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This is part one…Instinct vs. Chattabox
Mr C.Box vs. Mr.C.Cox…
Im typing to recite this cos if you write like this you gonna get arthritis…
You couldnt phase me in the slightest!
Now here we go, people tell me if you like this….
Im damaging amateur characters
Im problematical like marriage is
so I have a stab at Chattas crappiness!
The rap in this, it brings more shit that Chattas nappy is!
Attacking with lyrical fists, hitting at his happiness!!
My dissin missions killing the thrilling that his is missing,
Hes dumber than Homer Simpson crossed with Peter Griffin!
So listen, Im the number now, send you down
With no B pronounced youre the number one from my cold sound!
With more power than that Chairman Mao had,
Dont undermine my trap you should mind the gap!
And Im rappin rapid raps, rapidly rebellious,
Your punches are weak, so switch to ballet like Billy Elliot!
Ya intelligence stinks and your DJ cant function…
When your raps sound like PJ and Duncan!
And I deck your set when I wreck ya mic…
Im gonna put you right, therefore, I rectify!
Come rain or shine, youl feel under the weather everytime,
in up to your neck, cos ya heads too high,
besides my rhymes go over your head like the sky/
I obliterate ya brain/ change your mind, 3times!!
Your nine lives are up when this cat stops!
Dont write at home so much, you gotta think outside the Box!!
stopping this is impossible, ya style is too monotonous
Im so ahead of you, you couldnt see me with binoculars,
Your like a window with your opaque charade
I dont need to give you punches… you already got panes,
Id say hes got no sense and hes blind like a bat!
I put a C in front of rap when it comes to that!
Man, you never vote!! Yo, I keep you on your TOES…
So….You cant HEEL this illness, feel the kill of my realness flow!
so hurry up, step on it, but dont trip,
quickly spitting like Im frying his lyrical wit,
giving him a grin, although I kick up his shit…
...Cos my fist that keeps his chin up gives him a stiff upper lip…
So quit, tryn to test me when you rap aggressively
Your flows cool, but an enjoyable voice is a necessity!
You got issues goin first against many emcees,
As Benbeat, Digi and Me have all seen, and hence we
May not win, but I care not! Ill still remain top,
Mark my words… and take your best fuckin best shot.
So stop.. leaving me more bored than waiting for a sermon to finish,
Whats more, your got Merced by a German… in English!
So to contest your best and distress your words,
I stick a ZIP in your lips and COMPRESS your verse!
I’m only going first because I have to,
This bastards smashed after I smoke him like a Rasta,
In this clash of ghetto blasters, I piss on this disaster!
Im the master but you can call me Mr. Master!!!
you think ya shrewd dude? never voting, I wont give votes to you!
Are points just way too precious to express your true views?
and I bet you get your crew to help you write ya text…
yet it wont change a thing, I fuck up ya Dialect!!
Yes, I wish I could continue like sex, but this is all the time I get,
Peace, check out the next…
