Author Topic: Logic Vs. M Dogg (Read 176 times)

Hittman · « **on:** February 21, 2002, 05:12:59 AM »

I Ain't Battled You Yet Man, So I Thought I Might Aswell.

I'll Spit Later.

Hittman · « **Reply #1 on:** February 21, 2002, 05:46:33 AM »

Should We Say First To 5, 3-0 Is KO. No Crew Votes Aswell.

Hittman · « **Reply #2 on:** February 22, 2002, 06:09:19 AM »

You Can't Escape Logic When Your Mind Clashes With WCC's Prophet
Your Mind Emerges To Saliva So You Can't Stop-It Or Knock-It
Come Blasting Through Like A Heat-Seeking-Rocket
My Hunger Senses Raw "Meat-Reaking-Targets"
I'm The Rhymer Whos Predictin' Flesh-Eatin Beasts
Running Through I.E.'s Big City Streets
Killin' Everyone I See And Eating Torsoes Where They Lay Deceased
Logic Starts To Feasts - The Genius Brains To Gain Knowledge
Leavin' Them' Maulished, Makin' Emcees Minds "Act-Caged"
Boxed-Up Clashing Against Craniums So They "React-Raged"
Beating Emcees Brutally Until They Lay Regarded Of They're Ligment Compartments
Impulsive Brain Waves Vibrate The Vertebrae To Cause Spinal Movements
To Penetrate Then Brake, Makin Fools Paralysed From Massive "Brain-Shut-Down"
Feel And Hear Your Retarded "Veins-Pump-Loud"
Blood Pressure-Increase-N-Temperature Climaxes It's Highest-Degrees
I Won't Stop Till Your Breath-Meets-Death By An Abnormal Decrease
You Think Your Better Than Me, Because Half The Shit You Write Comes From A Dictionary?
This Illness I Express Digests-You-Best And Pounds Your Chest Tile Your Left Breath-Less
You Punk-Pest Who Fucks His Sister Comitting Incest
Your Hating Rhymes Are On My "Hit-List" And I Won't Stop Till You Rest In Piss

M Dogg™ · « **Reply #3 on:** February 22, 2002, 12:41:15 PM »

Once a WC Killa, he was our Hittman, You think you realer, Well it be the top Mexican/
Your a lie like the image of Jesus Christ, He ain't a white guy and you snipped twice/
The image of hell comes in to your head, Your soul you vainly sell and you still end up dead/
I now a white person, taking land like purses, burning Logic thinking like curses, and deprive water of those that thirst it/
Kill your families like the natives of America, Survivors now into gambling well I fuck your cousin Erika/
I crush you with my dominance, You fall to my prominence, I see bitch like Common Sense, You suck Get the hint/
You turn bitch when your name was sold, and now it's quick how your flows got old/
WCK with WCA, you turn sides and are now WCGay with the kings in your... (hey)/
I beat you like a minority in Mississippi, or a war vet to a hippie, or a dog Skippy, Stab you with a bottle of whiskey/
Take all prisoners and kill them like Stalin, Even millionars 'cause to they grave they falling/
Hittman, you could have been Elite, Instead you didn't think Logically and you feel defeat/

editted just to say this... Logic's old name was Hittman, and we used to roll on the old WC Killaz board last summer.