Song Info
Genre
Peak in subgenre #424
Author
The Individual
Rights
Wicked Records
Uploaded
July 23, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Look at this dude, if your face represents your ill son
Then your eyebrows elevates...higher than ya skill does
I'll use you as my mic stand, man here, hold this
Tough Guy? Man you got whopped by the homeless
Trying hittin on my girl, man weres the love
Not to brag but you got slamed down by a bum
Mark my words, motherf*** er let it burn
Cuz you dissin me, Marques, see and learn
Tho its part of her name I'll never LIE to her
You couldn't take my place cuz you couldnt provide for her
She's my girl, she carries her own but i got to protect her
Wanting to get together when you cant even respect her
So you an emcee? You aint on my level, dont step to me
Lookin like Jean Clef's long lost refugee
Wait am i suppose to be scared, cuz im white and you black
Burnt to the limit! Cuz at night when I see ya Im like "Damn, who that?"
I know that, and i know your part of a crew called no name
What kinda crew is considered a crew with no name filled with no shame
No game and who can spit punchelines but has no aim, im on a road rage
Marques has no Offense, no gain, Rejected,yet again NO GAME!
I should dropped you on the spot but didn't wanna lose my job
Your prolly tryin to be like me cuz my girl said she likes me alot
Might as well not do it, cuz like ya life you aint goin no were with music
And i got proof to prove it
I put holes on your Cheek so it's 'Qicker To Breath
Since you find it hard to Stay In One piece so you can be 'Moved With Ease
The only reason you're Street is because your Homeless
You Suck so much that you can't even Swollow Your Own Spit
F*** you b*** , i dont got time to listen to you
Because you'll keep getting the hooks, like there's fishing to do
this h*** is stupid,i'll beat u to a pulp then use ur brain to soak ur fluids
ive owned this nuisance,now im searchin for a window of oppurtunity...to throw u thru it
cummin with the strong flow like i got steroids inside my cock
feelin~stumped? well see me in the streets and i'll ‘beat u on writers block
its over! straight 'air-lined' this kid..meanin i've delt-ya burnin to melt cha
U bitin or recyclin! either way all u do is Copy N Pastin like Kinkos Mergin with Elmers
ya senior citizen style is just old-n-boring, u tryin to whore me??
b*** , i'll trip u up while u doin ya ‘victory dance’ n 'dig potholes' on ya ‘road to glory’
givin u L's when i spit with flames a tun, ur lame so i'll evade ur puns
Damit ya dun, make u my son, i got this cuz even if u ‘look at it backwards’ theres 'No Way Ya Won
