Author Topic: {MIDDLEWEIGHT)-Ill Logikal vs Bez (Read 197 times)

da_notorious_mack · « **on:** September 07, 2003, 01:11:33 PM »

15 bars..
due next monday..

bez · « **Reply #1 on:** September 09, 2003, 03:03:19 PM »

I slice opponent after opponent wit ma razor bladed hockey stick so I guess I'm killin-fa-lesuire, I'm mighty but ain't no duck I just don't give a fuck I'm a villian-fa-pleasure//
Servin-hysteric-sermon's like bullets, sprayin in a harmin-way, by samplin ma "music" is the only way ya cud get near me, your like Erick and I'm Marvin-Gaye//
Preparin-hystoric-demon's for fright-night cos tonight is when the gouls come out-to-play, no rules its a fight-right you tight? HYPE!, leave ya body seizin like a dead porn star's spirit about-to-spray//
Claim you "rollin"-nigga-please you don't bang-wit-tha-best you about as gangsta as drinkin-iced-tea's instead of 40's//
Only time you been throwin punches is when you stolen-o.a.p's-g's, thinkin you can hang-wit-tha-Bez, man you bring a whole new meanin to the term swingin-fa-60's//
Claimin to be a don, only cell you know is your phone and after this battle child-line will be the only calls-ya-make, cos my lyrics will leave ya arms with scars lookin like ya daddy had a wild-time, why you actin so gangsta when playin pool is the only balls-ya-break//
Ya need a little pepper in your rhymes, ain't no doctor but I diagnose your lyrics need spicin-up, I got merchandise 7X in ma lines that burns your mouth off so in the future ya can't even contemplate bitin-FUCK//
Middlewight title surrownding ma name is what its gunna-be, who you takin-for-a-fool man to me your just a "wannabe", don't think you copped the koncept properly, ain't no stoppin me, I'm embarresing ya more than MTV if they was makin-ya-Ja-Rule, you better than him...arguably//
Go check-back-pages and see you goin up against a vet, stress vet of all vets Bez, now wheres your hit-list?? Mines Pac, Biggie...shhhhhhh I wreak-black-teenagers spirits cos wit bullets not lyrics I excist, let me tell ya not one of them hits-missed...bitch//
Ma lyrics are ring-like read em check through-ya-PM's, I guarentee ya face will haste-to-smile, reach out ya screen ya unable to think-right, a slice to-ya-chins before you can paste-the-file//
Ya debatin-ma-rappin when really ya couldn't bring tha heat if ya was fieldin-de-niro, Ya shits just an accident waitin-to-happen like rebuildin-ground-zero//
This verse is your green-mile your on death-row against me and your lookin like why?, you can't fuck wit this clean-style as far as success-go, how you gunna be the best-yo when I leave ya wit two crooked-I's (eyes)//
Actin all hard like Luniz, man you couldn't live through this if it had survive-on-it, by havin abs in your rhymes is the only way ya could have five-on-it// ((1))
Man ya so weak you quein up to battle me but ya ain't got tha strength to push-past, bet ya the type that claims they never pay speedin tickets, when really all thats in ya pocket is a bus-pass//
You might have cash but I gotta stash you already got a loss-to-me-fag, when this is done and dusted I'll leave you and ya spit sinkin in shit like ya stood near Barry White wit his colostemy-bag..........POP!//

((1)) Abs used to be in a boyband called Five