Broken Defibrillator ( IRY 5 Rd 2 )
IRY 5 Rd 2 Vs Dijit ( Won This By Land Slide )
So Sick, Too Nasty.
Been Rappin Since i was 12, loved hiphop since 90' or 89' when i was 2 and 4 listenin to Criss Cross and Heavy D, now moved on to bigger better things at the age of 17, 2004.
Got A Bit Deeper in Da Game.
Lyrics
You aint a hard emcee imma drop ya D//
Like tap dancers on crack, bitch u off beat//
Stretch another line, ill get rid of ya later//
Ill stay on beat like commin from defibrillators//
Makin fun of kids who aint of age to rhyme//
Your in asian rap tournament and your 25//
trynna be like Xhzibit ya anger is not tyte//
does does ya dad molest u before u touch a mic ?//
Trynna copy fat joe, u sound so played//
If Pun heard dat shit, hed roll over in his grave//
Sad thing in dis battle is, u can not see//
even when copying fat joe, YA still off beat//
imma run up on dis geaser and slap ya face//
Ya so fuccin monotone, Ya intros out of place//
im sick with mah words, ill swing em from left to right//
Like Arnold, u cant pronounce what u represent right//
Dijit your not a gangsta i think i you gay//
You dont fit on tracks like fat chinese slaves//
stop rappin about guns, bitch you aint nothing//
like a hit from pharell, u stay frontin//
everybody in ya crews a fob,u cant compete//
no speak a english, thats why yall make beats//
i only got 3 minutes so ill slay ya kind//
Im da sick one in da head, so fuck Contagious Minds//
you like Jin in reverse, you front when u holla//
im tyte off da dome, like fitted Caps 1 Size Smaller//
this pussy mutha fucca, better find a 2nd route//
or make like flowsik and find a way out//
Expose anybitch nigga with the balls to say it//
Ya Audio aint shit like u listenin costipated//
fuck the shit u said, fuck the shit u heard//
Dont talk like a thug, because u slurrin ya words//
you got a nasty accent, better go somewhere wit it//
Dijits dont make good MC'S, because there digits! //
like knights with armor, in da tournament ill shine//
clock shit emcees are a total waste of time//
my concepts are dope and im funny as well//
i wana rap about fobs ! i got a joke to tell !//
how can u tell if dijit been inside of ya house//
thats easy ya dogs misssin, and da shoes are out//
Savage Prophet, my lines u cant block it//
Launchin venomous Def from a heat seeker rockets//
You almost lost to amature name of hipnotic//
im bacardi mutha fucka and im 3 times as naushes//
is too bad dis subject aint much to write too//
ill drop dijits like a fine bitch who dont like u//