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Who wants to battle flexer who
blood drop a spit, and i'l slew you again!
Behind closed doors, i can just imagine you in your bedroom with a shrine worshipin me prasin me//
But face the facts that your wack ima reck whateva is left of your life//
Pain is my game and through your lyrics i come hard like a knife//
It would be like i was John Travolta and u was Nikolas Cage, ide rip your "Face Off" in a rage//
If its war that you want well eres your battle-er a 1 army boy//
I may be young but lyricly i'll charge through like a ship of Troy//
When i battle i come tough when i bust//
I spit rough on the mic like the stuff on your feet called crust//
Like Pinochio, your full of lies and what is said in your lyrics doesnt match what happenes in your real life//
Slowly but surely you begin to stuutter as you lose your nerves and come to reality//
That theirs no similarity between us//
I'll burst through like the spots on your face full of puss, whe you challenge me you must be on s deathwish//
Because your vital to me like a Fish, Ide be da Whale you dont come better than me or bigger than me in dis game//
If we were eva to meet in a dark alleyway it wouldnt be a pretty picture//
Cos i'll have my mic ready and will be ready to evict ya!
Your lyrics are like sick, accepted but then recycled, lilmc your entitled//
One shot like any bludclot, who spits lyrics like sewage water//
It would be like you were havin a asma attack//
Cos u backchat, i'll amake u feel weezy and i'll bring your lyrics up through your mouth//
And then ide take your own rhymes, improve them,batter mc'z with them, it would be like u had improved already//
But that was a fantasy, that never will be a reality, between us there is no simalarity//
Cos when i emcee its called originality, i dont bite other peeps lyrics, i only use my own lyrics//
If u ever saw me in action, ide put u in a state of depression not by my lyrical selection//
But by tellin u about how you spit, your to proud to quit, lilmc this is it//
You never knew i could have a shot to get to the top//
Im like pringles once you pop me, you cant stop me//
Im like a drug addictive in so many many ways possible//
In my days ive never seen a mc as unstoppable//
Im a P-R-O, and when i hit you with my flow, my lyrics will grow like the nose of Pinochio//
I'll come charging through like Rambo, lyricly im like a cannible//
Realness, i'll eat you up whole, no matter how good your flow//
To my lyrics you'll never measure, the mic and i go together like two birds of a feather//
Your to my displeasure, to read your lyrics makes me feel ashamed//
lilmc your just trying to find a easy way to fame//
in this game of compition, i'll lyricly put you into subbmission//
you'll wonder why my lyrics are so deep, even in your sleep, you'll keep trying to meet my status//
lilmc im sorry to say, your way below da standards//
Oh may days, Flexa D here to play
So many deep lyrics, deep in so many ways
Its so clear that flexa, they fear youre at the of the charts im at da top//
my flows dangerous when you hear my lyrics you'll feel delirious//
Im being serious of me you'll be mysterious//
You'll wonder why my lyrics are so deep even in your sleep you'll keep trying to meet my standard//
Your despicable rhymes will never meet da standard of my prime//
Its a crime to deliver lyrics that i just undertake, i will eat you up hole like cutlery to a steak//
My explicity flows like electrictiy, i just keep on saprking of lyrics flows of lyrical flows that keep coming down like lightnin//
Your frightning to the ear deafinin, on your tombstone, lilmc a.k.a MC who used filler in her rhymes//
When you rhyme infront of a crowd cant you see the signs of them walking away//
Trye say, you'll never meet my explicit content//
My lyrics of them are constant, so deep they'll blow you away//
Like a concussion you'll be in a state of confusion//
An illusion tht you beat me in a battle//
Well my real life action is to ride you like cattle//
Your brain will rattle as soon as i hit you with my stuff//
Santa, are you really tough enough for my stuff//
I come rough, rougher than the shaven hair on your chin//
And i stick my lyrics in you like when i stick in you a pin//
True say you'll never beat cause im an explixit lyricist//
When mc'z like you test me your just taking the piss//
Im tellin you should type "$$$$e MC" in your sig//
You have the eyes and the nose and the breath of a pig//
Your like a geek think your making rhymes for the streets but to many mc'z can take da mic when you chat to da beat//
Im heartless, only lay da best, my lyrics complex like chess, the punchlines in your rhymes just sound a flippin mess//
Your like trash, thrown away and forgotton about, but i'll go down in the history books for the lyrics that i spout//
On the road at your show u cant even get the crowd to get hyped//
You should have thought about what you were taking on before you typed//
Damn! that's same weighty sh!t blood!
will come back at ya, later on in the day, bit buzy at work!
gone!
