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OblivioN Battlez
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Peak #988
Peak in subgenre #22
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ODinc
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December 18, 2005
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MP3 1.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
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Battle vs Anthrax!
Vine(x)
Yeast(x)
Zebra(x)
Wealth(x)
Equip(x)
Ay yo I heard it thru the grapevine/
Anthrax would hafta steal from Mario just to take shine//2
I ain’t lyin, Im immune to wacks/
So to beat me, u’d need aids an sars on top of anthrax//4
Stand back, this kid aint standin half of a chance/
An that’s probly cuz he’s only half of a man//6
this shyt ain’t nothing new to me/
I’ll put anthrax on a tampax, cuz the nigga jus hit puberty//8
U got questions, my flow’ll solve em/
can’t get ya bread up, that’s the yeast of ur problems//10
ya flows trash kid, way below the average/
u avoidin all ya fights, cuz u cant see damnage//12
im on the block wit glocks that go blam bitch/
while u givin out head like fields of cabbage//14
u female rabbit, that’s why u get fucked in da game/
dick on ya mind, like u got fucked in the brain//16
try duckin a train, u’d have a longer track profession/
I aint pissed off, I always act on aggression//18
A confession, yeah I used to hold dem heaters/
So I earned more stripes, then a zebra wearin adidas//20
Yo u wanna be famous for an anthrax scare/
Well I’ll chop u up, an send ya ass through the mail//22
Thought u would sail, but my windz too powerful mayn/
If I smelled anthrax itz cuz u aint showered in dayz//24
I shower in haze, pass dat, u done failed whore/
I got more ice, then sleet blizzardz mixed wit a hail-storm/26
U flail arms, screamin runnin when the heats pulled/
So if its beef, we don’t see u like bad movie sequels//28
So if ur anthrax, then why am I bad for ur health/
If u keep rappin, that shytz gon’ be bad for ur wealth//30
Movin wit stealth, see im gone/
ur a bad investment, like stale tic tacs inside of Teflon//32
ya chests gone, cuz my flows rip wit precision/
lyrical incisions, help make this decision//34
we aint gotta fear anthrax no more/
until he aint wearin tampax no more//36
equip myself wit bigger arsenals than in RPG’s/
run up on this bitch, ‘gimme dem car keys please’//38
a word war is summin that u ain’t really want son /
but now im off to the store to go cop a philly blunt son//40
