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Topic subjectCza_Adonis Vs. BarTek
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12595, Cza_Adonis Vs. BarTek
Posted by Decstar, Thu Apr-08-04 09:23 AM
Cza_Adonis:

i know ya didn't expect for it to end this way
killed ya in a line or two in round two on the second day
young you a easy capture like lame little prey

i'm interrupting your style like a break beat
and when i'm done with ya you'll know you got hit with real heat
i'm wondering why would you try and compette
it was over before it started you came and left
cause i ripped into you like when the nile got parted


i'm melting down your sound station
why you hesitating looking for help
cza adonis putting tek on the bottom shelf
your worth is slim and none i could get better pop from a stick of gum


i got to end this ya know if i continue
then their will be no one left for me to rip into
got this wack emcee tek tied up like the latest tennins shoe


(i shouldnt allow this, cuz u posted it, but i'll buy ya story)


bartek:

Cza_Adonis, you facin a true microphonist, published and recorded,
what can you possibly offer in retaliation?
you still ventilatin from the second wind zin gave you,
my path was sealed, when i put my name down,
your destiny was written when you drew my name dunn,
you ain't gettin no props, you a hand down,
recollect, when ya took that pen,
ya ever thought you'd walk my den?
surely, i know my zen, i got dimes, you only got 1/10th,
imma put ya soul on ice, freeze ya, even antifreeze couldn't eeze ya,
i spit to beat deamons, you a lil willy but your name ain't beaman,
ya wanna get silly, imma cleaver, ya wanna get illy, imma liver,
poisonous, now do confess, you been laid to rest,
excuse me miss,
was this boy your son? does he have a gun,
cause ain't no led hotter than mine,
imm grimey, you right behind me, catching my shit,
fart 22!, fart 33!, fart 36!
im gassin you up, cuz you about to blow,
director's cut, you on the murder scene,
laid out like bloodied coke,
i can't lose, you can't fuse a proper bomb,
tek fashioned ya apparatus, wit a pipe for a microphone,
right yo,
FIRE IN THE HOLE,
stick it in ya fanny, hold up! you must be the hip hop grannie,
hippity to the hop,
cause i got this kid, on fucked,
and his mic on lock.