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Dash's verse

I’m about to blow yo mind, like u sniffin a crack line/
then send a vertical context down yo back through yo spine/
I have to spit tragic mashing this cat wit acidic Dashed spits of monsterous madness/
So watch how Ric be grabbing a Bic quick, while I'm still statistically inkless/
any battle riskless, effortless I spit this knock out and stay on the grind/
In the nick of time raise a rhyme and blaze all ya feble lines/
The Dash man was born to fulfill the okay prophecy/
the rhyme prodigy, skilled in arts of dark philosophy/
speak atomicaly, as my furious flow lingers,/
thermonuclear spits consume ya scripts as I grip the Sun with 5 fingers/
ya wanna enter & battle me?....what for?/
its suicidal might as well hang yaself with a mic cord/
and I'll ressurect you with my underground creative flows/
obviously and cleverly show disrespect and get beat ebony-n-indigo/
So stay aloof or get abused when I come of the top like a sun-roof/
school ya like a youth and put ya body in check like a Nike jump-suit!/

Ric's verse

I pop-eyes when amped off rhyme spinach,
sprinkle Mrs. Dash’s ashes within the time limit,
im vintage, like shirts with Cassious lines in it,
"I'm too pretty", i do pity, the fool,
if there really was a "rap city" i'd rule,
king zin? I pawned him,
burnin MC’s like my mic, had no condom,
causin dash cervical damage,
have u servin a sammich,
for ruben studdard,
he said he wanted a Rubin… Buttered,
im eatin like an American Idol,
cuttin bitches like i read the ceasarian bible,
look at the power of easter, my leans’ like the tower of Pisa,
my rhymes harder then Osama tryin to aquire a Visa,
this is the hour to feast ya…eyes, on sonic images,
the weak MC pays me homage through demonic phonic hemorrhages,
quickly shit on dash without wiping,
put a scalpel to his adams apple if its not ripened,
at my chapel sacrificing lyrical virgins,
all rise, here come the Miracle Surgeon,
my flow is like slave spirituals mergin
with Bossa Nova, lost composure,
could cost exposure to my phallic soldier
fuck a vote, Ric is Czar, the ballots over