Lek:

Look in my mirror its a bird, its a plane,
its a wack *** thai man driving the slow lane
you not superman, not even a trooper man
with a soccer on the G moving up to a minivan
a caravan spongebob, just let the rythm settle
laziness wont let you get over reachin the gas pedal
its no surprise that youre shorter than the masses
the windshield is probably your second pair of glasses
so use'em to call my number in the phone book
put it back under your *** to see just how the road looks
We all know you aint had kitty in a while
so you bought hi flow cats for penile denial
I'll leave it at that son, and by son I mean son
daddy left your bottle at home, so suck a big one

 

Dear John:

you're a funny guy, you must be a comedian/
im laughing so hard my gums are bleedin/
you're not even black... maaan....so why are you spittin?/
you're not big dog, not even a puppy, maybe you can pass for a kitten/
your mouth is foul man, close that trap, have a tic tac and some chitlin/
why you talkin about heights man when you dating litto midget/
you prolly stole a middle school phone directory thats how you got her digits/
you a child molester man/
you probably one of those unregistered sexual offenders from new orlanz/
you must be a spokesperson for Dunkin'/
how much they pay you for dating a munchkin?/
oh wait a minute .... i aint done/
yo you prolly asking where's the knives and the guns?/
i aint killin you yet dogg...cause laughing at you is fun/

 

so you pokin at my girl for jokes and havin fun
but the funniest girlfriend thing, you have none
I heard you lay still like a manikin man
or is it fact you lack and she got herself a black man
I aint tryin to poke fun, but you aint pokin nothin
and all this thug type sh*t you talk is all bluffin
you obviously mod to make up for short comings
or is it to make up for all of your short cumings
is that TMI, yeah to much of an idiot
you makin the band 3, I cut you like diddy did

 

hahaha

dear john:

c'mon man why would she leave me for black/
yellow is gold and black aint got jack/
if she did go for black/
she's prolly living in a shack/
what would've been more believeable and had some back/
if u said she's drug feining and needed some crack/
loook at you talking tough when you running like your head got a bounty/
didn't nikki scared you ****less got you moving out the county?/
a little birdy told me to expect flows from terry/
my reply was, "sure if he likes to get carried"/

 

Look at u two chumps, battlin on a message board
Take it from the man himself u fightin a double edge sword
I say we take this offline make u fakers quit ethuggin
Clok itll be like 'ol times just lootin and runnin
Lets hear an excuse Lek u at the gym tryin to lose weight
Pratik i cant battle im too busy mailin by G Plate
Now I never said i was good at this **** you know im a brown
But that never stops the hoes from goin downtown

 

you and your rhymes both stank, I told your mommy
you scared to take a shower with water since the tsunami
you talk about low blows and spread it through the thread
my low blow is steadily kickin you in the head
if its you or terry f@g, you ladies on the rag
both you win the jin look alike contest in drag
oh my bad, I didnt mean to down the homosexual
but terrys talkin bout lek and how he will get next to you
Im'a let the two rappers bang their mics together
performing at the blue oyster mics bound in leather
everyone read this breakin news from the NOVA!
Clok is the Thread King, Im Done, Sh*t is Over!

 

hahaha oh man...

c'mon dude i have no idea what you were trying to say/
all the rhymes were wack....**** was soooo ghey/
nothing could have helped that one not even beats from dre/
or guest spots from members of the n.w.a./
off the mic is where you should stay/
this isn't amatuer night at the apollo kid...the apollo is that way -->/
c'mon john...c'mon boy...here's a puppy treat...dont just sit back/
handle this punjab...i need to go take a crap/

 

HAHAHAHAH

take it easy midget man try stay on my level
like Ja Ill f*ck u up all mouth full of metal
u say my rhymes are whack? get off that damn opium
Ull die with one punch may u see God postmortem
WHy clok do ur dirty work u cant handle ur business
Once u off the throne take ur trick *** back to the circus
Whats that how original u had to call my lines g@y
Just like Apu thank u come again and have a nice day

 

clokwork makes oprahs skin blacker than wesley snipes,
mbq makes william hung appear as yellow as halogen lights.
you both talkin smack with no ***** to back it up,
cause modells dont quite sell any raisin ball sized cups.

opposites are stuck together like john is to his girl,
lek lost his one and only in this unforgiving world.
baldy and bruce lee dissappeared off the boards,
byrnie had had enough, but he's still a post *****.

jesus comes to town with his open shirt medallions,
pratik switched his elephant to a diamond graphite stallion
vic is locked down as tight as fort knox,
Dhej always dips @ 8 w/ his predator dred locks.

