Shakeet Lokh Em:

I bet you twenty naira/ Soul fool with that funny fire//
Only flamin brothas see more skid marks than muddy tires//
To say you got skill is a further stretch than bungee wires//
Your poetry sweeter than a forest teemin with bunny choirs//
Skippin, singin it’s a wonderful mornin//
Well it’s huntin season homie, my shots ain’t warnins//
In the court of hip hop, your flow’s out of order//
Every script I write’s a ten, ain’t more dimes on the corner//
I read where they said, that you sound like Common//
Well it’s apparent they never did a MySpace audit//
Do like the homie Robert, keep your flow trapped in the closet//
There’s no teeth to your style so there’s no need to floss it//
Oh and thanks homie for sendin me your CD//
Cuz it make a great antenna for my kids t.v.//
With your nickelodeon text/ skill so little only depress//
Callin you hot is like callin a cartel a simple opium sect//
Sha nice 365 like a Goodyear, your tread worn like old rubbers//
In the next class of femcees, you are the Sole Brother//
Rappin about holdin hands, negga I’m on stage to bolster mics//
Your soul is misguided homie, your whole style is a poltergeist//
I’m sensibly/endlessly/ spittin fire tremendously//
Metaphysically/ rhythmically/ slay your Tennessee/ tendencies//
I rip you with Desert Eagle black talons, you shook how I bust mine//
Homie I’m intelligence cubed, I don’t deal with no Plus Signs//



Soulbrotha:

**Hiding place – Little Brother**

Let’s just state the facts…

Your similac battle raps/ are similar to short-lived animal attacks/
To put in plain terms/ them words/ ain’t touchin’ this cat’s/
Like manikins desperately reachin’ for Goliath’s jockstrap/
I slap-the taste out your mouth till you’re tongue tied breathless/
same as blind mice getting cataracts/ you tryinna spit my way is useless/
the-truth-is/ disrepute-is-allergic-to-my-ruthlessness/
just as the HIV virus getting infected itself by more diseases/
Who’s sicker? None other/I’m quick-to-the-draw/
Your flow’s once in a month/ I put your e-rap style on menopause/
Simply because/ you Micro Soft/ I’m strictly Word Perfect/
Forgeddit/I could dumb down the audiovisual and still win with no effort/
Let-it-be-known-immediately-imaginary-thrones-don’t-move-me/
‘Cos I-Lokh-Em-down-literally-meaning-I’m victorious-even-in-sleep/
you-on the other hand-are-just-a-geek’s-passing-wet dream/
Still masturbatin’ to the rhythms I’ve given after I’ve punched in keys/
board already is me/I Mount Everest this degenerate with everlasting punchlines
Audience looks fro-zen/ thought I was cold blooded/just told ‘em nope/ lunchtime!
Crunch rhymes/ defeating me is what FEMA means to black folks/
Trying to clock in to help the po’/wasting your time/
You’re kidding-me with those lazy paragraphs you paste up
Your soundclick spits always amount to nothing ask blank paystubs!
U-u-u Say whaa? / Damage I cause is enough to break jaws/
Forget an OKP/I unearth your teeth from the Roots/
And diss-Band your face from the front page just to erase flaws…



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