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Sccit Diss - Infinite inspired me....

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Ebenus Supremus:
Sccit said he ain't no killer but don't push him
I called him out on that fiqqa cos I consider the synonyms a sin
He said he the one in the crew wit a hunnid thousand blunts to light
Talk bout burning money
I said smoke some weed
He say he always coming tight
He called me a square ho said I wouldn't understand though
I didn't tell him what I be over stand in or that I'm just a rare ho
The type that don't like it when fair beau starts to stare so I look down outa modesty but I've had my share of affairs dough
Sccit talking gurl n darlin
Sccit spitting bout evil n sin
Sccit just a kid in the big scheme of things
Catch him on his own he wont know where to begin
Dissin sccit is like teaching a fish how to swim
Born to do it
So fluid n fluent when I go after him
Poor sccit
You be the mac daddy alright
Big Mac  in McDonalds with them flows oh so tight
Dear sccit
Could I ever be as all knowing as you
Not pay any mind to my haters and be part of a crew
Oh sccit
Even though I'm just playing and shit
I get the impression that you don't like it one bit
Am I being a greedy fee who bleeds once a month
Don't trust anything that bleeds for week n don't die
Got that cuz
Would you like me to read your palm and predict
What's gon happen if you keep spitting wack shit
D.O.A.
That's a death sentence for you
Are you shame of your voice
Is that why you use auto tune
Dear sccit
Dear me
What am I to do
Should I quit with the sarcastic remarks n act cool
Like I so wanna be down with these kids on the net
Wanna go to my grave with lots of wicked memories n no regrets
Wanna stomp on some Nazis with me next time your in town
I'll line em up for you
Have ten of em layed out on the ground
Dear sccit
Dear me
I guessed I'll never learn
How many times do I have to be burned
Before I finally realize that I'm a peasant n your king
I can't rap
I can't dance
I can't jive
I can't sing
Damn
Did I diss the whole lamb FAM too
If I don't like a video I'll say so
So fuck you
I said ya boys look fly
Cos I like em tall dark n handsome
But I'm homely
Not homie
I didn't like the pole dancing
Or the hood shit in the mansion
You calling yaself a surgeon n spitting shit like that skitzo Charles Manson
Oh well
Time will tell
You just keep having fun
Maybe the other members were right and your just chewing through a trust fund
But until you come up with something truly original
I'm gon keep dissin you sccit
I don't care if its unforgivable
You don't give two shits bout bitches so why should I
Yep yep yep
I'm calling you a bitch sccit
Bye bye
I don't care if don't dignify this with a reply
I'll do what I want till the day that I die.....

Which could be a lot sooner than expected if you really are Cali connected...

TraceOneInfinite:
you got some serious talent with you...

glad I could be of some inspiration...

May take a minute for me to sift thru all these rhymes, I can see that when you express it doesn't come in drops but as a waterfall  ;)

7even:
Are you shame about your heritage or just to vain to admit
That no one wants to hear you spit bout white picket fences n shit
Are you smoking crack
Trying to act all hood
Like its cool
That mummy n daddy couldn't afford to put your ass through school
Or did ya just fry ya brains on that kush they be pushing
You be coming across softer than my tushy on a cushion


Tight.

Cubic Zirconia:
So I like all of these poems except where I call Sccit a kike.
Fuck White Supremacy
And I don't want him to forgive me coz that shit is un-fuckin-forgivable
Anyway
Yeah

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