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Illicit VS T.J.

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T.J.:
yeh 15 lines.... ill be up soon

'Illicit':
whens the deadline?

T.J.:
i dont normally care for deadlines..... but lets say 3 weeks from now

T.J.:
Illicit ain't no dope rapper, i'll send 2 missile loaded speedboats atcha/
send this joke back 2 steps like snakes n ladders, hoe i'll smack ya/
broken back brah, my lyrics more potent then tokin that trippin potion/
ya rhymes are up n down like tricks in motion, fixate on this notion/
like kids raped in station wagons youre helpless, u facin a bashin/
your face i be smashin, tears out ur eyes be why water be drippin/
it's coarsely in vision, im tougher than sexually forcin a pigeon/
slaughter this rapper faster then money fiends be raughtin the system/

short.....of.......breath.....must.......keep.......rapping....

like wheelchair only concerts, Illicit's crowd remains seated/
now ya train of thought's depleted, i got a good rhyme source if u need it/
the last hot punch u had was the one i spiked with tabasco sauce/
lack of force is your issue, u so crap it's like rappin's a chore/
clappin deez 4-4's, hell no, i'll keep swingin my punches/
kickin this munchkin's ass til he develops a hunch n never rekindles his dumb shit/
im done bitch!

Kill:
wow, one of the participants actually dropped  :o

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