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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,526
Peak in subgenre #835
Author
Knowl
Rights
Ramsey Distribution
Uploaded
August 10, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
Intersite battle held at www.urban420.com
Knowl O'Brian aka Knowledge vs. Lord Raska
Lyrics
I’m heartless!!!!!!!!!!! Daring niggas to bark shit, A marksman, pummel targets, get ya heart ripped, into small compartments of garbage, like run down apartments, Knowl spit that that hard shit, ya fam can mourn after, regardless, can’t afford laughter, when I perform massacre this lord raska, will get torn faster than a bitches anal passage getting hit by 4 10 inch dick porn actors/
The name is knowl drop them punishing cuts, niggas like Raska be runnin from us, muskets’ll bust, leave niggas walking on crutches and stuff, be real dogg, is you thuggin or what, cause you’ll neva live up to ya name like a sullabid slut/
I am, the nigga that comes and runs through ya slums, raska getting beat like drums, it only takes one, cock back and punch, deflate ya lungs, crush ya bones to crumbs, b-boys is where I from/
I guess, my chaotic, brain logic’ll restrain oxygen, from blood flow causing vein stoppage, rip the biggest bone out of your frame box and beat you with it till you say stop it, you keep tryin to move but can’t sustain progress, said you wanted to see the estranged knowledge, so I took fire to ya eyes and wrote my name in flamed optics while your family sits in pain watchin/
I’ll put slim’s underground shit on a bat and swing it into ya teeth so the pain stays infinitely, wak emcees ain’t offending me, hit so hard leave you wit worst amnesia than the Bourne identity/
Fa century’s I’ve been show rocking, my flow option, is show stopping, like pro boxing, beat ya ass while all ya ho’s watchin, fuck this lord raska bastard, watch me throw rockets, and blow ya body parts to the middle of nowhere, don’t dare, west coast I flow there, I rock crowds, only fans Raska got are the ones that blow air/
No error no flaws, I told ya’ll Knowledge is leaving pro’s scarred, I’ll rip you and the ghost writers that wrote yours
Fa all my b-boys keeping ya’ll in health, just to see you smile and enjoy yourself cause I’m the type of nigga that’ll fight a nigga, and when I strike this nigga, I might disfigure everything up inside this nigga/
I’m the sound of lightening in the shape of water, what is this fake lord gay for, he’ll get raped and slaughtered, leave his body in river banks and harbors, after I rush cuts to ya head like and impatient barber/
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