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|JEM|ILL|:
15 lines...
due 5:00 PM 2moro...

HA Lez GO NIGGAZ...

vitodeluca:
Jem, is there a reason you battlin' all your crew mates ???  Just wonderin'...

|JEM|ILL|:
Rush his spot, until his foundation's loose and shaky..
Ima crack addict, so 'line for line' you couldn't take me...
Fakely, M-Dogg actin gangsta....ya no more an over loaded boaster...
The only time you'll see him strapped is on a roller coaster!
Jem is straight simply admired, Battlin' me's simply desired..
M's Got a screw Loose?,naw dawg he came assembly required..!
Who let this guy in?, Im not lyin, This shits got me dyin..
Parents told you to AIM the highest, and I received an IM..
In battles u're always getting fucked, u in a whore's disguise?
Remember our beef you had everyone on ya side, so how'd my diss got more replies!
If you wanna be gangsta..stop text and consult glocks now
I search for Marty's skill...Yahoo said...'Results Not Found'
But Seriously Elite reppin, I wanna say you was tight son..
^Im not complimentin you, deliver that to who ya bite from!

M Dogg™:
He wanted to battle a vet, and every vet thinks they too good to battle up and coming peoples, so I figure I give him a shot. After all, I always battle the up and comers, well ToNe used to just try and battle other vets, and they go inactive when he wants too. Anyways, lyrical murder...  >:(

This kid wants war, well war you get, get the big trunk 4 door, 'cause this is murder by spit/
Like a corba, poison that spits quick, or like Jahova 'cause I got many that witness/
This is street shit kid, what you know at 14, we greet your split wig like a match does gasoline/
Leaving Celtic green at the murder sence, after your tosted sell you as a Boston Bake Bean/
Let the rhyme hit you, instead it can't get through, I'm the emcee that you look up too/
It's 2nd Nature that I run your crew, Like Christian Latner, you ain't on my level with my lyrical vodoo/
Inchanting, everlasting, the type of muthaphukka you ain't grasping, well I do my Chavez fasting/
I sink in the screen and am in the form of a rhyme, you ain't seeing things, I'm inbetween the lines/
Ready to strike if my punch you can find, only need one to knock you out if I try/
So with this I say, come on dogg lets go, watch the one shot I got to your throut/
'Cause you was wacked yet skillz you still claim to boost, when you tryed to get at me, you were hated the most/
A sucka emcee like Run DMC sang, using my name for fame, now you as dreaded as the rain/
Left alone when Rippa shot the spot, came crawling to me when the Elite got real hot/
The beef we had, I never really forgot, but like a bitch, you came to us when your career was on rot/

·SiNiStEr·:
<-- not votin.. tight shit from both of yaz tho

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