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I'm lynx from True Hell's Creation, or THC. I'm a rap artist and we will run this rap game!
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #5,318
Peak in subgenre #806
Author
lynx
Uploaded
February 18, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I know whos on top and its not you, got you wearin a skirt-type thing like you was Scottish, cops spottin this gun-wielding maniac through the mirror of your cottage with you held hostage, beware this hot diss, hot dish comin through, spot this top hit by the Kronik Krew times two, without you all about you, ya’ll knew who would be number two, call you to stall you as Kronik sets up the explosive device and knee vice, THC haunts at night, knock you out like a busted tail light, THC’s bond is tight, got you tryin to escape like a con might, believe you me its gonna be a long night so pack the bong tight, your outta sight like P. Diddys Da Band is, doin line after line like the Olsen Twins, gettin the spins as if i was a DJ, see jay and lance tear up this track, we say that you say jack, we stay and count stack after stack, smack yap after yap, faces gettin slap after slap, THC gettin clap after clap, standing ovation for lance and jason, bakin the ingredients together to make a classic, whatever it takes THC has it, blast this hit full blast cause its goin fast like steroids after Ben Johnson gets a hold of them, chalk this up for another THC win
Like Lloyd Banks I’m on fire like pulling the wrong wire, your crew’s full of lil people like the shire with lyrics lopsided like a car with a flat tire, you in a case with dire consequences, lined up along the fences ready for action, lynx the main attraction like a chick in traction you feelin the pain, like a family dog you too tame, runnin this rap game while you full of shame like Martha Stewart, not even good enough to be my lowly steward, slowly your Crew Heard that you came third in a race like President’s, Resident’s must vote for change all across the land, your fate’s in my hands so i’m slittin my wrists, steppin to you fistless and you still unable to diss this, you just makin this guy madder, got your splattered brain scattered like a seafood platter and your nose shattered like a fatter persons confidence, lynx long since been the greatest emcee to spit so don’t even bother cause you don’t even have half of it
Lynx be here so fear this, spear this right through the heart from finish to start or start to finish better than who you’ve been with, done this gone and won this hell of a one diss, smackin your lips with my fist and leaving you with a lisp, trust me I aint gonna miss, thus be who done ya sis, wish you could step to this let alone defeat this, lights out like switch, this lyrical artist is unmatched second to none, you won congrats man, wake up its just a dream, whatta ya mean you were just creamed, best lyricists ever seen lynx and Kron be, THC song fiend yall need your hit, more spit than a whore chick, breakin all the ol timers hips so stop flappin your lip cause no one can ever step to this THC hit
