Re: I'm the greatest rapper out right now, and if anybody wants to battle me send me something -- LYRICAL MISSLES !!!!!

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Subject: Re: I'm the greatest rapper out right now, and if anybody wants to battle me send me something

Author:
andrew

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Date Posted: 13:37:15 03/25/03 Tue
In reply to: Big P 's message, "I'm the greatest rapper out right now, and if anybody wants to battle me send me something" on 14:19:21 04/30/02 Tue

im the best rapper out now because i was inspired by the b.i.g

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[> Subject: aight then let's battle!

Author:
c-14
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Date Posted: 11:41:49 04/03/03 Thu

i hate to do this an break ya heart,
but rhymin's life and dissin's art.

let me explain that ya really aint shit
nuthin but a lyrically challenged punk bitch.

on the fukkin mike i'ma break you
like if ya went to jail and they raped you.

should i refrain from bringin the pain
or steady maintain all the flows in my brain?

i really hate this you ain't worth it,
i'll pop you in the face and make you short circuit.

on the fukkin mike im the ripper
you ain't a real g just a fake jigger.

wpc bitch show respect
before a break ya face and straight snap ya neck.

you don't want none, can't win this race
i'm the real shit you been replaced.

[> [> Subject: Re: aight then let's battle!
Author: chris [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 21:27:04 04/04/03 Fri open up your eyes and come to reality cause im comin wit this fatality they say im gona be the next eminem but i dont wanna fuck wit him

[> [> [> Subject: Re: aight then let's battle!

Author:
C-14
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Date Posted: 01:35:43 04/07/03 Mon

step up bitch cuz i gives 2 fucks/leavin y'all niggas in an all black tux/bitch i flow quick, and my style's deluxe/ let all y'all pussies know what the fukks up.

i'm a houston boy, texas raised/wichita falls where i sit and blaze/think you know my thuggish ways?/ think again bitch, real crips don't play.

you don't wanna get on the mike to battle/you need to go back to your crib and your rattle/ ain't a cowboy, don't know shit about cattle/but my nine's like a nite light, razzle and dazzle.

i'm a balla shot calla, sippin alcoholla/don't need a crew, cuz my gat'll fuck you all up/in a fukkin beemer, i don't need no impala/don't need a beat cuz i can flow acappala.

i mean accapella, never been a failure/fuck around with me and be in a homeless shelter/shit like helter skelter i ain't never felt ya!/but my left and my right be all the fuck's that's dealt ya!

i flow so fresh, never guess i was white/fuck superman, i'm the fuckin kryptonite/i'm a crip tonight, nigga knows that's right/me and my nine we be lightin up the night

gone in the wind in my all black benz/smoke so much kill i ain't never see the end/step up to this and my set i will defend/pop you in the face and watch your back bend.

i be invincible, sometimes invisble/got kicked outta school for shootin at the principal/crips indivisible we never gon fall/i'm the individual be shootin at the mall.

next to last verse and the shit get worse/puttin gold rims on a smoke gray hearse/think you can out flow me but my words are a curse/i was only ten when i jacked my first purse.

took the bitch's money shit it ain't funny/come to my hood gat's soundin like a drum beat/this be the end, it's time to stop flowin/but i'll never stop can you guess where i'm goin?