Did this in 1 take and kept it. still more than enough to finish this fool.
Sil's on top of the Game like a Dodger fitted...
Ayo it's that kid Silhouette. Keep listening to my music and get me out there please. One.
Story behind the song
dude been doin audio and production for a while. jus recently been involved with me through my best friend. its all wax though, dude know we aight. jus wanted to show it aint about production in a battle, so i beat him with a 5 dollar mic and a take with screwups haha.
Lyrics
It's on, my friend, Silhouette's out the gate/
I read ya wack lyrics, son, and heard ya on myspace/
Get Em Daddy's weak? Then you aren't even on the radar/
Let's spar, Imma heavyweight, I don't even know who you are/
Think you in the game now that you got a real chic?/
Haley's mine, you get a better chance of movin brick/
Then gettin her, I'm spittin words, vernacular's immaculate/
Damn, I need to quit playin games now, I'm back to biz/
You never been on that Hpno, Tanguaray, Alize/
I've had it....Aye, supremo, FUCK THE GERMAN RACE/
Son, your all net, Imma control, alt, delete you/
Defeat you, with one line, HALEY'S CHEATING ON YOU/
Fantastic, i got your attention, now listen up/
Sil's next punches'll hit harder than a lead filled truck/
Talkin bout breakin bottles, who you think you are?/
Where the 40 oz.? Poured out all over your car/
Hey Jagermeister, calm your ass down, my raps aren't literal/
But i could still take you out at any given interval/
Son, ya rap days are over, put the career in the waste can/
I could spit truth to you faster than Pastor Mase can/
Have fun with ya girl, man, and you keep on hatin/
Cuz who'd wanna fuck a girl that been spun more times than a Dayton/
Now let me Pink Pearl this bitch for good, erase his name out the books/
Sil's done for tonight, mission accomplished, SON IS SHOOK/
Riddle me this, why's the German comin wack?/
Next time come correct, for now, imma rip you like Jack/
You lost your chance to stand with Sil from the words Cmon Dog/
My lyrics cause visual damage, can't see through the fog/
Hey spread the word to your crew, imma jack ya'll Side to Side/
Bootleggin Skee beats, wack ass hooks, never give me a fight/
You'd be disowned by Hitler, please man, give up the rap race/
Nobody's feelin Deluxe, cept the fat dudes at a fast food place/
You in the paper chase? haha nah dawg, that's loose leaf/
And don't worry about your girl, ill try not to stain the sheets/
1 AM and Sil's comin correct like it's midday/
Goodday, german fucker, now be on your way/
