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Street Pharmacist vs Wild bill(STREET)
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- Street Pharmacist
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Street Pharmacist vs Wild bill(STREET)
Lets go u little girl
10-16 bars
ima drop first,u got 24hrs to drop after.
10-16 bars
ima drop first,u got 24hrs to drop after.

- Street Pharmacist
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your bitch ass wouldnt stand a chance,you about to shit in your pants
the wrong steps will fuck up ur dance,ill fuck up u and ur mans,like gangstar ill leave u right where u stand/
u dumb rat,the shells will have you stuck to the wall like a thumb tack
no ressurection,u aint gonna come back,ima finish you like mortal combat
u still dreamin,while i been there,done that/
im just rhymin for fun,and ima bout to make this pussy bleed
like its her time of the month, u officialy my son,but u aint my seed,lyricaly u just got done
u feine,i got what you need,you bum,homie belive im the one,ill murder you,no need in no gun/
u toled me to call you out,for you is suicide,for me? not homicide,why? cuz
bill wanna die,by the time u realize,u living a lie,u will already be crusified alive
haha,u better pray to allah that u dont get killed by this guy/
tell me what u want i dont care,these lines will burn u like hell
before u even make it there,beware and prepare,i kno you scared,so grow a pair
cuz living like a bitch isnt gonna take u no where,sometimes life aint fair/
ashamed of urself u would face ur back to the mirror,but yet u wanna go against a killa?
and even if i died ill raise my self from the grave like thriller,nigga u aint realer/
runnin like a bitch when i squeeze them triggers,u similar to strawberry and vanilla,you is a sweet ass nigga
talkin that shit will leave ur lips lookin bigger then jigga's (jay-z)/
this bitch brung his boy to the site,they both rappin about they wanna fight
im like wtf is yall mind right? so i had to put em on check,like nike's,my flow is like spandex its tight,alright b?/
how am i biten ur rhymes? thats a sorry excuse,some body call the cops this is child abuse
this little nigga dont wanna get slaped with the duece duece,im a emcee predator let on the loose/
shit aint cute,u broke the rules,u choosed to pay the dues
i dont give a fuck who is you,now u gonna sit there and look like a fool/
your fuckin trash and i aint even dissin ya,im the lyrical commissioner
u blow more than air condioner,i dont gotta try like a shredder to start rippin ya/
i aint a scared to bust the 9,ill pull out the gat ''make it clap'' like busta rhymes,
u broke nigga get on your grind,i mean sell weight or somethin,not just some knicks and dimes
if shiten on you was a crime,shit i think ill be doiin some time
,ill have 50 cal shells hit ur chest in a parralel line,u can say im the devil raisin hell at his prime/
if i flash u the desy,you will gasp! then hit the 100 mile dash,fast,cuz u dont wanna get blast
keep talkin shit and that trash,there wouldnt be no difference if i glued ur lips to ur ass/
my level u cant pass,cuz homie u aint in that class,and fuckin wit a vet
can get ur ass waxed,shut up and sit back and relax,u aint packin no gats,oh u are? where the guns at!?/
you frontin fuckin rat,ill spit in ur face and you wouldnt do nothing after that,fake niggas get no daps
perhaps i suggest you get claped,n ill laugh while ur body collapse
ill smoke you till u a roach,im the coach,a team of grimey niggas that will get you poked
drilled with a thousand bolts,light u up,body lookin like it got struck by a lightinin volt
i wont hesitate to a approach,the shells will have u feelin like u high on dope,when u see the burner
u will be ''running back'' like james from the ''colts'',let this be a lesson..thats all folks.
the wrong steps will fuck up ur dance,ill fuck up u and ur mans,like gangstar ill leave u right where u stand/
u dumb rat,the shells will have you stuck to the wall like a thumb tack
no ressurection,u aint gonna come back,ima finish you like mortal combat
u still dreamin,while i been there,done that/
im just rhymin for fun,and ima bout to make this pussy bleed
like its her time of the month, u officialy my son,but u aint my seed,lyricaly u just got done
u feine,i got what you need,you bum,homie belive im the one,ill murder you,no need in no gun/
u toled me to call you out,for you is suicide,for me? not homicide,why? cuz
bill wanna die,by the time u realize,u living a lie,u will already be crusified alive
haha,u better pray to allah that u dont get killed by this guy/
tell me what u want i dont care,these lines will burn u like hell
before u even make it there,beware and prepare,i kno you scared,so grow a pair
cuz living like a bitch isnt gonna take u no where,sometimes life aint fair/
ashamed of urself u would face ur back to the mirror,but yet u wanna go against a killa?
and even if i died ill raise my self from the grave like thriller,nigga u aint realer/
runnin like a bitch when i squeeze them triggers,u similar to strawberry and vanilla,you is a sweet ass nigga
talkin that shit will leave ur lips lookin bigger then jigga's (jay-z)/
this bitch brung his boy to the site,they both rappin about they wanna fight
im like wtf is yall mind right? so i had to put em on check,like nike's,my flow is like spandex its tight,alright b?/
how am i biten ur rhymes? thats a sorry excuse,some body call the cops this is child abuse
this little nigga dont wanna get slaped with the duece duece,im a emcee predator let on the loose/
shit aint cute,u broke the rules,u choosed to pay the dues
i dont give a fuck who is you,now u gonna sit there and look like a fool/
your fuckin trash and i aint even dissin ya,im the lyrical commissioner
u blow more than air condioner,i dont gotta try like a shredder to start rippin ya/
i aint a scared to bust the 9,ill pull out the gat ''make it clap'' like busta rhymes,
u broke nigga get on your grind,i mean sell weight or somethin,not just some knicks and dimes
if shiten on you was a crime,shit i think ill be doiin some time
,ill have 50 cal shells hit ur chest in a parralel line,u can say im the devil raisin hell at his prime/
if i flash u the desy,you will gasp! then hit the 100 mile dash,fast,cuz u dont wanna get blast
keep talkin shit and that trash,there wouldnt be no difference if i glued ur lips to ur ass/
my level u cant pass,cuz homie u aint in that class,and fuckin wit a vet
can get ur ass waxed,shut up and sit back and relax,u aint packin no gats,oh u are? where the guns at!?/
you frontin fuckin rat,ill spit in ur face and you wouldnt do nothing after that,fake niggas get no daps
perhaps i suggest you get claped,n ill laugh while ur body collapse
ill smoke you till u a roach,im the coach,a team of grimey niggas that will get you poked
drilled with a thousand bolts,light u up,body lookin like it got struck by a lightinin volt
i wont hesitate to a approach,the shells will have u feelin like u high on dope,when u see the burner
u will be ''running back'' like james from the ''colts'',let this be a lesson..thats all folks.

