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Genre
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Peak #6,806
Peak in subgenre #3,650
Author
JayLee
Rights
TrackamastaJay
Uploaded
March 14, 2003
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MP3
MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
ey yo
sick wit the words slap you u in the face with anthrax
remember wen u were rockin trance, while i ran-tracks
u cant-last like a pot head in band-class
dis damn-glass is the only thing that stands-in-the-way
from me kidnappin ya and askin ur fam "ransom and rates "
my chances-are-great cause my speed is enhancin-the-rate.
a mix between manson, bates, and husane from kuwait
raisin the stakes, u should be out praisin the great
ur "diss" woudnt "hurt" if u were serving entree
im a giant comapared to u, like andre
i get you in a hold, than ill make your Collar Snap
Twist your Head One Eight Degrees so you Hollar Back
put ur hands in ur pockets cause ull get ur dollar jacked
put urself in mode defense cause u bout to get attacked
im known to spit sick at the rate of machine fire
wit a pale face behind drapes like mike myers
ur rhymes tired, times expired, while i cause riots
if i was white, i'd blow up one day like the ones dat are quite
u get dissed by a kid thats too far defiant
you look short, yellow, stubby like a fire hydrant
the one to flip scriptures, rip creatures wit ill features
i cause mass seizures, then place your corps in my fridge freezer
u coudnt scope me if u were full of mouthwash
im the type to switch styles inbetween rounds, just u watch
i still come positive even witout S-T-Ds
im the best to be, easily spittin fast multi-sillies
u not even worthy of stadin next-to-me
i pack gats the size of micro vest-uzis
wit full clip i perform hystorectomy
spit ur verse to one of ur friends b4 direct to me
unless u want to get ripped to piece
ur rhymes crusty like hindu knees
ill beat u in laguages like vietnamese 2 cantonese
wen it comes to rhymes im in class elite
i can flow to anything even my own heart beat
a mysterious lyricist hittin u like ten scissor kicks
resurrectin from the dead like scene from horror flick
derelict that dares to spit the rarest shit, destined to hit
u like a deadliest form of a bio terrorist hit
u young in this game like a hairless dick
so if i lose all i can do is careless kid
i rap daily, pack rabies, by the 80's
wit my sentence leave u demented like crack babies
u chokin like u exposed to plague from isralies
i can play on words,and spit them metaphoricals
my vocals will shatter ur screen like u met a miracle
imperial, flip words like u did an aerial,
the only thing im diggin from you, is ur burial.
im metaphysical wit lyrical skills im inferior
rip u from ear to ear, to interior to ur rear
im serious ill cut u wit this broken piece of mirror
till im considered as a serial killer
vile rapist that will walk to a 6 year old and straight up feel her
steal her and wen im bored wit her im straight up kill her
like i said no one could get iller
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