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Elite Strikes you Down

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M Dogg™:
Rippa

ill Crack ya spine in *half*, split u in *half* and have to hunchin *backs*/
*drill* my *fist* in ya pelvis like *sergeants* hitten *punchin bags*/
decimate ya bone structure and make u eat an *atomic waste laxative*/
then make u *wipe ya ass* with ur demo so u can say its *radio active*/
precise *ax* placements will *knock ya block off*/
Then kill your husband, beat ya ta deah like *king henrys* wife till your *head falls off*/
Forcefully make a vegitatian eat beef/
like tha dude gettin tha poolstick up his ass in tha movie *u in too deep*/
Whos cuccin with ELITE excelling in every aspect of Rap's course/
lock yall fake niccaz inna casket with your grandma so u can reall say that u've eaten out a corpse/
Dey call me dat Rippin Rippa da nigga who Rides out of heaven with a headless horse.. a dark *frightening colt*/
slit your *throat* open and have lost angel stab you with a *lightning bolt*/
i create wind currents from the equator that'll scorch you like *solar flare*/
get exposed to molecules of *absolute zero* and fed to a *polar bear*/
me n other crews wouldnt be even if we all live in a *communist economy*/
Getting ripped into a *black hole* still wouldnt make you *as strong as me*/
blinded by the quickest from this *thrown dart* will leave u with a *blown heart*/
clone u into *napolean* and then take your *bones apart*/
adversaries crushed with *weights* thus the extent of injuries is *mass* ive/
Rippa *eager* to be grimey. but hear lost angel out and you'd think im *passive*/

Lost Angel

From the top of the temples were virgins are sacraficed, to the top of the hill were Christ died/
They all say the name as future widows beging to cry, The Elite givers of unholy homocide/
This ain't Dr. Dre so you ain't get no beat to ride, we hit so hard even the Clouds are Traumatized/
Doing this shit so that all ya' all will realize, Elite is still the best crew ya'all just fantazie/
On what it's like to be on the top of WCC, that's why they try to turn my own people against me/
But to speak against the Elite is blasphamy, we the gods that rule over the intercity/
Killing all those emcees that practice chasity, naming the one that Locks Time in my city/
Leaving 619 deadbodies next to the Mississippi, dealing listens to all other Elite wannabes/
You can't seperate what we create, 'cause defeat will always be your fate/
And reading wishful shit isn't even a debate, 'cause in the end it was started by your Elite hate/
Leave you in Diego dead when you took the bait, you see what you want 'cause I narrate/
Now I just kick back and wait, as I get the Cloud dweilers to understand they only 2nd rate/

Rippa:
damn yo niccas sleep hella lot..itz nice ta have feed back.. one hunnd

Kill:
good lyrics, interesting disses...

.:TimeLock:.:
hummmm ;D

TiNmaN:
Good shit by both of yall.

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