my track against Ill from Rapworlds...
mytch shawn mitchell hip
Lyrics
Illycit, no one listens to your rules, let alone your track,
You's a solo artist, but we still has 'cover' ya back,
'cause you so cold, that's why you under my 'rap'
Damn not even hobos will pick up ya trash,
Tryin' to get recruits, like Navy Seal stalkers,
I ain't denyin' ya crew, but you'll just get Cra-z and his talkers,
You's the type to get high, but the type who can't afford it,
You take "Dime" literally, when you try to pay for it,
You're not half of what I am, like the midget pop cans,
You could suck it, I don't even have to stand,
You spit like pussy, try call yourself a man,
You are what you lack - a dick and just a fan.
Bitch so mono, must be kissin’ some ass,
Spit so tone-deaf, you be skippin’ on tracks,
You’s one of them Internet thugs, done bit the dust,
Walk on ya’s like rugs, done sit on ya butts,
You faker than Queeny’s breasts with Jesus all over,
Not just on ya chest, but about couple feet lower,
I'm a poet, you're a reader,
You've by sonned by the teacher,
You under misconceptions like politics of Ceaser,
Bitch, you ain't got friends, so don't call yaself leader,
Give ya ‘props’ on ya audio? Nah, you read from a ‘script’,
The way you work “Audition”, I can’t ‘act’ like it’s not shit,
Physically you’re weak, so go throwin’ a 'fit',
Clean your mouth of ya rhymes,ya 'soap' opera’s, bitch,
Face it, you’re a mess, ran you out of your clique,
I’m not tryin’ be biased, but TUN’s the reason PPR decided to quit,
One of them played emcees, with played out rhymes,
Bitch, you too kind,
Race cracks, shit you just 'paste' that,
Flow done 'stuck', like bufferin' on last ya 'track',
Internet gangsta, tryin' demand respect,
Online playa, tryin' understand the Net,
Bitch, what you gonna do next,
Try to learn from Everquest?