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Now_Im_Not_Banned:

--- Quote from: M Dogg on April 16, 2004, 05:49:34 AM ---Glad to see Tech back.

Sccit Killa 1, 2, and next up 3, 'cause I expose all phoney emcees/
Trying to sting like killa bees, but now you run into the Elite/
Homeboy let stop and pause for a minute, you so pussy every member going up in it/
I make ghost on tracks, I'll show you want ghost is/
Have you so ghost you being prayed for by frighten kids/
M Dogg, ghost maker 'cause I'm a lyrical killing fiend/
Well you the next ghost story on Halloween/
Don't make Sccit Killa 3 release, 'cause I can murder on wax/
Battle on beats or read off page, I still make physical contact/

--- End quote ---

I've beaten you a million times, with your nursery rhymes//
And your grammars fuckin whack, shit, it's worser than mines//
Reversin' through time, so I can see Mdogg when he was younger//
Make him go to school to learn English, unlike his mother//
Rhyme flutters, 5 opponents I guttered with my butter knife, fuckers//
And Sinister's talking shit when he's gayer than his avatar//
I ain't clownin' around, I will slay you with my savage bars...

Code Blue:

--- Quote from: King Tech Quadafi on April 14, 2004, 05:29:53 PM ---A lil on the spot, off the top, from the most elite of MCs, the creme of the crop

Allow me to introduce my self/
Im Mr. Put a Deuce to chests, drain blood, Reduce ya health/
Separate the real and the skilled, reduce the rest/
Leave the scent of blood in the room, if u aint used to flesh/
I got a rope with a knot, if you tryin to overpower mine/
Leave u hangin like MJ 3 seconds after he leave the foul line/
I breathe some foul rhymes, I spit some dirty shit/
Like rolling through a barrio, yelling out "Dirty Spics"/
Yeah I know I dont get the love I deserve/
But that make me stay hungry, stay wanting to put mouths on curbs/
Still got no props from the system/
But I fucks these bitches while they sleepin
like Date Rape victims/

You wanna test Tech kid, I dont believe it/
You'll have better luck checkin the mother of Jesus,
for sexually transmitted diseases/
My mind freezes when asked who'se fresh nowadays/
All ya styles is played, like Reeboks and high top fades/
Aint noone taking ya threats serious, dog so why rhyme it?/
Diss you on ya own beat and have every MC in ya crew co sign it/
Im so violent, you too fragile to know the thoughts I think/
And ya lungs is too delicate to know about the shots I drink/
Ya want beef? Ya speakin names? I show u how the .44 spin/
On my dick un neccessarily like circumsized foreskin/
Once the mics loaded and the scope's focused/
You played out and hopeless/
Wanna know who wrote this? Quote the dopest/

--- End quote ---

Tight shit.

"Like rolling through a barrio, yelling out "Dirty Spics"/"

That shit had me rollin'.

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