Circa V Blackout (EB Audio Tourney)
circa dropped this 'full song!' against blackout in the emcee-battle.com audio tourney
The Emcee-Battle Label Foundation...The Keepers Of Illness
This is the label, where our members are coming together to create songs and get heard on mixtapes etc. That will be sold site-wide. at the site.
Lyrics
(Circa Rhetoric)
(Verse 1)
Im back like chucks and fuckin napster kid
Flame spittin like james lipton know what an actor is
Cant tell you how many times Ive smashed the biz
And had every rappers bitch on matresses
Used to not havin shit, and the rest boppin wit diddy
Clash with this, I blackout six blocks a ya city
You just a rook kid, that gits mad when beat
Im the type a vet that puts sick cats to sleep
Battle me, you'll be sad to see that circ is niceness
If males is herbs, then this girl is spices
And as soon as I strike bite the curb and ya lifess
I slice with words with a surgeons preciseness
Murder ya life is, spittin flame where the mic is
Holdin on to this whole game with a vice grip
Blaze on the mic dont pursue me this far peer
Im straight with the bite, only dude wit a bark here
Play wit ya life hit you with a sharp shear
Im drunk but dont drive, still ruin ya car rear
You’ll pull off a W if they forget im battlin’
Not seein round three, you aint even semi talented
(Chorus)
War, every time you fuck with this dude like whoa
Ima walk up to ya crew like yo
What your whole team know about mic flo
Gimme your lyrics sheets I throw em out like whoa
Circa Rhetoric I burn fellows like oh
When I apply heat you turn yellow like dough
Ima beast, rollin tough blazin the streets the type to throw grenades at ya peeps
Believe ima beast, get the aim and I seek if you wanna get famous then creep
So you know ima beast, and ima blow flames with the heat hit the range and im takin the streets
Believe ima beast, and if you want beef then we'll spark it im harmin and stompin ya face in the street
(Verse 2)
Run child, while you still can, flee out the game
Cuz my heat flows known to knock the c out ya name
I seek out the flame, so save it cunt
You couldn’t spit hot wraps if you swallowed a flaming blunt
You could chase or run bet Im finding ya
You seein the semi finals when my semi final ya
The Jedi Rivalah, Im a warrior brethren
You need to spend more time in the tutorial section
My heat fill up all corners and scorch ya dimensions
Don’t even talk about next round, its pointless to mention
My speech’ll get to ya, my rhetoric split ya
You aint seein the next round like the first set of tips hit ya
Who you pursuin kid? You aint facin me?
You gon have to pay cheese for a fallen angel beat
Aint it plain to see? That we slay rook raps?
Even ya soundclick page want your release date pushed back!
(Chorus)
SHOUT OUTS TO IC
(©Last Breath Records 2005)
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