Punch Lines - Mc -Illmatic Diss

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this was supposed to be dropped dec 24. but my mic broke and then i went outta town for christmas.i recorded this at my cousins house so excuse the quality. u a ugly muh f***a

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punch lines aka the truth

punch lines, Lloyd banks, Papoose, Cassidy, Cyssero, jay z, Cory Gunz, Dipset, jr writer, eminem, camron, biggie, big pun, 2 pac, Nas,

The name is punch lines as u can see.im a solo artist but have a team named street team. Im About gettin this money so if u wanna work wit me holla at the kid if u about gettin paper.

Song Info

Genre

Hip-Hop • New School

Charts

Peak #817

Peak in subgenre #89

Uploaded

January 04, 2006

Track Files

MP3

MP3 1.7 MB • 128 kbps • 1:54

Lyrics

nigga i cock fours pull it and i drop jaws/
to leave attic sonned like the windows on the top floor/
u think u hot dog nigga u was known to bite
and ride in every battle like the horses wit the roman nights
i dont condone ya type i rattle and spark bitches/
u stole inks flow in ya battle wit dark physics
u is bitch made and a fuckin noshower
how to fuck u airin out the block wit a snow blower?
nigga u no hova claim u the tightest
ill get rid of i-m like my aim had a virus
u wanna rally oc nigga when them callis cocked/
like a drug dealer theyll leave atic in the ally shot
u cant beat me so u got ya crew joining in/
this kids bitin death like he got a food poising/
im goin hard better aim at the chief now/
all ya shit whack so u calim that they freestyles/
nigga what u spit for ridin niggas dicks raw/
reach and the metal top ya top like a clipboard
yea i grip fours bullets will eject and graze u/
to leave mc dropped like a record label/
every battles hard my punches over shadow bars
and leaves ill tossed like gays at a salad bar
u battle hard? nah the truths u gassed
and u suckin off easy like mook and cass
now lets cut to the verdict mother fuckers is nervous/
cause im nice wit the aim call me customer service/
fam u bluffin on purpose sayin u runnin this shit/
tochin jasons head the only time u sonnin the kidd/