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WERE NOT UR TIPICAL NET MC'S WE DO IT ON AND OFF OF THE COMPUTER
Song Info
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Charts
#161,244 today
Peak #872
#25,075 in subgenre
Peak #139
Author
Finesse!
Rights
utl
Uploaded
May 10, 2003
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MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
i'm full of laughter/
because every time i hear this rapper/
he gets wacker an wacker/
what a disaster/
what are u after/
if its my title i'm guranteed to smash ya/
doesnt take much to blast ya/
dont fuck me boy--leroy who's tha master?/
pussy came to tha board an decided to follow me/
said he was tha best--i asked for an apology/
he denied an doubted i was challenging/
so i freestyled an what do u kno? fatality/
only thing good finity shit was his quality/
no analogy--can compare u of whats defining me/
aint like you fell off-u was wack from start/
suck so much ya tracks got passion marks/
time an talent tha man is wastin/
he gon engage an get his ass whipped like anna mae did/
someone be his damn replacement/
ya wack ass--ya tracks pack trash like sanatation/
who does he think he's facin?/
he betta learn i gotta metaphorz-to burn emcees like cremation/
someones thinkin he's fakin/
finitys upset cause there no relation/
its much hatin/
i flow like pipelines-while mike lies an try to write ryhmes witout frustration/
i'll rip this prick-wit unique phrases/
to get a standin ovation/
maybe theres another career u like to pursue/
please not rap--cause elton johns asswhole is tighter than u/
rocket launcher wit lyrics so my flames wont miss ya/
an leave ya body parts tangled like a game of twister/
dont neva call me a boy i see nuthin but men here/
u prolly upset cause i'm nicer an u got me by 10 years/
stallin in tha battle c'mon i neva been scared/
i got more w's than santa clause got chin hairs/
What tha use finity--Your just losin ya dignity/
tryna be little me-my contract signed/
an u whine cause u'll neva make it in tha industry/
i'll blow up--an u'll be tryna work it out like public enemy/
u chose tha wrong path in this fork/
tried to sit in my throne now ya ass gettin torch/
for invading my kingdom u need to apologize/
tried to teach me but i turned this bitch into columbine/
take out any cronie as soon as i gotta/
i'm tha sinba of this jungle--hukuna matata/
tha best round these parts--assume that i'm hotta/
sunnin u- only enough room 4 tha father/
sendin arron boys an emails like tha bitch off swimfan/
when i listen an u stealin punches from jin man/
regurgitatin garbage---like u copped ya flow out a tin can/
all fire-one nighter i'll write to my pen jams/
ass whippins what u catch when u mess wit tha wronf ppl/
cause tha kid packs tools like home depot/
u havin to much confidence done sent me to rage/
although i coulda had u gone in 60 seconds like nicholas cage/
i neva undastood cocky bums/
who swear they makin hits but worn out like rocky's gloves/
I could talk on track i aint have to write/
turn on tha beat an catch waves like surfers an satelites/
prolly tha softest nigga on talkin bout gats an knife/
when u prolly scared of blood like magics wife/
