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and just thrown out
Of your house by an angry
Spousе that caught you cheating
Got you feeding all on the bus
Get on thе bus and try to get puss
It’s not me,

Bow to the Masta

Kool Keith

Celebrity Deathmatch

1999

written by rookies working Montreal Expos
I don't care if you act wild, bring your raps to the studio
I'm a get in your booty, yo

I'm a set up a bag

punching, your crew'll keep dyin
Play the music like orpheus
Sea-shells by the sea shorpheus
Listen to your raps, the shits torturous
Smileboy and finch, want

honeys all across the map
'Cause I'd rather bust a nut than bust a cap
In your back, in fact, my rap snaps your sacroiliac
I'm the mack, so I don't need

H2oproof

Ras Kass

Rasassination

1998

like (Chaka?) fuckin Chewbacca
Connect the dots, murder by design
Shit on your intellect, and fertilize your mind (mind)
Pull out the gauge and we can

the connections 
To the universe 
The future the past and the present 
Aboriginal ritualistic black magic in session 
When I go and then
Kick a rap with aggression

Epic rap battles of history!
George Washington!
Vs!
William Wallace!
Begin!
There's a difference between you and me, Willy
I fought 'till I was

A college graduate, yo I'm not here to fight
"I don't get it
A white rapper who acts white?"
But when I grab the mic with
The style that I bring
Nerdy white

commentary
I'm dropping words like their bombs coming from Russia
I said I'm ready for battle, and really eager to rush ya
There's nothing worst than these

From way back in St. Gregory’s (New born king)
 
To the unilag battle rap scene
(hehe)
 
You see I couldn’t fall by me fall
Clock it!
Yeah I throw

Dress to Kill

Killarmy

Silent Weapons for Quiet Wars

1997

woman)
Leave the Girl alone, leave alone!!!

(reporter)
There's a battle ragin' fueled by desperation, hatred and fear

(expert)
Now the principal language

undoubtably hard
OG's tell me how to be smart momma keep tellin' me stay on my guard
Snakes in the yard always keeping a close eye got so many styles I ain't

as a lake
Prepared to Takeover, compare me to Jay
This the type of rap suburban kids'll like
With a tight vocab, the verbals seeming nice
How is he nerdy, I

it up
I'm not mad just spiteful
Your album was so trash it couldn't even be recycled

A battle rap event? What a bunch of bull
They can't organize, so

nothing
But a women bustin raps
Who be the one bad enough
To come and take my snaps
I make the cream I got the money
Bitches yell my name
But the fame don't

Jill by June, you gon' find me in jail
Rap is the ultimate weapon, we run the globe
I'm glad the God's Son beef is finally done with, Hov
Benzino

the truth and not believe me, freestyles and hoods baggy jeans, my style judge by the looks,
 You gotta be you, you keep doing what you do so, shout out

realized I am Still In home
Imaginary crowd Feeling Them
Performing raps I am killing them
Paying homage to Eminem
No stoping this till my Maranam
Ethaiyum

smoking like a barrel blast or green in tobacco wrapped
seriously, why y'all trying to rap?
this is art and high fashion I am that!
effortless how I style

know they'll try to sit on it but they'll get removed by the crowd(God)
Prodigy over Mediocrity, I always elevate
Authentic over Mimetic, My style always

you or is it Deja Vu?

[Made Men]
Yeah, two thous', new styles, fly as fuck for days
Fry chocolate thai, high and shit for days
Benz 6, V-12, 19's

With that bullshit style, you're fallin fast, gee
See, I suggest you go back where you came from
(Your mic, and my mic) Come on, don't play, son
See,

the golden child incline with both eras
When I rap I kick a style
Martial arts kick with style
Smooth like a blues
Niggas tryna test you
Peace them up then

roll through 
You rap too? now that's coo, battle? do you like food?
I'll be taking ya steak, desert and the plate too 
Uno draw four there is no take