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With these lyrics i write down, when you hear-it its like wow/
despite it'll take a fight to put the mic-down/
people keep talkin bout these white-clowns,altho my rhymes at the site-crowned/
if you wanted to battle or fight right-now, i'll spit sumthin quick to show you how hype-sounds/
my mind-pounds,the times-now, find-how before it dies-down and release my rhymes-out/
bite-down on my dick, number one picks n pricks when were pissed were sick/
you aint dissen shit you wish bitch this is it we got a grip like a c cup on sum double d tits/
Dropped plenty rhymes, many times and we still dont get propper recognition/
now were hotter on a expedition LISTEN out to Slaughter your repetitions/
y'all stay on text and get strong reps when were the best who stress complex/
write ten bars in 5 minutes or less to congest your chest while you take longer then gurls buyin a prom-dress/
Murder the Contest, Honest sum convix who get under-rated n hated/
not modest got logic, wonder why your haten the shit were sayin n staten/
never faken forever maken statements together waiten clever placement/
wheathers changin whether were patient with maintnance sever them shaken/
debaten whether or not a cop gets shot n popped caught n dropped, soaked in blood like a cotton-swab/
are forgotten-props arent stoppin these cocks,
crime locks my mouth on my brain in prime so i can speak my mind
Nigel:
why I gotta prove myself - time and again?
Is it cuz I got white skin but I am black within?
Is it too hard to comprehend - that I'm not eminem?
Fa' sho his twin - I don't even begin sound like him
The flows unique - speak sleek street when it comes out the beak
Technique n physique elite - get ya put on complete delete
Leave deceitin' freaks dumped in a creak
Or a ditch, I don't pitch that shit
Spit bitch - switch hit - or just admit
U couldn't hang if the pop mob bang was the klu klux gang
So lemme explain, my pain, my strain, why I'm insane
I don't use my main brain - for everything I a-ttain
I gain, my reign, thru strain, poppin' vains
I aint gon front - everyone knows it the hardest 9 to 5
Its to no surprise, when guys don't make it out alive
But I'm still here wit my rap career
Still the premier lyrical pioneer, persevere - every year
On the frontier - I appear, like a sphere in my pop mob gear
I done passed your mass - you're not in my class
If u don't like it act like a bass, and pucker up fagget and kiss my ass
Fa’ Sho:
What Do I gotta do to prove to you that I’m fit for this
No matter what u say or do, I will not quit for shit
What do I gotta to do prove to you that I’m fit for this
Grab a mic, flip it upside down, n show u that I’m pissed
Yo, Notice, half of u claim that I’m bogus
Motive, solely, drainin my focus
You’ll never slow me, or hold me back
Jus show respect man, u owe me that
And ignore the fact, I jus stole yur track
Cracked yur cd, n gave it back
Attached to my 8 tracks an rhymes
My skill makes up for what I lack in lines
Flow complex, worse than Ex
Leave you sweatin more than an hour of sex
Use Power Text, I’ll devour n wreck
Sit back n watch how u cowards get
Scared shitless, witless, leave u spitless
Stab u wit a nail, n give u a tetnis
Shot, stop, n kill the cops
Shoot the whole block, n leave no witness (hold up)
What is this?, Back to business
Grab a bat, n beat u senseless
10 hits, 20 hits, makes no difference
Jus gotta complete this hitlist
Goddamn man, I don’t get this
Prove myself is some hard ass business
Mic Sick!!, but how do I prove it?
Screw it, I’ll jus let my words do it
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