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Genre
Charts
Peak #5,045
Peak in subgenre #2,664
Author
Illadelph
Uploaded
August 01, 2006
Track Files
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 1:53
Lyrics
Its unanimous,
These faggots wana roll wit illadelph,
I hold the stick of death,
That rolls trips like im sick wit wealth,
And I got 50 different flows, that rode a hoe whos flowing,
illadelph, whos boring? Bitch you clued in,
to defeat me you must be assuming!
No heart, cuz I peeled back ya chest and bees and pink butterflies was blooming,
sixty shots wit hits that could sever up spleens,
on tracks you soft and mushy centred like baked beans,
Its ridiculous to think of beating me see,
And for that Im seeping w/ glee, that I landed such a weak emcee,
Bitch you outta line like a blind marine,
A family trip to the beach, the only time you see weed,
And ya flow is comical like the new age Mr Bean,
The odds of you winning are less than first season expansion teams,
Always coming wit that bubble shit like mixing baking soda and tonic,
Show no mercy, murder seeds and then make the hoe lick,
But you lacking quick shots or flow sick,
Lookin at your flat lines is makin me claustrophobic,
Yeah You had some okay punches, but I bet you weren’t the one who wrote it,
I guess syllable got his first customer,
Mid verse, and Im at the peak of heat, like Africa in midsummer,
And he always wanting to jump on my beats like a gay drummer,
Untouchables touched wit sick to death finesse, that you cant lift,
How you claim the best crew, when only your weakest emcee on audio active,
Welcome to the lyrical realm of illadelph,
were weak emcees enter and are taught ridicule strength,
they leave wit stronger lines times 10 than hell rell,
make accomplished emcees lyrics look like something from nell,
You veteran? Nah, You so brand new, you wrapped wit a price tag, and silica gel,
Warriors enter to the valley of death,
and bones emerge like a President Mugabi rally instead,
Im feared wit fists alone, imagine if I was running wit techs,
This is a no brainer, im always burning Jay like Columbian junkies and wrecks,
This bitch is 24, and already spent half his life on the net,
Yeah I once listened to ur garbage, and no wonder you never get no views,
Like nudes stripping in church pews,
But heres some advice, quit the site, and stick to writing amazon reviews,
Im a fuming emcee, and ya shit never hit the top like broken curtain reel,
I was cumin wit better lines than you before I even hit puberty,
My sick lines come habitual prick,
Better hold the words in a mouth, like a mandible rig,
You a bitch,
Consisting of only double X chromosomes like that bitch in your sig,
I don’t need no guns,
He a pussy when it comes to stuns,
The battle before we start, and he run
All I did was check in, and he said fuck it you won,
Those punches land behind of time like Jack Dempsey,
Ima call this bitch Cleopatra, cuz he the one sucking Julius C,
You like an illiterate kid tryna figure einsteins theory, bitch you cant fuck wit this emcee,
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