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SkillZ V. TimeLock

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·SiNiStEr·:
thats just timelock.. he aint a keystyler no mo'

maximus:
u got skillz skillz lmao@that naw kid u gettin some respect from me good personals dawg holla at me for a collab if u down or its whateva

peace

~1~

SkillZ:
Hahaha one more lil diss ...

I'll shove "clocks" in ya' guts jus' ta' kill "time-in-em'-self" an' this kid easily "over looked" cause ya' ryhmes-like-them-elfs !! //

Lmao - good batte  :P

SkillZ:

--- Quote from: AutoMatik1 on July 07, 2003, 08:59:12 PM ---u got skillz skillz lmao@that naw kid u gettin some respect from me good personals dawg holla at me for a collab if u down or its whateva

peace

~1~

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Thanks homie for something better upto date skillz my battle with ya crerw is prolly it

Jim Jones:

--- Quote from: SkillZ on July 01, 2003, 02:34:54 PM ---My glocks-leave-you-scared n' I got "time locked" like clocks-behind-barrs // I'll leave you "viewin' space"(seein' stars) like the red carpit flocked-by-stars // This kids punches never felt like after-shocks-on-mars

Start n' smack-your-crew leave you black-n'-blue cracked-in-two // I already "nailed" this bitch now your about to be attack-with-"screws" // You never going no where your "times-locked" shove bricks through your ears jus' to leave your "mind-blocked" // Breakin' laws wouldnt get your ryhmes-"copped" an' I'll break your head using "traffic lights" maybe its a "sign",-'STOP' // I'm jus' iller-then-you face it kid you jus' ah filler-for-crews // I'll "pop" your head n' kill-em'-wit'-"dew" leave the rest your crew "froze" n' you about to "chill-wit'-em'-too" // "Cuffin nuts" the only time this kid playing-wit'-balls an' the "hot shit" he drops usually stays-in-the-stalls // Kid its blazed-in-the-brawls I'll leave you "lost" in a-"MAZE"-n'-awws // You jus' fake like american-egale-thugs an' this bitch wouldn't have "dope under ground" if I burryed-him-wit'-drugs // I'll turn this battle around an "time inside out" an leave em' trapped-in-em'-self // Like gunless patrol guards you jus' aint strapped-to-be-felt you whack-an-you-delt // The only way you "feelin ah title(belt) is when i leave you cracked-up-with-belts an' have you smacked-up-wit'-welts //

Like blind children dressing i'm "hard-to-match" I'll leave you scarred-n'-patched // I'm "outta this world" to far-to-catch n' this kid wouldn't "bust shots" writting hes bars-in-"caps" //

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Dope shit homie. That was ill. Where u stay at?

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