Rapbattles.Com ABL's nigz!!! PRO Vs. Meks
Pro!!!
Im an artist,tryna get my paper straight/
So my people can eat off me like paper plates/
i put white out in streets like paper mate/
to hold my money down like paper weights/
now im deep in thought,feelin crazy str8/
my life was hard,hard as my tightest bars/
im in anotha galaxy,hangin with brighter stars/
thats how i write.. to lighten my scars/
so feel me,
cuz i gotta eat till these heated streets kill me!
Lyrics
u suck dick,yer finna get snuffed quick
my fistll leave a curve in yer skull,cologne couldnt fuck with
he cant serve me,one hit'll leave'em topsy turvy
yah heard,im ahead of dog like rabbits,in a derby
aint none iller than me,my styles uncanny an dangerous
u sound like ur in black face,doin the andy an amous
but i cant understand,how ur a mans tool
u only have fame,4 being gay as the dance school
ur the biggest fag,i gotcha gurl lickin my pole
she said yer dick felt like a pinky pickin her nose
I respect the arts,to enlightend sum heads
that meks craft,is only complimentd by the spices in bread
my razor wit,slices threw threads dicen ur cred.
then crush meks,bruise the pussy worse than rough sex
im bombon threw yah,for bein a slouch dude
then strip u off yer diginty,but i dont wanna arouse u
thats a gay joke,if u didnt get it sister
i betcha yer man gotta hurricane tounge 2 give u a titty twister
thats another one,cuz im about to own this..
one pathetic bum hole,like buying property off the homeless
if rappin is really the road u chose..
then it must be under constuction,or both the lanes r closed
i spit with anguish,when i aim at foes
u cant hang with pro,cuz ur on my nuts danglen,bro
u see my angle tho,i can tame an maim u,hoe
leave a knot on yer head,the doc couldnt untangle,yo!
i speak from the soul,my brain is unconcievably ill
yer food for thoughts.... r just microwave-able meals
i bust clips,after 1 click an shoot at yer mug bitch
leave u riddled with shots,edward enigma couldnt fuck with
im like jay z,an heres a example for ur lame ass
cuz in the take over,u get the amount of credit as dame dash
my flow u gotta admire,cuz i spit with lethal fire
my punches level u,quicker than mixboards an equalizers
u gonna respect mine,or its chin check time
u know its bad,when ur flows feminine as ur neck line
now yer gunnin 4 a win,tryna compete
but yer gettin tossed quicker than ur name coconut pete
u can find me netwerkin on sum strange street
i got blue tooth,ur sportn yellow staind teeth
