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Battle: Vs MC Masta T
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battle song against a kid on rap-wars.com....its mint, listen.....props to fallen angels for the beat
deekay skitzofrenik dazzy
North East Hip Hop...Skitzy: The Westend Aint Seen Nowt Yet!
A North East based UK Hip Hop artist. I've been at this for around about 4 years now in terms of writing and about 3 in terms of recording. I like to think of myself as a perfect mix of a psycho from a horror film, that geezer from a beautiful mind and a cocktail of drugs and alcohol...that pretty much sums up the musical stylings of me.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
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#4,709 in subgenre Peak #29
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Peak #1,008
Author
SkitzofreniK
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SkitzofreniK
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April 30, 2005
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MP3 1.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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i don't know how you think your hard out for the respect when your house has a nice lawn and white picket fence must be tough havin parents with a high income bringing money home to the suburbian kingdom you speak ghetto drama but you havent got a clue name a time a guns went off 50 yards from you lets focus on the name that youve currently got the bloke that gave it to you should be fuckin shot how original and witty, got it strictly through pity you rhyme like missy basically your stuffs shitty cant handle beef, you wiped the shit from your bored coz you know resolution had your stupid shit torn of course there was the time you also choked But if you didnt no show you woulda got KO'd your a joke and you know that your gonna get killed you wont get a rise from me like fake viagra pills fuck you faggot anything but a masta you got a bad attitude like nightclub bar staff online thug the internet is your life you got a white picket dream with acb as your wife do you miss your man, miss holding hands and do you miss him coz your missing your only fan your a rich kid stereotype missing brain matter you aint robbed nothin always been on a silver platter keep dissin the british and find yourself under soil your more irritatin than crabs burstin syphilis boils i heard you were wack but no i had the mis-pleaure you should wank on the mic because a dick spits better when verses are due we always have trouble finding like commando balls in winter you go into hiding fuck this shit not even thinkin bout the win cut you up in little bits like blind jews at a briss You made yourself a bed built on lies and bullshit interscopes new signing....suburbanite kid taste the grit, bitch bow at my feet call your dog block, thats the only way youl walk the streets, get it? hook x 2 my fatal flaw is that youve scored a rap war rappor but you'l get yours like a blood actin as a matador you gonna get killed but you wont get mourned (no!) coz the whole world sees you as a selfish whore (yup) You'l get dick rode, i know thats the part i dread but tell me how youl carry so much weight on your head (haha) when that weights bearin down il apply pressure to your neck and leave you christopher reeves, fuck politically correct if i met you on the streets you know youd get dropped coz i box and i box til i leave you in a box im a danger to your organs coz i slice at your spleen your fuckin little eyes must be sore from the screen you take a break get a little fresh air 5000 mile away and i still got you scared feel the pressure bear down, scared now you shake coz im gonna uncover this middle class fake! hook x2
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