this cat was suppose to battle me but then he backed out becuz he sed i wasnt on his level.lmao
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Lyrics
(breathe)
SS the man is here//
the only way you on top of me shinning is in a chandelier//
Now the plans in gear//
If you hate on me then I’ll be forced to pop ya top dogg like a can of beer//
Talk about yeat homie ya funds is low//
Ill censor all that talk for you like gun control//
You numb from blows, you the type to get sonned and hoe’d//
Watch me put my feet up on this, like I run the show//
Focus the god, na I’ma Change the scripture//
Ill frame you the outcome so you get the picture//
This vet done spit ya, trust me u aint tight boy//
The only fokissed/focus I know on soundclick is a white boy//
Im sic wit it, focus don’t let the hatas gas you//
You got punches, but ya emotion sucks ass duke//
I moved passed you//
And the only way that you’d shoot me is if you were a newscast crew//
I’m focused man, so now you cant provoke my plan//
I can throw hard punches but I’d rather just choke you man//
And tell you to breathe, cuz u don’t wanna push me//
I’ll lift ya skirt up and expose you pussy//
Get it right dogg I’m from killa C.A.//
You don’t run the streets, cuz there’s only beaches in V.A.//(Virginia beach)
Lets keep it real, you about to get murdered//
You fallin’ off homeboy, like a one hit wonder//
When’s the last time you’ve even had a battle//
Or better yet a fair one, cuz you get rode more then horse saddles//
This is Coerced cattle, since you think I didn’t have potential//
Im sonnin you fam, cuz I got the right credentials//
Get filled with lead, by lead I mean pencils//
or you can get shanked wit all sorts of utensils//
don’t test me son, I spit wit pure defiance//
ill dump ya chemicals on the curb, now that’s street science//
(beat switch-thief’s theme)
I don’t got fans, I got fiends who pledge//
You’s a bitch, so tuck ya tail between ya legs//
You never seen the lead//
Tired of getting ass rapped, well ill rip through ya spleen instead//
Or you could catch an infa read beam to head//
Fall back, ill put ya whole team to bed//
Focus its not wise to sleep on me//
Before u hear me spit, don’t speak on me//
I spit flames, that’s the only time sparks flash//
cuz the only way u “draw guns” is in art class//
so u could stop all that talk about bustin shots//
suppose to be the best on ss you lose all props//
u’s a lyin ass nigga, better yet a hypocrite//
my flows holds a hundred shots each one in the clip u get//
u never gripped a tech, u never get respect//
rest ya neck, you’ll get knocked out when the hits connect//