Big B is womanizing at the age of 44,
Devon has to get permission to walk out the door.
Arjun and Kevin a$$es still huggin on the pampers,
Greg thinks cause he white he automatically faster.

I left out one man whose name goes by Jess,
But I heard from the Z club he the one who wears the dress.

 

Dear John:

c'mon man your getting too ridiculous...just plain borin me/
i'd get more kicks out of watching reality tv
if this was mtv...you'd definitely get a next/
when i get home...i'll introduce you to lex.../
Reminds me you know what was missing after the tsunami?/
your fams wasn't there lootin walmarts and hotel lobbies/
so where did you buy your tv from?..wait!/
didn't your uhaul have louisiana plates?!/

 

Clok y u gotta go and make fun of a tragedy
I bet u still laugh at Kunta Kinte and slavery
But i know ur not black so no harm no foul
Ur about as white as that Idol bitch Simon Cowell
Who the f*ck u r that u declare this battle over?
U the thread king? More like the queer of NOVA
Now I bet u think ur hard posin 'round with Rhea
Come out the closet bitch, Lek says u love it in the rear

 

I beat these indians dead, stupid curry head, ur women 'chuma doh' me instead.

Sellin broken screens and DVDs, you remember me, I cosigned the note on your G.

20 year old wonder bread broad slipped through your hands, Ryu yellin horukens as she gives in to his demands.

Calm cool and quiet like a b1tch thats scared to fight, 'man **** the front lines that stealth_G kid just might bite!'

On the left is Punjab Jones, tryin to rep the NGC, with cup holders full of that spicy slurppy.

On the right is PD, who is truly holding it down, step aside you bunder chod, Im ripping off your cloth crown.

Stop the car NOW!! there's a cow up in the road, i shoot straight for the back where the tenderloins are sold.

Its he that starts wit P, not Desi D, so I'm sorry to dissappoint, persians ruled india, thats right tehran runnin da joint.



For those who dont know....chuma doh = to kiss ......and bunder chod = sister ****er.....

 

this one is for you Rhea Lek' is bout to get raped
take a seat cuz, your flow is just weak
you spit that weak sh*t thinkin youre the Don
youre not michael Corleone, youre a gump
but heres a reality check for you son,
you say they're plain boring you,
but you got the weak sh*t son
I see how you're anticipating my sh*t
youd get murdered in a real battle with that fake a$$ sh*t
my flow make you suck my ****
while your rhyme smells like sh*t on a stick
literally and figuretively after youre through with my sh*t
you aint no gansta son your rhyme dont shine
your flow aint no AK, theyre not even 9s
youre not even allowed to hold a plastic knive
half a bar from me is sicker than your ten lines
you're not at my level son, all you can do is hate
its my preogrative to put weak rappers like you at your place
my flow bites you hard like how tyson bites ears
they leave you with permanent tattoo tears
as you fear for the next 15 years,
or as a matter of fact,
for the rest of your life, you'll remember these characatures
my juxtaposition with you is like the master and amature
your only choice is to get that weak sh*t outta here

 

I was just trying to defend your girl and you came out talking ****
You little dipsh*t, I'll wipe you off life a dip stick
you never shoulda came around talkin like slick rick
i spit quick like my gear ratio on my stick shift
i stick chicks in case your girl was wondering whos this
and i never look in the rearview for the laggers behind
you couldnt stop me from taking over your lane no matter the time
you not even near my echelon, you deserve a Saturn coupe
and damn if my disciples dont throw you off the roof
so heres the proof, people like you need injections of confidence
cause people like me make trends and spend presidents....
Biatch...

 

hahaha oh man are you kidding me?

oh lord....rhea...look at this clown/
came out swinging but just a big a$$ let down/
your reply to me is so weak i shouldn't even respond to you/
actually you're so foreign you remind me of tai mai shu/
if this was amateur night..you'd definitely get boo.../
you promised me a reality check?/
how about you use the spellcheck?/
i got weak ****?/ what you got hard ****?/
you must have a thing for feces wack a$$ b!tch/
why this little LL version of william hung wanna get thrown in a ditch?/
get the **** outta hea..this aint making the band/
let me introduce your face to the back of my hand/
you have like 50 sentences but none of it makes sense/
maybe you should get a gimmick and rhyme through your teeth like 50cent/
after that weak jumbled up flow...my respect for you is zero.../
don't ******* come here with esl (english as a second language) $hit trying to act like a hero.../