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i'll put this shiet later.
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February 20, 2006
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 2:16
Lyrics
yo im battling spitz game so i gues its time i spit pain
grab a monitor mic and kick dirt against his name
dis kidd thinks hes all g rollin wid the b l double o d's
buh he never gona be a g
i seen more blood in a hood from a 5 yr old when he skinned his knees
dis imposter never shed blood in his life he just wears red on his old tees
not a og, he was a mistake when his parents had an orgy
o please you wana battle tonight?
dis kidd must b trippin or mayb his cornrolls are rolled too tight
fawk it yo i seen a million chinks but you caught mah eye
you walk side to side like a penguin plus you always seem high
so this kidd sounds like a g unit thugg when he cries
yo spitz could spit sick shit if he had eaten shit
n whuts wrong wid chur lipp cause it sounds like you literally spit
when you try to spit, your vocals result in a lips
i bet your mic was covered in spit after you recorded ur clip
shit you dont have the potential to record a hit
you had some ill beats mang but you murdered it in a bad way
you aint no hustler dawg you dont even gotta jobb
everyday you flash 20s you get from you mom
im battling another fraud gawd, when the fraud mob stop
once im done, each and every faker is gonna get popped
straight in the jaw, your material is raw
you lack battle skills, forreal and i bet you have no idea
what is bum and what is ill
fawk it im goin for the kill, my rhymes like titanium
you aint breaking em so prepared to be shook
you aint winning this battle dawg even if you did have a chorus or a hook
look you claim that you suck and i aint saying i disagree
but dont talk low of yourself if you plan to murder me
everything i say in these sentences are truth and legitament
dont judge me by how i look and who im wit
cause im a whole new man when im in the game of spitz
dawg i live in the hood and i got my beatens when i was younger
if dey hada jump you, they'll reject you and throw you in the dumpster
dawg they throw frauds like you behind bars to rot like a car trapped in a garage
this kidd thinks hes a baller like a little kid wid a 25 cent ring and a plastic burger king watch
fawk around wid me and i'll drop my wallet on you and leave you squashed
i gave you some time to work on your punches cause im working on mine
and im using you as practice and dawg im throwing rights like sick activists
you dont have the linemen or structure to tackle dis
all i need is my palm fingers and hand to form a fist
yo i dont even gotta sweat trying to beat dis crackhead
cause he defeated himself when he accepted my challenge
the steez form and grace das all i need to get dis muhfawker prayin on his knees
this artist spits with his tongue and not with his brain
check out his verses the ideal in every line stays the same
