Jin aka the emcee

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7th week: jin vs. sean nicholas
(fat joe - my lifestyle)

you aint a regae arist and i aint hatin on you
stop lyin, mrs. cleo is more jamaican than you
i'm nice with it when i'm freein
who you think you bein'?
my pants are new, my sweater is new
don't be mad at chinese kid dressed better than you
man im freestylin' now its a rap, matter fact
you should ask clef how to make your flow tighter
better yet, pay him 20 g's to be your ghostwriter
i'm nice when i'm freein'
you ain't beatin me
matter fact i'll be a buffet and you ain't eatin me
and don't make me start rappin in chinese on the microphone
"nei fan oak kay lah" that means take your sorry butt home!

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6th week: jin vs. skazoo
(nas - got ur self a gun)

yo, i get girls, who you tryin to dis man?
he masturbate so much he had to roc a wristband
you got guns pointed my way
he's so played out, i thought he was the old school joint of the day
i got fans across the country, jin is who they feelin'
last time he had a fan, it was spinnin on the ceilin'
i go online, and check my hotmail
he go on the internet lookin for hot males
you aint a hustler, your man's coppin the work
he be at the club, like tweet, droppin his skirt
oops, i didn't know, my freestyle tearin up
you up on stage but it's a pity though
don't make me spit in your mouth like missy's old video
im nice with it

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5th week: jin vs. luck luciano
(jay-z & r. kelly - best of both worlds)

uh, see, i really don't know what you're doin
he got a kobe bryant jersey on, but look more like a light-skin patrick ewing
i'm nice wit it when im spittin, come on, in a week or so
i'll be spittin on swizz beatz
while you'll be at the bodega askin for swiss cheese
im nice with it, freestyle, come on
you wanna talk about guns, that's why you get your studder on
only toast he packs is the kind you put butter on
i'm nice with it when i free, come on, yo check it out
ask your girl, i was doin somethin at her house
matter fact, she had my eggroll and my dumplings in her mouth
next time you see her
bring extra protection, next time you see her
IT'S A RAP!!

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4th week: jin vs. logan
(mobb deep - burn)

yo, if the rap game is whack, everybody's blamin you
you from brookyln? then biggie mush be ashamed of you
cause imma freestyle, show you how it is
matter fact, you from bk, i heard they murder things
only time he seen beef is when he go to burger king
i'm the player in the game, you cheerin in the stands
matter fact, durin the superbowl, he was cheerin for the rams
you don't even like football, that's a myth like unicorns
he just like seein' grown men in tight uniforms
i'm freesylin when im kickin it
so ridiculous, put yourself in a bad predicament
by the way, my little sister has somethin to say
"there's no way you'll beat my brother on freestyle friday!"

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3rd week: jin vs skitzoe
(busta rhymes f/ p. diddy - pass the courvoisier pt II)

yo, you a sucka and i mean it kid
my girl would never go with you
cause she don't like guys with small penises
don't make me have to come at you
ay yo, cause as a rapper, you really don't have a chance
better off asking Nelson to teach you how to dance
my freestyle is about to tear you up
i'm really somethin that you not use to
he the first one to open a fortune cookie sayin you're a loser
four more weeks i'm in the hall of fame with posterboy
then you can join my street team and put up posters, boy
you ain't close to me my manager's about to get me a deal
his manager's baggin groceries
claim you clap guns supersoakers make noise
he the type to play strip poker with his boys

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2nd week: jin vs sterling
(notorious big - one more chance)

you wanna say i'm chinese son? here's a reminda
check your tims they probably say "made in china"
don't make me get on this tip and straight kill ya
his name is sterling cause all he rocks is silver
dude, you, stop followin trends
your girl must love alcohol cause she be swallowin' jin
yo imma bout to flip the script when it's comin' to it
ay yo you see me spittin on the block you runnin to it
this is 106 and park, i'm a hard act to follow
you a amateur, you go to the apollo
cause i'm freestyling know when i'm done
son, you ain't a baller tell the audience the truth
i saw him breakdancing for spare change on 40-deuce

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1st week: jin vs hasan
(mystikal - bouncin' back)

with a name like "hasan"
you should join the taliban
cause that's the only way you'll get flex to drop a bomb
when they retire me and i land in the booth
you'll be outside tryin to shake hands with scoop
you got six victories? i wonder if this will hurt
the closest you'll get to 7 is the numba on ya shirt
yeah im chinese, now you understand it
im the reason that his little sister's eyes is slanted
if you make one joke about rice or karate
NYPD be in chinatown searchin for your body
ask free she'll tell you to duck down
he thought the harlem shake was a drink from uptown
whacha want to do son? i'm ill when i spit
i'm tellin you right now, yo, you aint legit
cause when i finish spittin

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