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#154,493 today Peak #1,459
#9,428 in subgenre today Peak #70
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Lyrics: Baddest ~ Music: The Lox ~ Money, Power,
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October 22, 2002
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MP3 1.2 MB, 128 kbps, 0:00
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Battling Rectify Trinity
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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?”
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