(Nyte)
Lets go!
Nyte's got some shit he need to get off his chest
A necrophile flow ho I wont get off till death
Cant run wit the big dogs? Keep yo ass on the steps
Spit at the front porch I scorch ya till just corpses is left
Im bad tempered I fight over ciara songs
The first one to step over some shit will get gone
Mouth and mind are in sync but dont cry me a river
When this tech connect to flesh you say goodbye to ya liver
But thats not the point of this flow, to prove that im gangsta
It's to prove to these fools a nigga will shank ya
With a verbal assault that'll halt ya cardiac
and leave you stretched out like spandex on e-40's back
You dont want beef on a track just run home and see momma
Before you catch a hundred handslap from a rap E. Honda
Mic Killaz I hold it down like g-forces on the ground
Impressive sound got me treated like a king in anytown
In my genes find any clown? Homey dont play that
She want money? Honey spinnin her wheels like pat sejack
they say "That boy got mental issues.
Cuz he dont wanna win battles, just to rip tissues."
I've been known to misuse my spoken language
So my teachers use to ask me "what the fuck is anglish?"
Bitch please try to pull ya head outta ya anus
Cuz I really dont need any other reason to aim this
I guess that they was bankin, or perhaps thankin sleepin on me was a method of supressin my ranking
Still cold wit the flow Mic Killaz the way to go
Place ya bets we the best lay the internet to rest
Any nigga wanna test best invest in a vest
from the east to the west never settle for less
Just peep what Im sayin we deep in the game
Got beef we use the heat to put a crease in ya brain
Masta Prenz Nyte Neek and H-town leave tracks slain
DAMN IT MAYNE!
