Prolif:
aiyo,
check the archives, u get the worst crowd feedback/
dude begged the admins for a 1st round rematch/
what u need black, is somen' to make ya' soul throttle,/
some attention at home and maybe a role model/
cause ya' scripts so hollow, black, ya' bars start to echo/
Lif's flames spark and target through ya black market retro/
u aint ghetto! u trailer park; u only hustle lies/
thinking u finally made it now cause u own a double wide/
get ya' goals up, ya' lumps down, and ya' flows up!!/
u should rap about ice the way u punked down and froze up/
and we know wassup; - back and chest so pale/
shook! screaming S.O.S. - dude u S.O.L.!/
cause i specialize wit' u awed, in making crews flawed/
u specialize in faking & imitating Ru Paul!/
too tall on the mic for this midget in pre-school/
hey ya'll - i'll be in round 2 in a minute, so be cool/
had to school my pupil - give'm somen' to save/
but please don't call him stupid cause he keep flunking the grade!!/
Keets took a L on this test; got more bars than zest/
"BZZZZ!!" ya' wife just texted me and said i'm the best/
i would'a hit her back, but i was laughing from the fact,/
that she said u the first emcee to never have a track/
ya' record label called; they said, they'd never have u back/
ya' crew emailed me dawg; they said, they never got ya' back/
don't ever call that 'rap'! even though that's what u meant to/
ya' best bet - log off for good and work on instrumentals!!/
i'm in to burning mics wit' ease, and blowing up blocks/
Prolific melt Keeters keys, then i thow out tha' Lok/


Shakeet:
I’m back at it/ the emcee automatic//
Your styles bent outta shape like a flimsy Craftmatic//
I spit tragic/ like babies who swallow plastic//
Lif never Pro enough to follow my semantics//
My flow’s tantric/ sparkin like Buddha blunts//
When I’m done you can’t get to Nirvana soon enough//
I can’t be touched/ the Hebrew Ark Of The Covenant//
Be sure when you click my post that you got on your oven mitt//
I got flavor for the masses/ from niggas to pasty bastids//
My rhymes a healthy diet, but stacked thicker than molasses//
I’m classic/ Sha clairvoyant, you stay with the jurassic//
Your flow is dry and flaky, need some lyrical chapstick//
I know you Marvel cuz I spit fire like the Human Torch//
Lif talk a slick game, but just another monkey on the porch//
So I exhort/ Put some real effort into your work//
Peasant, keep lookin for royalty like Kool Herc//
Shakeet’s berserk/ My lyrics gotta nympho thirst//
I impregnate minds with science in one skeet squirt//
Like Ernie and Bert/ you sweet like Mrs. Butterworth//
In this rhyme arena, I got more game than Jesus Shuttlesworth//