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Genre
Charts
Peak #927
Peak in subgenre #428
Author
P-nut
Uploaded
June 11, 2006
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MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 3:00
Lyrics
I know it’s round two but it’s still the same shit
Name flip, the same shit cause ya brain brainless
Let’s end the pain quick, aim with a crane kick
You calling him stainless, but he far from solid
Bringing the anguish, punch with a sprained wrist
To quake the same plates that lay on ya aim list
Let it go, it heinous, when saying he take this
Really means my take made waste of a lame bitch
You get it, I make sense, my cadence go into ya
The Emperor, go pass Mac like four cylinders
Flow splitting ya, my tone goin show pics of the
Way that I got in his ass like prone enema’s
See, I bring light when the vision is due
Deliver the news, I take him in a minute or two
I listen to you, see that I’m predicted to lose
Then I say it’s suspect like a criminal clue
Cause how, can one man ever say he’s first
When he sound like shit but a hundred times worse
If I were you I be scared to show my face again
But with a face like that, I’d wave a white flag
You suck, I’m glad, do the math and
Round up, the clown sucks, he is half bad
This damn fag, can’t stop me with sandbags
I use my grand hand, slap till his glands land
We’re gonna battle, you skedaddle with a plan tan
You ain’t a player, you a coach like a handbag
And when ya rap, the ref say ya best play
Set the south back another fucking decade
But hey, calm down, cause I’m knowing for sure
What I say about the South prolly stroking ya nerves
Show and observe, when you be unloading ya verbs
It sounds like ya accent’s tripping over ya words
Get it, well if not then I’mma claim you dumb
…You can’t, properly state the state you from
Ha, I spit it swiftly, your neighborhood is nifty
I’m from California, where the fuck is Miss-Ca-Sick-E
Oh, Mississippi…I’m sorry for the past but
Ebonics was a phase, your stuttering a craft
So mac, back it up for the fact it’s a fact
I speak English, you speak suffering succotash
Fuck sticking the pride, take a sit and decide
Cause you, living a lie and ya minimal mind
Is thinking, you can win with them typical rhymes
But I’m here to set it straight so the gimmick will die
Cause I’ve seen it for a minute, insert the name in it
Then find a way to flip it for the span of three minutes
And if it that don’t win it, here’s what he said
I’mma just post the pic and try to diss the jpeg
And that’s funny to me, so I’mma quote ya shit
Cause you only gonna talk about my nose and lips
And maybe the skin tone, so when you bump his new shit
He goin say he had a plan, but I foiled the blueprints
You see, I spit a verse, unravel it, call it battling
What you do is foul, we call it a form of traveling
Get it, you suck, I blame it on the nerve of ya, and
If looks could kill, you’d be a mass murderer
Man, how you win with that shit you be saying
It doesn’t add up, it’s like I miscalculated
So if he busts nut when he playing, then I’m saying
You so General Mac, I thought you fought for the nation
Yo, seek resistance, receive some assistance
To die with a flow, then you can sleep with the fishes
Cause you are not gifted, but I ain’t a hater
So the next time you rap you better pack a translator
