It's time I see you

[M Dogg™]

I see you coming nigga, now it's my move
The only way you living nigga is by giving up your jewels
And you paper, and everything you love
Matter of fact let me cut your figures so you can't throw a dub
You step up to me, and say this and that
Now I'm sneaking up ready to shank your back
You see you cross were we don't kill to jack
Fuck that, we kill to put your name on the map
Your bloody already, how much damage can be done
I'll chop you with my machete, you'll never see a bloody cunt
Don't think I quit 'cause you talking shit
I'm the one with dogg's to sik
On you and your no name crew
Only bitches go Down Under on a girl when they can screw
Your so soft, if a guy proposed you proply marry him
Well I'm out turning preditors to vegaterians
For you were the hunter, now hunted, afraid of beef
Maybe it's 'cause I knocked out you fucking teeth
The first time I spit, I didn't come correct
Picked up my shit, and remembered I'm a vet
Going around thinking about what make people hurt
You ain't a nigga, don't use that word
I'ma ese from bad ass San Bernardino
A Beaner if you would, gambling like it's Reno
Living a lifestyle more dangerous that a movie from Quintan Teritino
You couldn't hang unless your a gangsta like Gambino
So watch out, I got 30 killaz going down south
To New Zeland to hunt your ass out
And they all armed, the special Elite guards
Getting out those that fake they're god
Claim to be on top, look at every page
The greatest post were ones Elite members made
So sit down, you fail as king
'Cause if you the one on top, then you really just our version of Jay-Z

[ZILLA THA GOODFELLA]

Well......Here's tha ELITE again puttin it down as usual/
Every move we make is classified as crucial/
Tha7th makin moves wit tha homie Don Scrappy/
Fryin these wannabe crews like a stank ass guppy/
Ya wanna test my brush, I'll paint you straight out of existance/
Our styles iz ballistic while yall bring it simplistic/
Yall claim 2 claim all these bullshit, But we da only ones realistic/
A lyrical Picasso, maybe a little nonobjective/
All 2 show u tha irratants of life in my perspective/
I Might be careless wit words, but quite careful with meaning/
Flow, when straight foward is intervening/
But tha harsh is demeaning/
Tha lyrical ELITE increases ratings n' moves as the days go on like a chess piece/
All Eyez on us like an artist at his press release.........

[M Dogg™]

You little stupit bitch, your fucking with a real gangsta
Not the internet kind, but a real street star
One that towers over muthaphukkaz like Kareem Abuld-Jabbar
And don't speak again bitch, you'll never get far
Let me tell you something wigga
I remeber you calling your self a nigga
Just 'cause CSN was down with you
But in reallity, your a fuckin' fool
You don't know shit about American politics
And you try to be down, that is it
'Cause you little kid, You rhyme all you want
In the end of this battle you wouldn't get up
'Cause well you make rhymes that are high as trees
It's me that says fuck it, I write Ghetto Poetry
And give a fuck, 'cause I waiting to cut you up
In you back seat, waiting for you momma go in her trunk
Or waiting for you on your brother's top bunk
Say I have no punchlines, shut the fuck up
"Nigga" I knock out so many tricks, I'm the lyrical Mike Tyson
And look all you want, more rhymes from you are just biting
Shit you say I can't hit, don't get me started
Your flow trick, you must have lost it
Do you even hear a beat in your head
When you freestyle, do you just go by what you read
After the battle's done, they'll check the autopsy
Find out you died off of rhymes you copied
O-Zone, or you mean ho-Zone
You biting Ludacris, bitch get the fuck on
This fool looking for some confliction
Fool you better resign like Richard Nixon
And stay off my dick, 'cause the homo raps are sick
Played out and if you don't like it, then why you spit it
Maybe your expossing the truth about you
I bet you looking funny to your homeboys at school
Looking at their lips, OK I said enough
'Cause I know your life, All I did was look your name up
And got information you can't handle
Like how you masterbate 2 times a day in sandles
In your room looking a Playboy models
Mom calls you and your afraid to touch your waffles
Fronting like you hardcore, but you ain't raw
Never had a girl before, but you'd suck on Tim Dog
I guess that's why you live Down Under
'Cause only bitch go Down Under makes me want to chunder
You be the biggest hypocrite since Q-Tip
In that, you wine like a bitch
Yet you do the same shit I did
I diss you flows, 'cause you rhymed like a white kid
And not that of the Eminem kind
It sounded more off than Vanilla Ice
With this I think it's clear
Ice Ice Baby, it's time to chose a new career