UrbanFlows High Heat Audio Tournament Hosted by DaveNotti.....Round 2 vs Prolific da Poet
Lyrics
where the fuck this meek faggot gonna go...
yo notti y i gotta get 2 weak battles in a row..
battlin me u stupid right...
i'll put u back down so quick thatya nigga'll think that u shootin dice
this nigga got ghost writers idk y he frontin...
if u are what u write then fa real u aint nothin...(his siggy)
ya presence is sloppy delivery trash....
and ya flow is like a white girl butt a str8n ass..
now maybe this is my fault...
i said pro drop punches and he started beatin the shit out the sidewalk...
i'll shoot u like 5 time then take ya bread...
stab u all up in the stomach and then break ya legs...
kick in your door down see to it ya block get clapped up...
now u can think me for makin u a rapper...
he be rappin bout clappin at yo boys man...
but u couldn't hold arms in a b-boy stance...
he from the chi and want drama now...
where losin is natural i guess he think he common now...(wordplay)
u aint a pro....u what i like 2 call a saditty ho...
muthaphuckin chi-town everybody knows ya city blows...
look how soft u been rappin..
u on my dick actin hard like u tuff actin tinactin...
peep this i got a hold of his pic...
it look like someone beat the fuck out his nose witta brick...
mike morris is burnin a bitch...
u slap cage...i slap you now thats what i call a turn of events...
listen u can't vibe with me....
u ainta rapper u aint comin out u live in a chi(shy) city...
u spit poetry and made the ass whoopin worse...
only time u eatin me is when u feed off my verse..
u needin some luck bru..
and u right ya flow is not 2 be fucked with.......ITS 2 BE FUCKED UP...