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Sha Gets Shat On
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Phil Osophy
ILLogical Records 2004
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Sat Apr 10, 2004
HipHop : Battles/Disses
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Lyrics
Aiyyo if you a shadow, then I’m illumination
My M.O. has got be herb elimination
That means “Young Sha” needs to get an education
I’m a doctor of philosophy and here’s orientation

I rock flows, like a stone in The Nile
But you’re in denial, you ain’t got flow from your bile
Shit, sound like you jocked ya flow from Ja Rule
Shit, sound like it was ghostwritten by “Old Sha,” too

Shit, no need to post back, get a new sound
Pound for pound, I’ll beat you with British currency, wow
Yo, you couldn’t spit bars with a mouth full of Snickers
Shit, you couldn’t start fire with a match and some liquor

The only way that you leave a mark is when you forget to wipe
Your name runs out almost as fast as your delivery on the mic
My murderous documents can split ya wig with paper cuts
And I’ll be there laughin’ at you when you gotta tape it up

Aiyyo, Sade, I mean Sha Rule, shit
Whatever your f***in’ name is, we’re takin’ a school trip
Where to? To the f***in’ scene of the crime.
What crime? The murder that I’m about to commit with my rhymes

You couldn’t be close to dope if your neighbor was a crack dealer
You couldn’t spit close to fire if your name was Wheeler (Captain Planet)
Yo, I’ll destroy you with a bar all the same
Like a crowbar deliverin’ a blow to the brain

Just sit back and watch me deliver the flow
Like a milk man with boots, I’m bout to step on your toe
Yo, killin’ this herb, like smokin’ a L
I know that’s played out, sh*** I ain’t tryin’ that well

Because I don’t feel this cat is worth wastin’ a rhyme on
But I spit it anyways cause that’s what this tourney’s relyin’ on
Ya flow ain’t up to par, while I’m leavin’ a birdie
You like Easy Mac, I’ll burn your ass in a minute and thirty