Uploaded: 7-4-07.
Yo check me out Skippy, I aint witcha gimmicks -
Your number 1 on the top 5's Richard Simmons -
Oh you think I aint know Kid Sins real name? -
Take a seat bitch it's time to feel some real pain -
lets be open you're hoping I fold -
U rollin with Dubsack? or smokin his pole? -
Ur shady, prolly runnin under feds -
couldn't follow me up thats why he scraped Onionhead -
get personal Skip it don't make a difference -
Not your everyday rapper, but atleast I have an image -
which is more than you can say and what not -
you're only pictures you chillin at the bus stop -
just stop, so how you plan on marketing a ghost kid? -
when you look as plain as your motherfucking flow is -
and know this, that album cover with 4 skips -
it'd take all 4 of you to knock me on the floor bitch -
North Carolinaaaaa, go on and sit down -
Skip Martin reppin yall, how you spose to get proud? -
you aint shit pal, take a lesson from me -
make your town glad, and quit reppin your streets -
your over the hill yours games over for real -
I spit heat on my tracks but I'm colder than steel -
I'm a soldier for real, you just make believe -
naw thats too much credit, bitch you just fake believe -
I'd put you on a mixtape if you weren't garbage -
that would solidify the name Skip Martin -
they would Skip Martin when they hear that voice -
that sounds like some mumbled up jumbled up noise -
a basket case ask your girl bout my after taste -
got her hooked on my dick, now she ask for Ace -
i'll lacerate, pass your fate to the masters gate -
spit on your family grave and smack your pastors face -
Some say that you’re a legend like it matters to me –
Like you’re unbeatable but I’mma shatter your dreams –
Scatter your teeth all over the pavement with a basic –
Kick to the back of the head while you bite the curb and taste it –
I’m laced with the elements of eloquence within –
While rebels rebelled and the devil overwhelmed the men –
By selling sin posted up on the corner –
You happened to walk by and you placed an order –
Now you’re haunted by spirits in the morgue of the greatness –
Corpses awaken in the form of Oaces –
No observation conversation ceases –
You directed all your fears to congregate in Jesus –
If life’s a bitch then you don't wanna fuck with death –
Better yet, don't fuck with Ace cause I aint one to test –
Press me to the limits and ill destroy your gimics –
You’re a mimic who’s name don't belong in the same sentence –
The flames lit and I aint afraid to set some torture –
Drive you to the river with a mixture of mortar –
Dried to your feet, Skip Martin hides in deceit -
knowing that hes a bitch he aint rising to me -
I'm a savage scavenging looking for a challenge -
and got stuck on a bitch with no talent -
its a mismatch, shouldnt-a-been paired with me -
he's scared to see me, skip needs therapy -
i'll smack this fag in the back-a-da-dome -
for acting like he's packing-da-chrome -
skips a bitch i know this shit i'll start cracking his bones -
motherfucker really wanna try me, but uh, its not likely -
you might smite me, try and take my life i'll die fighting -
the deciding factor, i'll get the final laughter -
when i snap his back in half and snatch that spinal fracture -
my primal rage is tidal waving, i don't see hesitation -
skip get hits harder than IED detonations -
*Freestyle*