Rd 1 - Young1Moe vs Cashmere the PRO

trap. · 02-03-2013, 03:47 PM

Young Moe
you got my name tattooed,
ya worship proved in the incision
I'll commit suicide and have you loosin' ya religion/
Cashmere, extract fear, on ya crew of fags queers
you bought ya girl a bagel, when she said she had a pap schmear/
in fact, years of rhymin, for you simply hasn't paid off
the only cat to swallow a bottle of Pfizer and still stay soft/
say boss, your going to bring the death of ME right?
I'll never get touched, like the link to ya MP3 site/
sell out... name based on Mere Cash flow
kick ya 20 years back when it was cool to have that half-fro/
the but of lashes, bunch of country asses, struttin' HOOTIE HOO
ya circle of friends' is like a DJ Kno beat, it's just a FRUITY LOOP/
I'll end this with a battle flow, chance is thin like Calico
turn this to a race thing, win it for the whites like Alamo/
me racist? nah just tasteless, like the girls that fuck you
lookin like Evander Holyfield mixxed with a pug too/
dug two graves, one for you one for ya ego
said Best Flow In This, that's great, they we're talkin bout me tho'/
see bro, nobody likes you and if it wasn't for Jugga
the only time you'd Boogie Down, is when ya goin six unda'/
wonder how TJ praised it, paid him without a doubt yo
the best track on ya album was the mothafuckin outro/
now you know, you wouldn't Ride Ruff, in Yonks with the Lox
send ya Contium ass back to the Bronx in a box/
confidence lost, and that's consequence
open ya mouth, pronounce Alabama, without the consonants/
(AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH)
promincence,treat ya pride, like Juggas nuts, and swallow it
with ya smashed face, lookin like an alcaholics kid/(fas)
I'm callin this, my win, the all high, ya crew plunges
like Florida ballots, disqualify you with two punches/
truth comes in hard ways, and when this bitch is defeated
it'll cause more controversy then my picture of weed did/

Cashmere the PRO
Time for spanking young hoe....

Should I be scared, is it a thug, Moe you bring you squad wit' cha'
Wait a sec, I seen your lyrics you only good for hard pictures
But let's see the other flix of your moms chokin' your ass
Screamin' "Stop trying to be a rapper and quit smoking my stash"
So you have to come better is that the only style you brought
Or your mama put you up to this to get me back for child support
So don't hate on what a veteran's got
Cause your skills like playstation 2, you wish you had it, but its never in stock
I'll prove exactly why I whoops your ass here
Cause you'll do the same shit, try to dis and rhyme my name with last year
You like damn, how'd he know, is he stalkin' my stee
Nah, just that bitch you wrote "This is Love" about was walkin' with me
After I nut in her mouth she told me all the post that you got
In hopes that you stop, being the product of an overdose on Tupac
Wanna be thug, see I'll just use hot rhymes to hurt you
Then dead you, you'll be the star of those Truth dot com commercials
Alright kid, wanna play, we'll try a simple game
How 'bout charades? Oh I know what you are, a white Lil Zane
Go head and play rough, I'll show you fake in every
Thug pose, cause you couldn't empty clips if you spilled stationery
Since you fake jacks, save the audios you'll never make wax
Rhyming on your grandfather system the only way you'll to 8-tracks
I know you hate that, I exposed all your shit on the shelf
But the only time you have hot flow is when you piss on yourself

02-03-2013, 03:47 PM	#1
trap. Senior Citizen Join Date: Aug 1997 Posts: 3,871 Battle Record: 4-3 Rep Power: 0	Rd 1 - Young1Moe vs Cashmere the PRO Young Moe you got my name tattooed, ya worship proved in the incision I'll commit suicide and have you loosin' ya religion/ Cashmere, extract fear, on ya crew of fags queers you bought ya girl a bagel, when she said she had a pap schmear/ in fact, years of rhymin, for you simply hasn't paid off the only cat to swallow a bottle of Pfizer and still stay soft/ say boss, your going to bring the death of ME right? I'll never get touched, like the link to ya MP3 site/ sell out... name based on Mere Cash flow kick ya 20 years back when it was cool to have that half-fro/ the but of lashes, bunch of country asses, struttin' HOOTIE HOO ya circle of friends' is like a DJ Kno beat, it's just a FRUITY LOOP/ I'll end this with a battle flow, chance is thin like Calico turn this to a race thing, win it for the whites like Alamo/ me racist? nah just tasteless, like the girls that fuck you lookin like Evander Holyfield mixxed with a pug too/ dug two graves, one for you one for ya ego said Best Flow In This, that's great, they we're talkin bout me tho'/ see bro, nobody likes you and if it wasn't for Jugga the only time you'd Boogie Down, is when ya goin six unda'/ wonder how TJ praised it, paid him without a doubt yo the best track on ya album was the mothafuckin outro/ now you know, you wouldn't Ride Ruff, in Yonks with the Lox send ya Contium ass back to the Bronx in a box/ confidence lost, and that's consequence open ya mouth, pronounce Alabama, without the consonants/ (AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH) promincence,treat ya pride, like Juggas nuts, and swallow it with ya smashed face, lookin like an alcaholics kid/(fas) I'm callin this, my win, the all high, ya crew plunges like Florida ballots, disqualify you with two punches/ truth comes in hard ways, and when this bitch is defeated it'll cause more controversy then my picture of weed did/ Cashmere the PRO Time for spanking young hoe.... Should I be scared, is it a thug, Moe you bring you squad wit' cha' Wait a sec, I seen your lyrics you only good for hard pictures But let's see the other flix of your moms chokin' your ass Screamin' "Stop trying to be a rapper and quit smoking my stash" So you have to come better is that the only style you brought Or your mama put you up to this to get me back for child support So don't hate on what a veteran's got Cause your skills like playstation 2, you wish you had it, but its never in stock I'll prove exactly why I whoops your ass here Cause you'll do the same shit, try to dis and rhyme my name with last year You like damn, how'd he know, is he stalkin' my stee Nah, just that bitch you wrote "This is Love" about was walkin' with me After I nut in her mouth she told me all the post that you got In hopes that you stop, being the product of an overdose on Tupac Wanna be thug, see I'll just use hot rhymes to hurt you Then dead you, you'll be the star of those Truth dot com commercials Alright kid, wanna play, we'll try a simple game How 'bout charades? Oh I know what you are, a white Lil Zane Go head and play rough, I'll show you fake in every Thug pose, cause you couldn't empty clips if you spilled stationery Since you fake jacks, save the audios you'll never make wax Rhyming on your grandfather system the only way you'll to 8-tracks I know you hate that, I exposed all your shit on the shelf But the only time you have hot flow is when you piss on yourself