This is the offishal Wednesday night jump off with ya man Zugga Zin in one corner with audio we got the current king of the ring PROLIF and the challenger WHATEVA … but don’t get it twisted he far from a Passé rhymer which makes this a battle to see ……





LIF>>>

(audio link)
http://www.soundclick.com/util/getplayer.m3u?id=2912389&q=hi

yo, 1st things 1st, let me paint a clear view/
anytime i see you, it'll be in my rear view/
now i got that out the way, what i got on my plate?/
oh nah, he outta place, i'll check'em out at his wake/
Philly's most phoney, it might be that u been fake/
so i'mma drag ya name from 9th Street up to Ben Frank/
and write til ya pen break/
but u could never touch tha boy even if u stretched out wit ya limbs straight/
u couldn't win if i spit mute like i been hoarse/
look! 1st pay ya dues, I'mma send u a invoice/
flow keeps my pen moist/
And don't be getting all mad at me dawg, cuz this battle was Zin's choice/
of course, it aint no safe haven/
so i suggest u evacuate my borders now - i'm Ray Nagin/
and stop playin on my mic - crowds never receive u/
u starting to make me wish that i never concieved u/
cause lately, ya flow been looking mighty familiar/
when before i dropped, cats were saying how they aint feel ya/
fo real bruh, u my seed and i live to birth foes/
don't be the next emcee Lif send to lurk mode/
i do landslide numbers, got u screaming for mis-counts/
fo' real, i'll hook u up yo and i'ont mean a dis-count/
have u hanging up by tha mic chord from ya rectum/
and we can take it live to the front row at the Spectrum/
to Whateva u pop, i'm like "Whateva, whatnot"/
and Whateva u not is like Whateva i got/
got ya crew saying Whateva u drop are big "ifs"/
you might can spit a little, but not like Big Lif/
he the best to put it down, u wanna do rounds like him/
and now u only getting pounds cause u kinda sound like him/
u cloudy - i got a pristene flow steeze/
how u better pound for pound? u weigh 15 O-Z's/
you owe me - like i been through apartheid/
cause i'm your only chance u got to make it to archives!/
i do more than just warm it up, yup, i farenheight it/
and if ya lil cough flow is sick, then i got laryngitis/



Whateva >>>>


Prolif, I received ya message, first off, I'm not a fag
Secondly, you not allowed to inbox a white flag
You ran ya course, ya time short, like bees without a stinger
Now, you grabbing less attention than a phone without a ringer
schemer, Like BIG said about ya girl, don't bring her
I Been in wifey more times than her index fingers
You unstable Lif don't step to me without a bannister
I'm enlightening, Enclopedia Brown and Brittannica
the whack banisher, in night-clubs, I sun you
don't ask for a deal nigga, the stanzas gon' run you
I gun you in a frozen tundra, I'm thunder,
the everliving, I battling these cats, like mumra
nix the fif, when you brawl, come strapped with a will
leave ya head impailed, on a pole, in a park, in Chapel Hill
This is going for the kill, spittin for the next meal
Here's to Lif, and his fate, and the airtight seal
To no frills, to mo deals, to MC's that's sick of me
The chills, you feel geeked, its that icesickle speak
I'm a PRO that LIFt minds I rhyme FICkle to the T
How could you call yaself something that best describes ME....

Whateva the pace setter. Holla!!