Mazzi - Class Dismissed (Mic Terror Response) (Video)

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~ by Meka on May 28, 2008.

9 Responses to “Mazzi - Class Dismissed (Mic Terror Response) (Video)”

  1. ayyy!!!!!! dont be talkin shit on Kunta!

  2. I am still undecided as to whether to release this diss record I have recorded, it is not to be taken LIGHTLY and will OFFEND SOME, these are unedited bars to the track:

    hey yo there’s a bitch with no soul and purpose his name mazzi/
    a fagget representative like san franers in cali/
    damn he so happy pulling this lesson garbage so proudly/
    but sadly lights reflecting the truth through loose fucking isbalay/ (trash in arabic)
    his click full of backpack bitches and gassed stanleys/
    I got some ex soul affiliates who say they close just like family/
    told me you aint hardbody, 120 pounds you straight candy/
    sweet and far from strong, your image perceptions wrongs/
    just like a muslim bitch draped in covers rocking a cum stained thong/
    and this the lyricist that’s yelling that gangsta shit on the songs/
    the same nigga that ate a twinkie during fasting to fuck up his ramadan!
    come on.. what homo shit is you on? what you like the white cream when it drip out the tip/
    touch your chin lick your lip, its obvious youza hell of a bitch/
    you can touch the clip the four fifth got a hell of a kick/
    and when its to your kufi strapped it’ll split your wig lift with a hell of rip/
    see im palestinian and stilling shitting on my lil brother its no 9th wonder, fucka imagine it/
    lazerith citizen thats an assyrian barbarian tearing lyrics just like im like cassious clay/
    still christian my position I straight manage it/
    you cant master this, tampering with unxpekted is hazardous/
    cancerous, we savages, acid shower wordplay is reserved for superb battlists/
    multiple styles that Im challenging fuck you like solomon/
    you slayed my family in the ottoman so thats where Ima begin!/
    no guns I grab the pen and stick it in your jugular skin/
    now thats writing to kill come fuck with my kin/ and stop em/
    you praise a polygamous false prophet theres no mohemmed/
    go ahead and get heated and kick flavor you lost it/
    grab your quaron and roll up pages burn em like sages for weed vapors/
    crucify your click like the true son of God, its straight major/
    stay in ya section, shit dont call terror call me for directions/
    ip address whatever im ready Im from DC home of the government we got weapons/
    led infections, corrupt presidents, dark tenements/
    read the bible because that the only way mazzis going to connect words for a resurrection gift/
    but dont raise yourself on the 7th day just rest you bitch/
    the truth is behind the crosshairs that I disect you with/
    your done your midsection is full of pork and its destined dick/
    so bring it if you want the antifada (war in arabic)
    put holes in every party of your body like stigmata/
    and jay electronicas the one you wanna diss?
    this nigga will rhyme circles around your bald ass you fucking prick/
    I think your buried enough, your snuffed broken and battered and thats it/
    finish you off the worst way, bullet to brain, stained by a *made in isreal* gun clip/
    so next time think twice before you think you coming off as intelligent/
    relevance through humility is the true benevolence/
    always expect kick back from your own colonies and settlements/
    that was history lesson d, mazzi you a fagget and DONT EVER tick off a PLO veteran/
    go back home and do like our peoples and throw rocks/
    becuase even if you ambidextrous your left wrist is garbage and your right dont write hot/
    RIP your purpose was sold when your soul sold controversy for blog spots/
    your crews CD just dropped that shit just straight flopped/
    acouple of good guests but less than 500 copies, what your fanbase dont got quap?
    you under my black moon so duckdown from heltah skeltah and tell a fella who got the props/

    RIP MAZZI

  3. Unexpekted u are fuckin’ corny! Give it up! Stop posting this WACK verse on every blog numerous times! No one cares! U thirst bucket! Give it up!

  4. Word! Unxpekted is HORRIBLE!
    Get lost! Go somewhere!

  5. You on drugs nigga.. shit I wrote is fucking fire and too many cats already said so.. Go kill yourself and stop hating unless you have something to display, and stop posting twice like 2 different people said the same shit but if you look when it was posted they were posted 1 after the other… Its obvious your a fucking loser and a dumb ass and just hating cuz you suck this niggaz dick
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  6. the point is, are you gonna email him the diss? things like that mean nothing as words, they have to be spit to mean anything.

  7. UnASSpekted you’re an idiot! I ain’t the same person u fuckin’ loser! It’s 2 different people! LMAO! U really wanna get put on that bad u jealous fuck?! Get off Mazzi’s dick & stop reposting ur shit everywhere! We get it! Ure a mad arab who hates on some of his own peeps gettin’ shine from expressin theyselves! U need a beat down!

  8. [...] Mazzi’s phone call intro > this entire track. Props to Fake Shore Drive for this one. [...]

  9. Dino Monsta sucks big arab dick… Your moms a bitch and your fathrs a fagget stop hating, because you could never rhyme if your life depended on it.. Keep bloggin bitch

    you lost

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