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Genre
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Peak #484
Peak in subgenre #247
Author
P-nut
Uploaded
July 14, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.3 MB • 128 kbps • 3:36
Lyrics
I settle upon land, you settle upon porches
Trying to find ways to gain with grown oranges
When it comes to flow, I’m saying he just force it
Call him ebay, what he say remain morbid
Talking to his friends, they claiming he goin scorch it
Though we wouldn’t quote it devoted to fine sources
See, you be the poorest, and I won’t stop there
Cause the props you receive is the form of a lawn chair
You brag about your buzz, but if you caught air
I was made to stop departure, the father of dropped fares
Is me, so beating me is believing in horse shit
Cause I came a long way, you grieve on a short trip
See, I know the tricks you find, wanna list em fine
You got assistant pimps assisting crimes
See when I say, if you’ve not caught this
You rely on his buds more than four botanists
That’s the reason he winning, cause he can’t out-rhyme
But he thinking he a demon with them standout lines
But if you break it down, and retract those lines
You would find that little Ci is a pantomime
He got an ass whipping that you can’t co-sign
Try speak clear, you collapse your mind
So after this round, you will not be existent
And commit suicide before pronouncing persistent
I don’t need the teck and the steel to threaten ya skill
I add Cire, to the fire for a Mexican Meal
Check it and chill, I wreck it when I’m setting to kill
So after this, you can tell me whether heaven is real
Go and find your best lines, I take seven at will
Till he fell, he was better off left in Brazil
Cause see, I’m the dream he’s yet to fulfill
So if he got the upper hand, I’m addressing a drill
You over the hill, why you pretend to be fly
When you lose any day that’ll end with why
I thrive, and when it comes to nonsense you cry
I’mma call it dog food, your content is dry
And I, I’m patriotic with the best supply to
Hand your family the flag when they veteran dies
Cause even if you seasoned on your next reply
You’ll still trip, over your lips past next July
Test and try, to find when your flowing is on
The opus is drawn, leaving us showing a yawn
But see, I show love so I open my arms
Giving an a-hole a peso for mowing my lawn
See, I liked you but now I gotta test this
If you really got fans, I’m saying they senseless
When the season come teasing onto the next shift
I wouldn’t see a Cyclone surroundingTexas
Why, cause you go about blowing a bout
So when it comes to next round, you’ll be going without
Plus, we like lyrics so we focusing doubt
You shout, and sound like a motor boats in ya mouth
Get it, you fail to fell him, I scale this villain
Cause I’m…beyond Duke like Shelden Williams
Hey, and when it comes to the tales of killin
You comprise all the dust that’ll trail my spillin
Fool, so soon you see, I prove to he
That he force his flow till he lose the beat
Then again, I assume when you groove to C
You agree, it sounds like he chewed his cheek
Better wave the white flag, then choose to flee
Cause you getting outdone when you feud with me
Plus, them rhymes you do, define the clue
That if you are what you eat, then I’d be you
Deja vu, the chosen guy, your prone demise
Apparent at the time when you soul will sigh
Goodbye, you gone die to the known surprise
So when I beat you material the clothes will dry
Open eyes, to find when his lisp attacks
He became the first cat to have his mic spit back
At em, so I fathom when I’m pacing this level
It should read my opponent’s a Tasmanian Devil
