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LyRiCaL_SoLdIeR

lyrical soldja b dis females name// n rhydin pon da mic b dis gyals game// wen it comz to rhymin im simply da besst// ova rated emcee's ur no contest// i suggest// y'all get different interests// cos i run dy mic wit style n finess// no less// spit pon dy mic lyk a lyrical gun// all u bre's wana test? i'll test u jus fo fun// but son// if u wana try den come// but lyk a taliban ull b onda run// lyrical laydee wit a lyrical tongue// me a female emcee wit a high level of flow// u dun no me n u dun no my lingo// let me cut it up n put it dis way, my lyrical flow will smash it all up// ur chats will get burn n ur words will get buss// lyrical soldja b here n shez here to kurupt.

bless x

Justin Credible

Yo YOU can't bun me or ban me,
Im sort of like a male Banshee,
My voice calls women emcees to their end,
Your voice calls for a fishermen's friend,
I'm in the music game to leave a mark,
You "rock" "bands" when you "LINKIN PARK",
"No Doubt" I'm "Indie" never leave hats behind,
Your a rat!
If mans aint got hats you just don't mind,
Lyrical Soldier? Aint "EVER READY" your nick name?
And I don't even mean your "BATTERY" game!
The reason you don't see De-Feet much!
Is because you on your knees so much!
And you been on more heads than VON DUTCH,
Your lips should get disability parking slut,
'Cause they always LEANING on a "crutch",
And unless your auditioning for a "CASSIDY" role,
I don't know why you acting so "BUTCH"......

LyRiCaL_SoLdIeR

so whoz dis $$$$$ who calles himself justin credible?//rhymes aint worth $$$$ n his lyrical flows jus terrible//yeh ull b memorable//oh please, i wont even remember ur name//dis $$$$$ boy carry on lyk dis hel neva c da fame//thanks for the ''battle'' lame ass f***//u a fat mudah f******, in need of a TUMMY TUCK//to even drop pass me ull need pure luck//mite b a lady but id kick ur ass twice//u a deseised bwoi on pension with ur AIDS n ur HEAD LICE//man ur rhymes r weak, lyk sum under-grown mice//bout 'i get on my knees' please, ur a lame ass $$$$$//i'll sether ur brok head like theres a matrix glitch//'why am i actin butch'? das a line only a gay wud say//hmm was u in scary movie? go by da name of RAY?//ima finish u off with my last two bars//jus sit in ur tralor trash yard//smokin pink cigars//betta stop ur 'emcee'in', u wont get too far

Silveo

pink cigars ya kno

real

Justin Credible

Im about to come through your block,
In a car the colour of 12 O'clock,
You "SAIYAN" nothing heavy b!itch,
I got this battle sh!t on lock,
So recognise I don't mean Goku & Buu,
When I say you "DRAG ON BALLZ",
You don't even get booty calls,
The difference between us,
Besides a pu$$y and a c0ck,
Is the only way I'd get "writers" "block",
Is if shakespere moved in my building,
Your equal to theres something about Miriam,
Sequel that to you aint building children,
'Cause your vagina was made by many men,
So I'm a made man you more man "maid" dear,
Than Jefferry from Fresh Prince of Bel Air

MC_Razer

Justin Claims That He's Real But He's The Only Fake Here,
He Couldnt Write A Good Verse If His Dad Was Shakespeare,
My Names Razer, You've Probably Never Heard Of Me,
But Ill Do You A Favour And Destruct Your Words Verbally,
Justin Cant Be Merkin Me, This Guys 'Just' A Joke,
While Im The Biggest White Threat Since The Arrival Of Coke.

Blap! Merkage