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The ReBirth Of Lyricism..
Song Info
Genre
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#152,166 today
Peak #282
#94,862 in subgenre
Peak #150
Author
Cad Quip
Rights
2004 Da Clinik Ent
Uploaded
May 06, 2004
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MP3 2.1 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
My styles vicious, telekenetically gifted
To raise crowds whenever I kick it, I'm the sickest //
To rip shit, since bootlegg tissue was invented
And if I said i hated you, I really meant it//
The first sentence, was made to make yah bones bend
And yah dome strech-out to an unknown end //
I continue to sin, and dropp yah rhyme book in the bin
While I rock more shows then concerts in the stonehenge //
Yah phone rings, with death threats on yah answering machine
I get mean with a urge to break yah spleen //
You a fake with dreams, and filled with hate it seems
I get extreme with dead emcees stacked in bunches //
And my lyrical teaboe comes equipped with punches
The assumption, of me begin the best is right //
I'm the best to wreck a mic you the best to bite
And I'll murderlize you fruitcakes who aint even ripe //
(Chorus)
My style of battle rap comes equipped with an axe
Ready to bash any emcee, that can't really rap //
I bring back the hardcore type tracks, the real rap
And thats my style of what i call battle rap //
(Verse 2)
Ayo the pope of rap, lays tracks to shake cats
And rape-raps whenever I lace tracks black //
Yah too wack, while i bruise backs with true facts
And chew cats whenever I run through raps //
I grew back into a lyrical master of disater
Murdering factors and wack ass rappers //
You bastards, I'm coming to blast yah with tactiks
That'll have you backflip if yah backs-stiff //
You wack bitch, you aint touching Cad Quip you lacking
Punchlines, rhymes & multies when you rappin //
Yah wack shit that leaves any niggas brains factured
You slacking, while I'm slapping yah wack ass words //
I'm deadly with verbs, but know I'm only dope to the third
I'll lay yah head on the curb, with scripts thats only supurb //
You herb, I spit words that never really exist
So take the black power sign and get hit by a fist bitch //
(Chorus 2x)
(Verse 3)
Gimmie that mic bitch, its time to wreck that shit
With lyrics that blow so get a bomb and set that bitch //
We'll watch it tick, till the timer reads one second then split
but while yah running, you'll slowly get tripped //
yah lip'll rip then you'll drop on yah neck It's split
I'm grimey bitch, and fuck with slugs cuz im slimey trick //
You can allign some dicks, but i still can't be fucked with
You fucken musket, I got chu shitting buckets //
Of nuggets, whenever I summit some rubbish magic
Measures get drastic, streched out like plastic //
And Punchlines you lack shit, Multies you lack shit
Mic Presence you lack shit, And Skillz? you lack shit //
I'll leave you wrapped in plastic, you fucken wack bitch
I'm quick to lay scripts and still make it sound sick //
Rounds split through yah fore head bood on the bed spread bitch
Think you can survive that shit? you a god if you life though it //
Spit fluid, with blessings on the mic like buddhist
Whoever knew this Mic Terrorwrist would do this //
Think I spit sick? Image When I'm Zooted!
