[Miles Militis]

"Yo, who the fuck is this chick kiddin’ guy? Yo… a nigga was absent from this website… didn’t even know this bird keyed a verse about me. Now I come back from shows and performing and shit… and this is the Thanks I get? Buahahah… let me tell you… Liyah, you out cha’ rabid ass mind thinkin’ you fuckin’ with me… yo… look how this is going to be done… I am going to key this little beautiful verse right fast… and let’s see how the dick riders gonna’ follow…"

Yo’…

Enthralled, I lash back at this class act’s wack raps
Liyah some what left her two cents in and that’s-that…
When I’m done somebody call the Hazmat…

Infuriated, I summon the force of Jurai to transform into Tenchi
I manifest with dual laser swords a spectacle never seen this century
Envy… no defeat is the word of choice to encompass this bigot bitch
I got bars stored in my cerebrum to diligently sever all of her ligaments
Don’t act up… get cha’ kid tacked up, duct taped and bagged up
Ski Mask swagger, street shit written lyrics couldn’t tag up
It’s bad enough; you pussy niggas don’t even know how to vote
“Oh your bars are too good for us, let’s hope that Miles choke”
Not never, nor will I ever be bested by somebody whose not clever
It’s Chedder, but not Bob, it’s $crilla’ that keeps me chillin’ forever
So take that to the grave, when I cave in your naval area gruesomely
Profusely, I drop the hottest shit that none of you are used ta’ see
You’re of no use to me; lyrically the challenge isn’t even there
Grab ya’ frail ass by the neck and peel your scalp off by your hair
Then Liyah wanted to make this a vocabulary battle affair?
I too can connect more than 4 syllables to create havoc & despair

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You’re a wimp to me… how the fuck you gon’ call out Miles?
Leave your cadaver cold and corroded under my bath room tiles
That so called verse up there…
Didn’t mean shit… Oh G’wizz….
You wanna earn some votes? Slut show your cleavage
I’m blood type O, nigga’ everything about me flows
Because after this verse all you’re gonna’ see is Z-Ro
You should have prayed to God that I no showed
I’m a pro ho’, so sit back and watch how I can do name plays:

Lyrically lacerating skin lining from your personal proximity
Intricately delivering the beating of a femalc MC so simply
You to me couldn’t even been in the Eulogy of your defeat
Accept this onslaught open harms, and embrace this heat
Holy shit! Your face resembles the bottom of my sneaks

Big fuckin’ deal, nothing about that was creative and it’s not complacent
Your name and mine in a battle thread together is a understatement
You getting’ mad yet? Well I shouldn’t say this but I ought ta’
I know a couple of sick niggas that would have their way wiff’ ya’ daughter
And I mean piss on Kai and R.Kelly type charges court orders brought up



I’m the real deal mommy; this is confrontation that pars with rhymes
How about ya’ bruva’ Miguel, where the fuck is this nigga’s hair line?
Who goes to the barber shop and request the haircut Miguel?
Wackest fuckin’ cut I’ve seen, turtle face nigga’, hide in ya’ shell
Yo… this has been fun but I think I over did it
So my last bar won’t even rhyme broad your finished… LMFAOOOOO!!!!

:giljotiin