Paradox first, BlurUrOpticz second, Paradox third
Original emcee...Peep me out...Reppin Nc
Story behind the song
just pushin a little lyrical weight around..
Lyrics
demanded the ghat, ill leave you branded for that//
cats givin me a piece of mind, im handed it back//
the mike landon of rap, i wanna bury the hatchett//
bury it in ya throat graspin, then quote this on ya casket//
yall cats is faggots, my thesis//
and wouldnt stand out in a room of parapalegics//
cut you in pieces for tryin to breach this//
ya wack fetus... attack ghat attached from the back of black jesus//
its crunch time, so make up lines//
ill break ya spine quick like colobine lunch lines//(gunshots)
the games are over, this is written war dominece//
castin wack lines,are u fishin for compliments?//
get it?, wax-ya-team-quick, im mad sick, //
yet ya rhymes are full or "holes" like a crack-fiends-wrist//
snap ya domes to bits when this microphone hits//
clone the rips, until there isnt a bone left to pick, Motha Fuccas
