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VS. Dion Primo
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Peak #373
Peak in subgenre #198
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POETICKS
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A POETS MUSIC
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December 20, 2005
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beat 1 I spit scriptures these are my new psalms yall know the business check out sound click.com search Dion Primo download a couple songs and get your hands on more ass than oprahs draws/4 Ima expose the flaws I thank florida nicca cause the second you left Cali the states stock went up this is the new west now that Poes involved you been gone let me show you how the coasts evolved/8 homie lets resolve the issue go line for line and nine out of 10 times I bet mine'll shine you a nicca I will beat I got that real heat nicca I hold my ground like big pun in steel cleets/12 youre verses are real weak Im slipping dick to your chick she a six but she thick and babies a real freak skeets something she will eat got her fondling balls and controling the tip like she winning a jump ball/16 she just a jump off homie you whack how you gone rep for state that dont wont you back front on that track homeboy Im a murder you I been in your hometown homie Carson aint heard of you/20 you getting slayed in a verse two we can set-up another paypal see what this battle worth to you got you nervous dude you know my diss is hot Im really putting in work for you I want you to have christmas off/24 beat 2 Pardon me but how the **** is he hard as P want to see Primo out shine an mc Cop a Ganstarr Cd even on the hardest beat you weak with the spits so if you get banged in a whip it'll be the same way Pac and Biggie did Im really sick the menace will execute you verses written in pen reveal a deadly stroke like Luther your a loser play hard and Ill harm ya Im fly I just manuever off of the radar like stealth bombers/8 get slayed B**** dj quik couldnt author this trauma Poeticks is dead the new moniker is monster every sentence is insane my sinister brain administer pain to injure this lame till he's finished and slain with a minister praying i stay spitting this plaque This shyt is flame for Cicc Cel the tourney ended today my intentions to rain Rep the west you aint worthy Primos heart is in question like Eddy Curry/16 I bet he worried trying to serve me is suicidal task I aim rifles blast to your vital lines flat like Paris Hiltons ass killem fast for even showing up Dion's coming up short like Joe Pesci growing up(ok Poe enough) Im a clap thing at this drag queen put Primo closer to God's son the this months scratch magazine battle and Ill show you I grapple with purpose pile drive you through the earths surface dead in to hells furnace/24 merciless I spit abrassive and trying to play Poor(poe) is funny like eddie murphy in trading places face it I cant respect what will never be hot if a record exec ever mentions Sickle Cell I bet he's talking bout t-boz or prodigy possibly you should never rhyme as a lyricist you command the same respect as Kevin Federline you shouldve gotten a ghost writer and got fed some lines but they still wouldnt have been better than mine so nevermind/32 as far as talent you cant measure mine Im a eclipse whatever you spit make sure that you never shine
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