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Perhaps before you rap again
You'll learn to spell
What the hell?
You gotta use some rhyme cliches?
Let me tell you, it ain't well
I set you mimes ablaze

So bring your posse up
And we might start a riot
Blow for blow, toe for toe
Until one of us stays quiet

You might brag about your style
But just don't get me riled
Hostile, I got my file on my trial
Guys know me from tons of miles
Can't beat me, I'm versatile
With my guile, it'll only take a while
I rap you down

your rhymes are weak
not to be admired
this clash will continue
but right now i am tired.

Mind if I jump in this fight?
We can make it a three-way, what a sight!
Why are you shivering? Is it cold or is it fright?
Don't get too close now, I might bite.

Hey! I got a posse too!
It consists of me and winnie the pooh
But please, don't take his honey dew,
Or else he'll beat the **** right outta you! =p

Aaron,
Giving rap a bad name
Have you any shame?
Or are you lame?
I put the flame on your tame
Lines, this ain't a game
This is war
You ain't got any claims
To any fame
I take aim
At your posse
Me, crew, and dames
And they ask us who was slain
You can't feign the pain
When it's hurtin for real
Threeway campaign all over my domain
Can't be containin' I'm sustainin'
Retainin' all my acclaim
Maintainin' don't be complainin'
With this insane strain on your brain
They call me rapper's bane
And still I reign.

Me? Lame? Are you on pot?
Flame on my tame? You missed that shot.
You insulted winnie the pooh, you're in for a lot
But it was but a mere scratch, that's all you got?
Your expertise has rot
your burns are naught
Don't complain, you think I'm hot =p
Check this out, this you should jot:
You're epic fail, though long you fought,
is at an massive scale. Win you will not.

What are you, Yoda
With "win you will not"?
Ain't for green furries,
This place is for the souljas
I told ya, now don't make me scold ya
Punishment I doled ya

Don't make me come back
And tear you apart
Can't stand up to my flak
I'll rip out your heart
When I'm startin you'll be smartin
From my attack
Ain't nothing but a quack
Crack your jack with Mac-10 pointed at your back
Whack your pack, ain't no hack with the slack
Finesse you lack, gonna put you back on track
And I ride for all the f**kas who can get on this stack
And still I rise

I feel no pain
I have no fear
I don't get drunk
when I drink beer
I talk like yoda
'Cuz like him I am wise.
The smarter you are,
The quicker the prize
which is your demise
You spout out lies.
Your mother cries
Cuz you eat too many chives.
So take a dive.
You have no reason to thrive
Or you can join my hive
of those with extraordinary lives.
You can be a valet
To park cars near my chalet
You can dance in the ballet,
but can you even keep up with them?

Finesse I lack? Are you on crack?
Your breath really smells, have a tic tac
I don't have a jack to crack
unless you mean when I jacked tu mammy mack
In that case I did crack my jack =p

you can't rise,
You lies keep ya down
You need to untie
those things from the ground

You can't rip out my heart
there wasn't one to begin with
My soul can't depart from me
You're life is a myth

Word...

so I go for a few days, and what do I see
a couple of amatures stinkig up AG
i sit here thinking why I bother with you
cause I know no matter what you do your gonna lose
now life is short, some shorter then others
but you stick around here yours is gonna be alot shorter
so go catch a safe little chick flik
cause me and woody are tough as nails
and don't worry,
when were done with you youll fit in a pail!

Me and skater kid here to destroy ya
Leave them motherfuckers open like a foyer
Your gonna hurt now here come the paranoia
They couldn't object
or disrespect
The technique, Sweat me,
wipe off the sweat
Fight off the shit and flush the waste down
Into sewer pipes flowing deep into the ground
My purpose on this earth is
to improve rapping standards to some they have no purpose
Campaign in vain
for the same lame fame,
people obtain,
you ought to be detained
By the hip hop cops, locked up
no possibility
of getting out cause the shit you make is killing me
and my ears, and my peers
I hear the end is near, no fear
we disappear, then reappear again in a fresh new light
If you arent gone then i hope your ready to fight

Am I so good
That you guys go two to one
But don't worry yet
I'm not outdone

Skater kid, you ain't nothing
But a hater kid
You can go back to the traitor grid
I don't associate with these fake g's
Could go through you with ease
Bring you down to your knees
But I don't go around
With people not on my level
Your level's down under
He can deal with you, the devil

Woody, how can you share the same objective
With someone who doesn't even get invective
Or even spell
I'll give you hell
But the rapper corps ain't on your side in this war
Settle the score with you here rapper whores
Could implore but I abhor you who just ignore
The signs around you
You guys are blind, gotta open your mind
Need to be refined
Before you try to undermine the maligned
I'll be waiting

I stay sweet as a nut, sweet like Tropicana,
When the hammer hits, your head splits like banana
Your not ready for this flow
You better send your best soldiers, 'cos im coming like Rambo
More destructive and troublesome than ever,
I'll probably be doing this, probably forever,
Parsat wants stop me but he's lightweight like a feather
Its probable he'll stop me, probably never,
You Topman, Flopman, hard toppa toppa,
Come to me with an attitude, become a copper,
I'm old school like Happy Shopper,
I fight old school, bring your bat and your chopper,
And a First Aid Kit, and some antiseptic, this could get hectic,
I'm a don accept it, you got a bright future,
Don't let my shit affect it!

Now what is this?
You call me a hater?
I'll let that slide but I'll remember it later.
I really wish you had some rythmic sense
cause you makeing my muscles and ears all tense
Now my spelling may be as good as shit
but i wish you would get my point
now i dont mean to appoint my slef above you
but it seems you don't know your head from your ass
you got lead in your feet
and you cant run the race
this pace is far to fast
and you wont last!

Float like a butterfly
But sting like a bee
Best consider it well
When you messing with me

Mercenary, I'm firing out
With loaded words, reloading and gunning
12-gauge rapping, fronting and pumping
Best hope I ain't running for you
Aiming down the sights, I'm just too cunning for you
Double tapping, my four-five's up and dumping for you
Submachine akimbo, duel wielding thumping for you
Suppressive fire, hot metal jumping for you
Mozambique technique, put down any physique
Triple shriek, going on a headshot streak
Putting down weak cliques with the havoc I wreak
Your stopping power too weak
Rap replies too oblique
Guess who needs to tweak?

u chat like a true G
but u aint no Ali
you cant even come close to me
you sit inside playing COD
just making yourself sound like a sod
u chat like a neek with all the perks
try it in real life and youd just get merkd
dont chat to me bout mozambique
cos i am bringing the nigerian heat

i am here and i am new
but long i've known i'm better than you
your raps smell of a tragic implication
your own admitted declaration
of your self-inflicted constipation
and the public toilet, as your typing station?
i am fast and i am real
i look like a goddess but sting like an eel
i am the cause of the shame you feel.
i am bampai and you i will sire
because bampai is japanese
for the word vampire
so i'll use my fangs to pop your car tires.
i am bored and i am tired
so it's time for my career as a rapper to retire.