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Round 3 Vs. Berkowitz & Stamina
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Semi-finals of Proceed with Caution. Came a little weaker than I should've but that's cause I've had shit goin' on IRL that has distracted me from tweaking my rhymes. Hope you enjoy nonetheless.
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Phil Osophy
ILLogical Records 2004
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Tue Apr 20, 2004
HipHop : Hip Hop General
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Lyrics
Aiyyo, my masterful super-honed flows
Can slit Berkowitz throat and pull it out through his nose
When I spit on the mic, I use a myriad
Of punchlines to put an end to Berkowitz like a period

Taking your words seriously is like a joke
Seeing how you sound like a Mexican Tone-Loc (Wild thing)
You couldn’t rock the mic if you threw a stone at Jordan
The only way that you manipulate bars is if you are a warden

Your flow is off like menopause hit you
Turn you red like the hammer and sickle
I’m a microphone master, ill rhyme blaster
Slicker than your slickest rhyme covered in plaster

Take your time, let the lines sink in like fishing
Hook, bait, and reel, and soon your carcass I’ll be dishing
Have you ever in your life heard a fish spit?
[clip of Berk saying: Might as well stick a fork in it]

[beat change]

Stamina, what do you mean by your name?
Does it mean endurance, or the plural form of stamen
With that name your rhymes are anther and filament
Stamina also means fatigue, so I can wear you when I’m militant

Stamina, I’ll stamp in a place you probably won’t like
And lasso you with the mic cord and leave you on the turnpike
You couldn’t write a slick rhyme if you had oil for ink
My lines properly connect while yours fail to interlink

When I pick up the mic, my grip leaves a bruise
When you spit a flow it’s a glandular issue
That was a low blow, no one to ref it
I’ll use Stam like the Statutory Term Analysis Method

When I step in the room, all cower including Stamina
Because I can peel off your fake rhymes like lamina (OH!)
Before you touch the mic, get a pair of gloves
You’ll need jaws of life before you bare-hand my one love