MiracleRic:

"*DEADLINE*"

          
Like condoms, ya real used to dick
Ya should act like my bitches and…refuse to spit
My jewels is sick, these actors quick to lose they scripts
i’ll give u the blues and crip…walk,
cause this is more than my usual shit-talk
I spit chalk…outlines that outshines…
This bitch faulk, marshall, mathers
How is it ric’s fault u spit “awful” faster
U confused my hostile laughter
For a reason to stop talking at me
Cause I’ll pop off at ya face and im not talking acne
U nerd tricks is allergic to my final pollen
lay the wax on a vinyl album,
I leave MC’s on they backs minus spinal columns,
And what is doos doos (deuce,deuce), I rock 40 Calibers
I laugh and shoot, the black Gallagher…Im smashin fruits,
This is a Street dealership, ric speak real as shit, for a square rapper,
im so nice I don’t just kick knowledge, I send that ass a care package,
I start a sick college, ric solid, they gassed, so I spit liquid,


hdub:

"school is in session..."


queefs, skeet, hearses and hot shit
rics flows repetitive, whack, plainly not sick
hes not it- don’t you know rakim’s the god???
im a great white shark you aint shit but scrod
dub makes heads nod- while rics biting like a louse
smoke him out like an ounce and shout IS BROOKLYN IN THE HOUSE?!?!!
i bounce- through ghettoes and hoods like low riders
i might be the cracker but its rics thats prep like docksiders
these cockriders- they stay sweating zin
rics flow was hot then he started imitating him
im intimidating him- my skills is straight scary
huge and phat like your moms ass but not as hairy
lets get married- obviously you love being my bitch
you like a snitch get disposed now you sleeping wit fish
b-b-b-bitch- you hear me? or did I stutter
face me then go soft like you ruben studdard
ive uttered the illest verses in this battle
you spit straight farts like campfires in blazing saddles
my flows rattles shakes rocks and and also rolls
you cant flow cause your tongue stays in assholes
these fat joes, spit wannabe lean backs
but lacking yey yos they just joe craps
wit no knack- rics rhymes lack the vocab
he thinks hes blackalicious but ric gots no gab
its so bad- his freestyles are written and revised
i spit longer dick tho my shits circumcised
realize that tho you got 720 SAT’s
i spit 187’s you just some aint me’s
you hate me- cause im just so much iller
revolutionizing the game like im mj’s thriller
top biller headlining my names always called
step to HUNTER WALKER and this frederick falls
from the windows to the wall
i stay winning these brawls
awwww ric ric ric ric goddamn
awwww ric ric ric ric goddamn!
odd man- youre out! cause your skills been decaying
first ill fuck ric then do some james brick laying
hes saying “too busy to spit” ric just whines and grovels
i battle during finals spit in between 18th century novels
drop vaclav havels, my flows taking powers
ric spits whackness tho he works on it for hours
hes not hood approved like rocking eddie bauers
y’all cowards, me and nuke we the new twin towers
sonning flowers NFO soldiers scraping the sky
you scraping nothing but resin just cant get as high
just to get by, just to get by- i son you for stress relief
rics done - next time come - with something more than just skeet