EF FORUMS Rd 2, CHIN CHECK 2005
washington
spokane
polityk
st cule
maceo
voo da teach
sts
scribet tribe syndicate
spokane hiphop
Lyrics
Yo.. this is the top of the food chain - how we do things..//
Compound facture's that pop out in a knockout fashion..//
Till your like "how'd that happen" and part of your tooth bleeds..//
So be carefull how you view me, dont darken my mood ring..//
Cuz Troy might - Beat your head untill you black out..//
But your tracks sound like every Fuckin ass in this fags town..//
Who he chased 'round had slapped him in the face ..//
And after K's round, i'm amazed that he even made out..//
Alive - cuz after all them played out rhymes..//
Honestly, If I was Honesty and I payed out five..//
I woulda came out like "uhh, i had neglected to listen"..//
And except it as a bad executive decision..//
On the site's behalf - I saw you site and gasped..//
From that homo Blog..thank God i dont own a scanner..//
Cuz i'd post some random shit that amuse these guys with..//
Views of you disguised as St. Cule's Junior High pics..//
From ’96 – and you remind me still - ..//
Of a westcoast version of Reflexx, with less writing skills..//
And im the type to kill – with shots to your head targets..//
And Poly aint up for an emmy, still cause plenty of red carpets..//
You sayin Emcee Fitz aint hard, you should pause n think..//
That your Blog’s got you rock’n pink, and full of Dawsons creek..//
Adds, but in order to learn this street shit..//
You gotta be less concerned on who Kaite Holmes’ll sleep with..//
Ill leave you domes and your cheeks split – Chest explodes..//
Through your vest until the rest of whats left is bones...//
And every crescent in you breast plate – will lessen when I press play..//
And have you wheezin inbetween lines like Noodles Breath control..//
