a room of hoes and dat fat-bitch//
I smack-pricks wit tac-tics too complicated for you to crack-kid//
suspect assgrabin assassin from behind while he screamin access gran-ted//
tell suspect to watch out the next time he starts beef//
wit cats he cant beat cuz me n killuminati aint battlin geeks fa free//
lyrical immortalized versatility fightin wit combat utilities//
aka our minds a mic and a cogent voice to speak out death penalties//
to mc's such as yaselves, its bout time I put an end//
to my wrath you cant mend what I caused you cant ascend//
theres bout million levels between us my intelligence is evident//
learn to throw a proper punchline when facin Melanin Deficient//
call me mista jab-a-jaw caught ya on tape spittin ya teeth//
hard-hittin lyrics writtin by Me, pray that someones hearin ya screech//

K I L L U M I N A T I

raps "burn ya down" like "shifting~cultivation", droppin this victory~calculation  I'm bringin "more evil" than a "vicious~compilation"// {{1}}
this is exquistit~punk~degradation, causin havoc like acetaldehyde in ya lungs~devastatin, on WCC chumps~ain‘t~prevailin// {{2}}
you can't even pass~me~by, cuz I'm blastin~dykes assassin~likes DA, Suspect peep our last battle and yo " ass~see~why"  (S-C-Y)// {{3}} {{4}}
lyrics last~in~psyches, I label you "dope", so I fill up your heads~with~"lie(s)", still you couldn't "truly" tell what "hash~is~like"//
The coldest~lips flowin~shit, producin ferocious~hits, turn ya into "skeletons", still you couldn't "bone"~a~bitch//
you strivin for dopeness but I'm ownin~it, you explode~to~bits, otherwise you couldn't "blow" up tryina "hold~a~dick" with "coke"~on~it//
I got more victims than slave~ships, debase~clicks and evade~clips like this was Matrix, call me "John Woo", cuz this crazed~kid‘ll "leave ya FACEless"// {{5}}
another slain~bitch you better "pay"~this respect, when it cums to that you disgraced~with "low wa-ges"//
you lightweight~we~stable, wanna "lock" this battle but you lack the "key" (ki) and you couldn't "drop good lines" "pushin a whole "pie"~down~a~table"//
you facin malicious~killas, missle~peelas, explicit~skillaz, wanted this~to~drill~us, bitch needed ANOTHER diss~to~feel~us// {{6}}

{{1}}: Shifting cultivation: Agriculural method, usin it you first burn down forest
{{2}}: acetaldehyde: One of those substances in cigarettes which give u cancer
{{3}}: assassin got the name "ILUVDA" cuz he lost our last battle
{{4}}: Suspect is aka SCY
{{5}}: John Woo made "Face/Off". In ILUVDA's sig it says "leave ya eyeless"
{{6}}: This my third verse dissin assassin

Kill:
Waitin for Suspect to show up...the mothafucka got 2 battles goin on...

@Ss@sSiN:
god dam..

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