you aint signed by dame, so why you reppin the ROC?/
unload my glock and leave your block lookin like iraq/
its gotta stop, your wack rhymes n your silly brit slang/
you aint a thug, you a *****, i call you Miss Thang/
so "bruv" wheres the luv? on that B-E-P tip*/
when citrik on the mic its like a C-I-D trip/
dont slip when my spit its ya hallway floors/
when im lit unleash my clip n blow ya chest outdoors/
i got whores on all fours takin off they drawers/
n enuff amunition to last me three wars/
george bush-y when u push me,wont hesitate to attack/
thats why my face on ever cover in the magazine rack/
break ya back kill bill style, samauri sword/
movin weight state to state in the 92 accord/
the lord must be blessin every bar i spit/
cuz when i spit first competition's like "i quit!"/
its legit, im the best, wont settle for less/
lyrical finess to impress anyone who may test/
this U-S, united states emcee from new jers/
who gets respect from emcess, hustlers n entrepreneurs/
switchin up styles to keep all yall guessin/
you comin home im in your bed, n your *****'s undressin/
now let this be a lesson, you cant win - im that nice/
got you wisshin your mother had used a birth control device/
* (refrence to BEP - Black Eyed Peas "Wheres the Love" track)
LoL, yeah is there anyone younger on SOHH? I mean out of the battlers? Anyway heres my spit bruv ...
Wanna battle G /
Bumped Into Me /
You Punching-Me? This Ain’t A Bluff-Battle Ya See? /
You A Butt-****ing-Freak /
Cause That’s The Only Way You Ever Crush-Cheeks /
You Talking About Gun-Clapping, Coke Cracking, WAKE UP, Finish Ya Nap /
Cause The Only Plastic You Will Ever Pop Involves Some Bubble-Wrap /
Got A Whole Arsenal, After Mussolini And Kadafi, I’m Ya New Leader /
Swallow The Nine, You Cant Follow My Lines Like An Amateur Palm Reader /
Holding Ya Breath, Smell Ya Death, I’m Sweating This So-Called Vet /
Look At His Hands And Head, It’s All Wet /
You see im holding it down on SOHH, im rising to the top like a taking off, jumbo jet /
Son the ROC will put u in lyrical debt /
I have you figured son, i got u set /
The only thing you f*cking tonight is your bean bag ../
My lyrics will be al over you, like a TURNED-ON *** /
remember i said im like a jumbo jet, thats right i'll give ya flow jet lag /
His flow was tighter..... and his punches were harder.....
MORE ROUNDS??????
By the way... ROC!!!! I STARTED RAPPIN ABOUT THE TIME YOU WERE BORN.... LOL
(votin')
-khem
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My word is my bond, I'm just a can of Krylon
that rolls around the bus that you ride on
I'm a cardboard box breakdancers slide on
I'm a big clock necklace Flavor Flav first tried on
lyrical assault, my fault, but who woulda thought?/
round one left you fxcked up, kinda distrought/
i came thru and blazed you like a blunt of that fineness/
from here on out, refer (reefer) to me as your highness
i got that slyness, slick ass flow to leave you low
down on your luck, kinda fxcked like enron c.e.o.'s
most hoes understand where i'm comin from
thats why it dont take much talkin for me to come in 'um
since when does the UK fxck with mics tables n needles?
yall dont even know about rap, stick with the beatles
the little flows you kick cant even fxck with my worst bars
and you a virgin in this game, i got some war scars
more than a few, fxck you n your whole crew
it wont be hard for you to give this up - LAST WEEK was your debut
but on the real, im sorry for makin this your worst day
sucks you got murdered before your 16th birthday!
yo, i hope you dont mind goin another round, i had to kill some time before i got ready to go out tonight n this was the only battle i was involved in really...
With my mad "punchlines", you get smashed with insane Hooks-and-Jabs//
This Crooked-*** gets Shook-wit-Blasts for "limp wristing" and Looks-at-Ass//
CitrikAcid is gettin Cooked-wit-Glass instantly cause that's how long Rookies-Last//
Ive got him screamin "Cut-the-Stash! It's catastrophic the way he Guts-me-Fast!"//
I Took-the-Gats for Good-old-Laughs, watchin you scared ****less and your body witless//
This ain't survival of the fittest, I don't even consider you business//
You'll need assistance to get this verse spitless, your to inconsistent//
Your gettin -fisted- I -insisted- that you spit hard cause Im relentless//
Im about to end this cat, and show him how i hit-a-bat//
Na, only joking kid, i would smash-your-face-in//
Ending you is only one part of my master plan//
Im like nas coz "i know i can"//
Your now ended like a beached whale all up-in-the-sand//
My flow hits you to the floor, like you just got hit-wit-a-pan//
When i spit my lyrics, cats call me super-man//
I'll spin you in a web like spider-man//
My lyrics have just cap-tur-ed you ..//
Your mums like elvis 'DIED DOIN A POO'//
Son you say im about to get killed before my 16th birthday//
Thats off sh*t, i'll murk you like Bruce Willis 'YIPPIE CAY YAY!'//
Gotta go Roc this time.... Flowin was more complex....
Nice punches Citrik, but that birthday line was too easy... (below the belt... LOL)
Real close round but im gonna give it to Roc.
just to make the last round interesting...
(votin')
-khem
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My word is my bond, I'm just a can of Krylon
that rolls around the bus that you ride on
I'm a cardboard box breakdancers slide on
I'm a big clock necklace Flavor Flav first tried on
whos iller than citrik? killin rappers with a mouse click/
playin hockey with a puck n his ****, chewin a celery stick/
a sick twisted prick who stays lit like a wick/
kill your ass quick, smash your face with a brick/
this is it, the last round, winner takes all/
n i promise you this time it wont be a close call...
ROC UK - I rock, YOU GAY!
what more can I say? get off the **** of J/
while youre at it, bleek n freeway, too/
last week this kid was listenin to BLINK182/
its true, you aint hip hop - more like hip POP/
i might blow my top n make this thing on my HIP POP/
why stop? i might as well expose the truth/
ROCUK still waitin to lose his first tooth!/
besides, youre so pxssy you're verses sound like "meow"/
ROC UK's just tryin to be the next Lil Bow Wow/
My Lyrics are showering Acid Rain //
Buring holes in Citrik, and check it this punk thinks his a rapper coz his wearing a chain? //
Your lyrics are too personal, but still don't inflict the pain //
Ahhh ... You've lost to a 15 year old 'WHAT A SHAME!' //
I must admit your flow is like your mum last night ... LAME //
Your on SOHH trying to snatch instant Fame //
Son this ain't Pop Idol, first you have to prove that 'you got game' //
I've already have beat you, now im just adding salt to the wounds //
I'll POP! you rap career like a BALLOON //
Dont worry son i'll let you of the hook soon //
The Only Time You’ll Be Strapping Ya Arms, When Taking Ya Blood Pressure //
To Face This Greatness, God Made It, You Gotta Embrace The Basics //
You spitting like your mouth is clamped down with braces //
The Show Is Owned, Like Old Men's Bladder, You Can Barely Hold-Ya-Own //
Bruising You Too, I Got Your Whole CREW-On-The-Move Like Mobile Homes! //
Shake And Erase, Breaking Ya Face, You The Turtle In This Rabbit-Race //
A Closed Case, You Better Team Up With Khem Cause This Is Ya End Of Dayz //
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ROC Vs. CitrikAcid
