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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,267
Peak in subgenre #35
Author
Spotlight
Rights
OIS Inc.
Uploaded
July 26, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i choose a weak beat although its a key component
but why waste a good beat on such a weak opponent
Dabz gettin layed on the street, like he sleepin on it
either this nigga not saying much or are my speakers broken
fucka Dabz Designs that ass is mine
my fist create pics to son lets see what my jabs design
heads beggin me to give him a chance
fuck that his body gettin sewed up like the hemmin of pants
just started im bout to finish you homie
have them lines go cross your face like your signature homie
thought you was winnin im gettin rid of ya homie
your gettin slaughtered by this Warrior like im livin in Coney (who did this before me)
so effortlessly, while you are desperately
searchin threw your old notes to get the best of D
spit fire from my mouth like i was fed heat
you livin wit your step pops sorry i was a dead beat
left your mom in dead sleep lyin in bed sheets
wool got pulled down from your eyes i aint talkin bout shed sheep
a minute and a half yea that ass is gone
even your girl said "he can never last that long"
no audios, about time your ass dropped some shit
but dealin out blackjack only way you're droppin hits
i'll murk in you worst way right in your birthplace
only time you holdin shit down is durin earthquakes
leave the mic alone bitch, its best you rest
my punches heavy hittin knocked you back to drawin witta etch a sketch
nigga my sets the best watch who you play (uh)
he's a true pussy he lives where he came from
*shit talkin*
2nd Verse:
Spotlight got the potion spit truth in your ear
how this your first track you had a booth for a year
you the rap world dunce
the only rapper/boxer without one single fuckin punch
see this penis could never be this
wanna be OIS so he be on E's dick
copies his style, lyrics, musical interests
begs him on AIM for periodical visits
give him the business with no work at all
playin like he hard when he still livin wit his mom
nobody likes you got no point of interest
ok lyrics voice un-comprehensive
mumblin fuck stop stutterin chump
fall back little nigga dont want problems wit us
lost to Izzy and now he gonna lose to me
you design lines i call those losin streaks
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