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WCC Cup... Gareefa vs. Lyrical Master (Gareefa Won)

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M Dogg™:
Alright, this is the first round of the WCC Cup. The winner stays, the loser can go home. But there is a wild card spot, so maybe the loser can return, we'll see. But you'll go against a Hall of Famer in TimeLock, so good luck with that. Rules...

bar max - 10 (I ain't reading over 160 bars to judge, trust me, go over and get DQed, sorry)
Due by Tuesday, June 17, 2003
I judge, but if you think that I was unfair, you can ask for a 2nd opinion, and I'll get another vet to make the call. After all, I'm judging 16 verses at once, kind of hard. So good luck.

Disceptive AssAssin:
checkin in for the wreckin

Reef:
i unleash rhymes callibrated and in tune with destroying-disception/
Gareefa fuckin wit you 'head' like a bitch toyin-with-your-errection/
you'll be scared to look at your-own-reflection after fuckin wit me/
your low self asteem makes you prone-to-rejection but lets now go in a different direction/
came off the steets, and pounce-from-and injection/
you bonce-onto-the-connection just a young-g.. you beat-tech haha but not me/
i kick you to the curb, leave you a complete wreck/
break your neck, no disrespec but you spit like-a-virgin/
not tight, but scared when you see somethin big, after me you gon need dyke-n-surgeon/
the dyke - to turn you straight-again and the surgeon to make sure u dont desercrate-the-men/

No beef man.. peace

EDIT: Just addin the /'s for bars... peace

Disceptive AssAssin:
Awww shit... uhh not much to say about this... i let my verse talk for me... great to beback up in this ish... been a long time running...

Roaches... aiight here comes the raid

Outta DA you was labled the weakest, disceptions back so everybody peep this/
Ya poetry doesnt inspire to do anything but laugh/
Meet-in-my-path, i drop the mic and hand you-ya-ass/
Pending-to-blast, should i slide eights threw ya face?/
You was never any good at battles.. and aint shit change/
Yous a half as nigga, plus im fucking-ya-dame/
Bustin her brains, bed sheets leave crusty-stains/
Taking-names, you at the top of the list/
You shot but you missed, fell down from my diss, outta of the tourney you pissed?/
Give it up dogg its over, i just ripped ya ass and i aint never sober/

Reef:
Good verse man.. May the best emcee win  8)

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