Lyrics
isntrumental - hellbound
Nostalgia, i hope that ya ready
i'll be rippin u apart and i dont needa machete/1
they call me Moc ready or not here i come u cant hide
run away its useless soon u will be mines/2
i got this win, already in hand
in my reach(toothbrush) so im spittin victory out man/3
got this guy a lil dizzy i'll be hittin him man
turnin darker then bruises forget gettn a tan/4
never heard of ya, ur considered the new guy
spittin gainst me, leavin u behind of Moc Five/5
its true indeed, im the "what ever it takes" guy
no competition, nobody will stop Moc Five/6
i'd feel the lost if i was in ur sandles
u couldnt grab the W even wit handles/7
this battles mines, im gettn this here
u could be a horror freak, but u got somethin to fear/8
here
instrumental - so much more
Moc Five, Moc Five, wit another battle
im on top like cowboys on they saddles/1
on top of the food chain, devour his verses
tools inside but qualities wack like fake purses/2
so u write and u spit but ur wastin ur inc
only time u really spit is when u vomit in ur sink/3
i never heard of nostalgia, maybe a new name
but changin ur nick wont get u a new game/4
