Lauryn Hill Vs LiL Kim

Rap Diva Beef


It has been a few years since Lauryn Hill took the music world by storm with
her unique style of socially aware Hip-Hop R&B. At the same time rap artist
LiL Kim was capturing the libidos of men young and old with her sexy clothing
and risqué lyrics. They also criticized each other in their music, Lauryn to
Kim for being lewd and Kim to Lauryn for being judgmental. You would think
with all the accolades awards and other tokens of recognition they would be
over their little disagreements but reconciliation does not come easy in
hip-hop circles. Besides certain agents of the Battle Clan keep the fires of
gossip going though the years;-). Both divas demanded a no holds barred street
match, complete with biting, gauging, scratching, choking, fishhooks, spinal
attacks, crotch attacks, and many other fighting taboos. They would meet in a
small room wearing only fingerless padded gloves, short pleated Catholic
school girl type skirts, white ankle socks and black loafers; one of Deacon's
sick little ideas. Knowing how brutal the match could be come both girls chose
to wear special vaginal guards to protect their most prized physical
possessions.

The time came and both women were more than ready both their bodies taut
sinewy and swelter glistened from their warm up sessions.

'Lil' Kim's honey toned musculature pulsated with effeminate perfection;
striated back, shoulders and arm development, jaunty pliant softball sized
breasts that defy gravity, cascading abdominal muscularity pouring between
buttery mound-like hips dripping with tasty saltine juices. Her camber
contoured rump cheeks grappling for attention while her shapely legs were
radiant with vigor.

Sable dreaded locks at rest atop an angelic mahogany countenance; sensuous
flared Nubian nostrils, enormous mystic catlike eyes garnished by thick
elliptical eyebrows above them. Full seductive lips perpetually fitted for
kissing, gentle lofty cheeks and a delicate mandible concluded this sonata of
feminine excellence that could only be called Lauryn Hill. Her body had the
sinewy perfection of a distance runner; soft round shoulders, Champaign goblet
sized breasts that seemed to be weightless aloft a dispersal of abdominal
vivacity that was received into her slim yet vigorous lap. Her diminutive
orbed posterior and athletic thighs and legs shimmered with transudation.

As verbose as these two lyricists are they had nothing to say they just stared
at one another until the gong sounded. With machine-gun like tempo the
hammered each other with rapid-fire punches from head to toe in thirty second
intervals this solicited echoing staccato grunts. This went on for ten minutes
and culminated into a clench where Lauren's arms were wrapped around Kim's
head and left arm at the elbow locking it in an upward position. Lauren's
tight hold pressed her sweaty breasts atop Kim's. Kim was not idle she had a
few of Lauren's locks with her left hand and was busy snapping Lauren in the
ribs with a succession of right hooks. Lauren then twisted their bodies
slamming Kim to the floor with a flip, then engulfed Kim's right leg with hers
like a double fudge and caramel twist.

Kim tried to bridge using her other foot to fortify position and employing her
pelvis to shove against Lauren's. Their tiny kilts hoisted to their waists
while their sinewy hind ends rotated to aid in the struggle. In order to break
the clench Lauren began butting the little rapper in the face Kim answered
with a kidney attack using her left heel. Both women reacted audibly to blows
taken with their sonorous tones manifested as groans and curses. Lauren
released Kim they scrambled to their feet swinging and kicking then baking
away from each other to catch their breath. At this point they saw how much
damage they had done;

Kim's teeth were bloody and she had a mouse under her right eye, Lauren's full
lips were even more swollen and she had a bloody patch in her head from a
dread being snatched out. They smiled at each other then resumed sparing
furiously; Lauren had an advantage because of her Jersey background; the girls
in Jersey would engage in what the fella's call 'speed boxing'. Speed boxing
was a form of street fighting where the combatants would stand toe to toe and
go at it until one of them dropped. Lauren realized that if the battle took to
the ground again she could possibly lose so she lured Kim into the "speed
box", "come on B!%@#! Let's see who backs up first!" The little caramel
colored Broklynite stepped up; their foreheads touched and the began banging
away, crosses jabs, hooks upper cuffs, elbows and forearms amid screams of
rage and agony. A mixture of their blood and tears dripping from their chins
and mingling below them. Minutes passed which seemed like hours to them both,
Lauren was astounded that Kim could stay with her for so long but she did.
Suddenly Kim dropped to one knee bowing her head and clenching Lauren's waist
exhausted

displayed by her heaving chest and hyper-epigastrium. Lauren though equally
exhausted called on her reserve and wasted no time she grabbed a hand full of
Kim's tress and began to knuckle punch Kim in the soft part of her skull.
Lauren then applied a front face lock raising Kim to her feet then suddenly
dropped backward into a head-busting move. Upon impact Lauren wrapped her legs
around Kim's torso squeezing tightly while cinching her headlock
simultaneously cutting off her air in two places. Lauren grunted and Kim
gagged as she tightened her holds; Kim's taut curvaceous thighs and hind end
began to shudder and jounce irrepressibly then ceased in a twitching
decrescendo of beguiling motion. It was over, Lauren too fatigued to move her
fallen foe released her hold and left Kim unconscious and drenched with the
juices of battle lying between her sweltering striated legs and pert battle
firm bosom intermittently rising and falling according to Lauren's arduous
panting. Because of their close contest Lauren had a new found respect for Kim
realizing that she came close to loosing to her; a month later they met went
shopping and squashed their beef.

G-Man