Okay …….Okay OKAY we almost missed this weeks installment because well dudes forgot sent to the wrong place…etc … but we did make it never the less ….now this week is bound to be a classic classy battle between to up and coming Mcees ….Ali and Sick …opps my bad …his moma calls him flash so so will I ….and a cat that sik with style …NFO is definitely in the building ….. so you know how we do…






Flash. . . . . .


I always judge a man by the company he keeps,

An son, we all know you run witta bunch of geeks.

A bunch of weak ass punks that couldnt hurt a turd,

That never had to live amongst crooks and murderers.

Ya lookn purdy scurred, son it's etched on ya face, YOU KNOW YOU BITIN ME,

talkin bout "tectonic plates"!

My eschelon is way above what ya arms could reach

The base of my mountain? is taller than ya peak!

Honestly son, I dont know much about you.

But I know if you stepped, I'd beat the stuffin out you!

Cats might even say you ill, but it's doubtful

Iont care you lack heart, I'll still cut it out you!

Brass knuckle scoundrel come with blaze rhymes

I outshine stars like the Sun in day time!

For fun I break spines just to hear the snap and crackle

The last thing you'll hear is the crowd laughin at you!

It's actual, you bout to be the laughin stock of the boards

I unload the arsenal, they ask to stop the war.

I tell em I got more, I aint even barely start,

Like inside you mad sweet like a cherry tart.

The God's very smart, his foundations knowledge

I suggest you put the mic down now and stay in college!

I promise to be among the best the game has ever seen

If Ima Emcee like Jin? You could play Professor Green





SIK . . . .

"This aint East vs West, this is Least vs Best"
-Joe Budden


//if I was
you, Id leave the boards in a orderly fashion// ya
substituted "flash"ius cause ya aint seein the "cash"ius
I'M the Greatest.. explode wit super sonic rages
toxic like gin n tonics in amniotic stages
killin u embryonic- you dead before ya first breath// I'm
spittin Darwinism til theres 3 emcees left:
ME MYSELF AND I, and its a fight to the
death,// and underdogs stay under god in underground
depths,// though I write with the left I swing a mean ol
right// that'll split ya dome right and rewrite ya
life// THIS IS NOT A FIGHT- its a lyrical slaughter//
re-enacting sacrificial lambs to heavenly fathers
flash sayin prayers, its a little bit late// I
alliterate, to obliterate- illiterate fakes// ya lil'
litter gets ate, I hesitate to relate, //I
dont tol-er-ate lack-luster lim-it-ed traits
rally the hate, yo, Ima man of action,// cata-
strophic reactions- retract ya wack tracks son
its kinda ironic while I'm strippin ya shit,
like how you goin nowhere while you runnin ya kicks...
***I'll fuckin- I'll fuckin-***
pour gas on ya nuts n then I'll fuckin torch ya
you know the rest muthafucka this is torture
I'll dismember you, and roll you home on a bicycle
they'll remember you, for keeping a positive attitude// like
"look ma, no hands!, I just met a sik man, // he
beat me 'mano sin mano' and taught me how to speak Span'!"
hand to no hands, from BX to San Fran
I DO NOT LOSE, MAN (Yo no pierdo mang)
I dont give a DAM I spit a flood that pours rare// ya
welfare's in poor care, IT's SIKKO-LOGICAL WARFARE!!!

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