HipHopEmcees.com Winter Bash '04 Audio Tournament - Round 3
Lyrics
round 3.. and the time is now
sit down, i'm servin' T like it's china town
that grimey sound got me flippin' weather
i'll drop tsunami's that rock Tommy more than preppy dressers
son you're lesser, with each and every measure
of that same-syllable rhyme scheme i've seen forever
on every netcee that ever tried to test me
it's like Warbux died and you're rhymes are resurrecting
disrespect me but i'll call you a liar
i'm spinnin' and flippin' T's like a washer and dryer
i deliver sicker than liquor mixers into your liver
this battle's third-grade art, gunz is outta the picture
i'm off the richter dawg, you're too fragile
thats why i deserved YOUR spot in the crew battle
FAGGOT..admit that you lost, and leave shook
see the bracket i'ma take T-off without a three wood
you think of clashin', cat i'll snap an emcees back
you couldn't hack it with a bean bag, you're scheme's wack
and sayin' i'll be slaughtered and dead, kid
that's less accurate than the "Top 5 Audio Heads" list..
son of a bitch, i'm runnin' with this
net gangsta stole a mouse now he's runnin' the click?
i'm sonnin' you quick, i never wanted too, but shit
i guess thank motivation like psychiatrists