comeon lil
You may not think kindly, for me to intrupt your rythming//
but wait dawg, that stuff was just capsizing//
I know you are wishing... I was missing but u be frontin//
leavin ur lyrical daggers, out for bluntin//
trying to understand me? better chance being an amputee for the new recipe in my genocide felony//
cause mass killing is what I do from london to L.A to uk music,
crux be pwnin you//
cappin emcee's wit invincble wordplay, buildin tha pathway to doomsday//
You wanna step to me, do ur self a favor, put the pen away, Pratice origami//
you spittin lyrics like sewage water?, cuz they b $$$$ and worth less then a quater//
your shooting blanks in a soliders game, so take notice of the name, while it defames yours, with no counterclaim//
flexin you till u break in two, releasing the $$$$$ in you//
stickin u back together again, wit lil MC's wankjuice //
Your aim is a bout as straight as a roundabout//
so when your dissing me, ur prob dissing, your own family//
Doped up silly battling me? you got more chance at makaveli. laying buried in tha cementary//
My style is scary and rots quickly like dairy//
cloaking the air waves, with more camofladge, then bin laden's enclave//
Coming at you like 3d glasses, all angles covered an nutting but flashes//
sprayin bullets, from da mac10 cartridge//
My hiphop begins on this page I never seen a stage//
but that doesent mean I wont rip u to shreds, with lyrical razor blades//
a homemade, renegade with less saftey thana handmade handgranade//
lighting lyrics set to blow, like a lubed up gigolo on the peak of his show//
Admiting a halo, knocking flex upside the head wit his moms stilettos//
then pulling him up and saying you ok that was a nasty boo boo//
blood or crip, im both!! at the same time, beatin my self up, while flipping the sign//
a twisted outlaw armend with a hacksaw and regenrating metaphors//
you should respect women, like miss flex knock the $$$$$ up and call her whore!//
$$$$ing crazy since day one//
wen i jumped outa mums $$$$, and showed her how to roll blunts//
My style is straight dope//
u wouldent be able to visualise it if you looked through a telescope//
cuz wen i spit, 99% of emcess stand up and quit//
respecting legit $$$$, wit da upmost cost//
while smuggling flex's body across
across the lawn of the cia grounds, wit my ass hanging out, dumpin it in the back while hijacking da car going ninety into the overpass//
bailing out before the crash, and watch poor flex fly through glass, and fall into a crevasse deeper than a fat $$$$$'s ass crack//
So battling wit me, is the worst form of attack,
use your counterattack to reactract your ass before it gets clacked,
so turn around and take three steps back//
cuz as far as im concerned, flex got stretched to the max,
feel good getting $$$$ed up the ass?//
I could spit this $$$$ all night, but im getting tired, of setting new trends for you to admire//
so ill end this wit a brief say,
stop battling and spit ur rythmes in a nursary//
yo hommie, hit me up, get dis rust of my shoulders for my first post
Surprised This Kid Ain't 'Runnin' Like 'Yayo~And~Game'.. You Can't Even Stay~In~My~Lane.. Talk About 'Mad' 'Spits' Well I'm 'Spaying'~'Insane'.. 'Xurc-D' So Dumb He Didn't Realise Im 'Playin~His~Name'.. He 'Stayin~The~Same'.. He Can't 'Elevate' If He Loses So He 'Prayin~To~JaY'.. To Go 'Easy On Him' But I Can't Coz Like 'Cypress Hill' I'm 'Insane~In~The~Brain'.....
....You Only New~But~'Damn'.. Would've Been A Better Choice If You~'Ducked'~Fam.. Cos My 'Multi's' And 'Punches' Are Just A Few~'Must~Have's'.. But They'll Leave You 'Facially' 'Pale' Like A 'Blue'~'Moustasch'.. They Ask "Who~Bust's~Mad?".. "JaY!"... So 'Mad' They Got Me In 'Em 'White Jacket's' Like The 'Ku~Klux~Klan'....
ha ha dont stop! D-crux here cuz i bust it off the top//
of ur lame fondation, built with the brains of a 3 day old alsatian//,
insane lyrics, co joined insanily wack//
ajay needs to learn to shut up, and step back//
while crux sets the new trend//
jay and his crew, study religously, never showing enough skill 2 drop a half decent flow//
thinkin about running? ha $$$$$ ya stop lieing//
only runnin 2 be done is da the cum down da bak ur mum//
cuz u know crux just $$$$ed u over//
u punches jib and jab & u got reversed ova//
wit me swingin, cracking ur face//
your a discrace, ive seen better things fly out ass in zero gravity space,// cuz im elvating to new hights, while ur signing ajay into transvesties & male dikes, cuz i know ur secrets,
i see through you like a Zima, a cold killer droppin a flow so sick the legistics are visual, like telvision screen pixels//
spittin $$$$ at u wit the blastic charteristics of heat seaking missel//
i aint missin, while unloading, hollow tips into ur chest at point blank distance//
cutin da flow with no significance, it comes natural for the architectural,//
cuz im building a cage around ur whack ass, with the creditals to crush, to make ur adrenalin rush, before it cuts cut//
dont take it as a diss, cuz im a nu cat,
but lets stop for a min a face facts,
crux knows ur fake, u amount to more ass then girls at a concert justin timberlake,//
for christ sake, god why did u Send dis wack ass $$$$$ my way//
and why does he talk about stayin in lanes, he well orgainsied to bad ur lane just got blown up by crux evil rythemes//,
sittin smoking joint while i watch u beat ur self out, with the most disfunctnal flow//
for an emcee to eva spit out, so one time for ajay//,
im new on the joint, but whos the baby//
without a doubt, u gotta cum harder if ya //
wanna even attempt to standout, peace out//
yo jay, hit me up, u got sick lyrics, but sum $$$$ got me in histerics. up ur flow, cuz it be backing up like, toliets full of $$$$, so bust one back at me with some geniune, characterstics
that wasnt a battle, that was an essay writing contest!
Fool, the only contest going on
is the essay u write, on ur retirement form,
after crux sends u directly to hospital, with a snapped a 2x4 a 2x2,
so far up you, your a physical pinup
$$$$ cuz
there aint no bar limit stated on dis page, i could spit 300 bars in a battle if i was asked 2,
Show me the verse limit or the bar limit, and ill reconisder my opinon//
lol tru man didnt even botha readin it i aint got a free hour...Originally Posted by The Fool
Deary me D-Crux, i hope that little rhyme u spat was directed at me, your in to deep like sum 41! but oh well lets do this im callin you out, we gon battle, ill spit first!
Actually ill offer you i wont call you out, do u wanna battle!?
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