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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//
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