- Omega Bill
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24 hours? You gotta be kiddin, How bout a couple minutes
Unlike you, lookin up lines, right after I think it I spit it
Street you dont know how this rap game go,
with your weak rhymes and your AIDS ridden flow
Imma burn your mind into a mundane state,
then Im gonna take you out your life an make your soul levitate
Turn your lips blue make your skin turn clammy,
after I eliminate you Imma go after your whole famly
Karmas a bitch, and youll get it in due time
Only reason you think your good is cause you steal lines
Ive caught you time and again recyclin like a plastic bottle
You come off as soft, and I go full throttle
Only reasons you even get ideas is lookin at other talent
I give you an F + for effort, at rap, you done failed it
A spic actin like a nigga, never seen that befo
Only thing you know how to do is pull weeds an mow
Boy jump on your tractor and give my lawn a few rides
Ayo everybody, dont hate on him too bad, atleast he tries
You gotta incorporate rappers in your bars because you lack originality
While I do my thing and fly above all the rest and defy laws of gravity
I hope you believe in Heaven, flyin with the angels,
after I hang you from a street post while your body dangles
Have your blood leakin onto the street beneath,
no dental records for you boy Ill kick out all your teeth
Singe off your fingertips so theyll never know who that be,
But everyone will know the real killa round here is me
6 feet under in a 7 by 7 dirt cave,
find out where they bury your ass and take a shit on your grave
It's a damn shame you wasted talent, heard better raps from niece
Headlines of tomorrow read "Street Pharmacist: Rest In Peace"
No sleep for the wicked, no respect for the fakes,
ah what a sweet sound that Winner bell makes
Unlike you, lookin up lines, right after I think it I spit it
Street you dont know how this rap game go,
with your weak rhymes and your AIDS ridden flow
Imma burn your mind into a mundane state,
then Im gonna take you out your life an make your soul levitate
Turn your lips blue make your skin turn clammy,
after I eliminate you Imma go after your whole famly
Karmas a bitch, and youll get it in due time
Only reason you think your good is cause you steal lines
Ive caught you time and again recyclin like a plastic bottle
You come off as soft, and I go full throttle
Only reasons you even get ideas is lookin at other talent
I give you an F + for effort, at rap, you done failed it
A spic actin like a nigga, never seen that befo
Only thing you know how to do is pull weeds an mow
Boy jump on your tractor and give my lawn a few rides
Ayo everybody, dont hate on him too bad, atleast he tries
You gotta incorporate rappers in your bars because you lack originality
While I do my thing and fly above all the rest and defy laws of gravity
I hope you believe in Heaven, flyin with the angels,
after I hang you from a street post while your body dangles
Have your blood leakin onto the street beneath,
no dental records for you boy Ill kick out all your teeth
Singe off your fingertips so theyll never know who that be,
But everyone will know the real killa round here is me
6 feet under in a 7 by 7 dirt cave,
find out where they bury your ass and take a shit on your grave
It's a damn shame you wasted talent, heard better raps from niece
Headlines of tomorrow read "Street Pharmacist: Rest In Peace"
No sleep for the wicked, no respect for the fakes,
ah what a sweet sound that Winner bell makes
- Street Pharmacist
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both these verses were hard as fuck. people wont take to it cause u aint in their little cliques but i enjoyed reading both of these verses.
you both kinda got the same style and it was a close battle and i think people aint vote cause it was so close.
personals = tie (there wasnt really any personals in this battle)
flow = Wild Bill. (u can tell both these verse were wrote to a beat or were at least read out loud coz they both flowed well)
punches = Street Pharmacist. ( again this cat was close but i thought street just edged it) both of u had some dope punches and a few that were played out)
Vote = Street Pharmacist
Good battle. C`mon people vote.
you both kinda got the same style and it was a close battle and i think people aint vote cause it was so close.
personals = tie (there wasnt really any personals in this battle)
flow = Wild Bill. (u can tell both these verse were wrote to a beat or were at least read out loud coz they both flowed well)
punches = Street Pharmacist. ( again this cat was close but i thought street just edged it) both of u had some dope punches and a few that were played out)
Vote = Street Pharmacist
Good battle. C`mon people vote.


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- Street Pharmacist
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