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1 man, 1 mission, 1 chance
Introducing ESP, the greatest thing to come to hip hop since the microphone
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #11,510
Peak in subgenre #6,972
Author
ESP
Rights
2002 ME
Uploaded
December 31, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
insayne...
Lyrics
[intro]
aight yo this is my verse... ESP kreep whatever the fuck you wanna call me, kiss my ass insayne
your a criminal without a purpous a hoe fuckin with herpes//I'm infectin the rap game with sickness//im the sickest so watch as i spit this//you wanna get back up you wanna still fight//you wanna get your blood spilled right//all right but don't come back cryin to me when u get KO'd//the story is the same old//haven't you been told//i spit freely as the illest MC that you'll ever see//look who we got here insayne running against ESP//your track got no bass so thats basis enough for me to raise shit//i ain't no racist but all these nigga's whack as fuck//what makes you think that you got lucky and got the luck to beat me//last time i scored you was at the door to meet me//knocked on the door got to hear your girl greet me//its hot the way that she treats me//sometimes in the dark its cold n creepy so she gotta heat me//she starts to rub me tells me that she loves me//she starts rockin her hips n then u get home she kisses you on the lips//so you suck my dick too bitch get off my nuts//don't make me show you how this shit cuts//don't make me put this in your knee cap n say this shits stuck//cuz i need this knife to cut the coke when i get home//don't worry im'a be broke by the time i get home//whats that u neva done drugs before you get happiness out of your mommy's hugs at the door//oh how sweet insayne just got his ass beat//if i was pone i'd jew the fuck outa you but im not so im'a beat the fuck outa you//whats that im outta shrooms i'd get more but im scared my room will move//i started this rumor dude i said that insayne is wack n he ain't black//oh shit i was right sorry jack//i just blew all your frontin and without the front you ain't got nuttin//you just got smoked like the paper i rolled the blunt in//maybe you should make like holla n get a cock on your arm//you got one in your ass so it wouldn't do no harm//im'a put this glock in my pocket n then cock it//nobody believes me i shocked it//you tried to throw a punch n i blocked it//now ya gunna go n talk shit//well im'a spit this rhyme while you talk it//
"im not done yet" *punch*
oh you comin back for more i thought u'd be lyin dead at your mother's door//while i was goin to fuck wit another whore//you see now this shits becomin a bore//i already had your ass beaten a few minutes before//before i even started this rhyme i knew that i clenched shit this time//while im smokin wit this dime//you ain't got no nuts so you gotta hang off mine//see g your kinda like a mime//you walk like you a g but when it comes time your punchlines don't flow//eitha that or you end up bein a no sho//i peeped some of your battles before n i got one question, where's the beat??//couldn't you at least give me the treat of beatin somethin semi-sweet//only time you ever won is when you beat your meat//and even then you couldn't excrete//i just turned your track on and put it on repeat//i played it 6 times over n it still didn't seem complete//im'a ask parse if he can send you a virus that'll take all your work and hit delete//and put and end to your so called CD//see your CD has a longer shelf life than canned meat//you should really change your name to spam n then retreat//cuz your rhymes flow like they concrete//they go so slow im beginnin ta think you can't even compete//you couldn't beat me even if you could cheat//but you can't because your insayne and im elite//
[outro]
aight yo thats how it is, good luck G
