Battling Rectify Trinity
Am I supossed to be impressed with your medicore flowin’?
when your weak as flat Coke and your lyrical flaws are showin’?
can’t even fathom the power of the force your dealin’ with
you continue to post challenges againist this bitch
you’re bold like Bin Laden and the fuckin’ Al Queda
I’m like Bush, I’m droppin’ bombs on you and yah riders
you shoulda been warned - battling me you’re - never prepared
follow - Devil’s Flem lead, back down, and stayed back - scared
how you gonna - step to me and suggest I elevate?
was gonna let that shit slide but your fat lips opened the flood gates
you seem so fuckin’ concerned with this internet fame
you need 100xs my skills, go back and step up yah game
you do the math weak eternal equals Rectify Trinity
but on the other hand
understand
Baddest equals Illness Infinity
You’ll never get my flow it, its like Final Jeopardy
you wagered all, and thats yah ass, handed to me
Picture me in a muzzle, and my hands tied behind my back
so I couldn’t write or type text or lay down an audio track
or I’mma mute and I’m blind and I’m an amputee
Rect, you still wouldn’t stand a chance in a battle w/ me
so fuckin' lame and your head been boosted up to thinkin’
you’re skills are sick, but I murdered you, they gone find yah body stinkin’
my kryptonic flow - been known to leave masses weak
like a serial killer I'm slashin' before you get a chance speak
I rock exemplary flow, your skills ain't up to par
challenged my crew, then me? Now you takin' shit too far!
I’mma handle your ass, you talk too much shit
you gotta rectum for a tongue - and feces for lips
sent your flunky ass crew members to give me a warning?
better get they blacks suits and prepare to be in mournin’
no chance for survival as you reach a flat line status
the angel of death can’t grant no mercy againist the Baddest
if you used half the skills when you spit - as when you slobbing my clit
then you mighta stayed on beat and dropped some ill type shit
gums-a-bumping, lips-a-flapping, go back and rehearse
bet you ain't so - confident now that I autopsied yah verse
egotistical bitch you ain't got the right to brag
you saying "I got skills!"is like Richard Simmons sayin' "I'm not a fag!"
you got gall and balls and I can’t believe you have the nerve
British bitch
ask yourself this “Are you being served?”