part 4. last one.
let the people decide.
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Lyrics
My rhymes rain fire down, incinerate your body/
Ignite my lines to redefine tha meaning of hot seat/
You niggaz are cocky, my rhymes’ll make ya bleed/
Slice you up wit my rap so you’ll be feelin defeat/
Your rhymes are really neat, come on you cant be serious/
That shit is more corny than tha lines in tha fast an furious/
Your beat’s weak my rhymes shoot bullets that are supernatural/
kill your ghost, slugs of tha soul caliber come at you/
quit talking so loud, my bloodhounds come after bad sounds/
hear you talking shit, make you eat your words an lick tha ground/
its profound how much my lyrics are better than yours /
im better? Of course, slice you and open tha wound wit a rusty sword/
you leavin me bored, ya not livin up to ya hype/
more bootleg than Chinatown wearin adidas wit 4 stripes/
these incessant sentences are intense yall niggaz gettin it/
your rhymes are criminal bitch that last track is evidence/
its tha last battle, you wish that you never started/
you’re askin to give up cuz you’re both cowardly hearted/
whyd you even start, you knew you’d lose, you guys aint tough/
im done, its finished, im sick of yall ive had enough/
tha mic im gracin, im placin, tha thoughts an ideas/
inside my brain in, tha lyrics i flow, im juss amazing/
get your boroughs straight, first you rep bk to tha fullest/
now youre queens finest? Hez lyin duckin wit flyin bullets/
this kid thinking he fly, you cry juss to get by/
you’re sayin two rounds? I wrote three drops don’t gotta lie/
makes no sense to battle me its like committin suicide/
doesnt matter which way you do it, it ends up that you will die/
now picture this, you win this battle, and I lose, the fact is/
tha world’ll turn upside down, spin tha other way on its axis/
Asians’ll be poorer than hispanics and blacks is/
Legalize Child abuse cuz I juss murdered these kids asses/
youd have to rap wit a mask on to spit real G/
you’re so whack, even your boyz are sidin wit me/
i don’t even need to try, you’ll never see tha best of me/
like a northface neck warmer, you’re another pointless accessory/
jp rippa, not really, I kill fools like you daily/
jp is a fake playa if you think fake means to be really/
murder jp? Only thing you murdered was precious time/
that I spent to squash your pitiful attempts at beef rhymes/