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Lyrics
.[Chours].
when these wack emcees babble talking about they wanna battle /
I treat em all like cattle, slaughter em out in seattle /
then I'm on my way back home as I slip out like a shadow /
sitten on top of the world riden high on my saddle /x2
.[Verse 1].
I'm low down and shifty, not a flow round tah fit me /
I'm off my fucken rocker like I showed down with fifty /
battle emcees cuz I'm on a battlen spree /
these motha fuckaz really think its wise battlen me? /
I'll severe yah head so a meddling veteran bled /
yah fucken deader the dead with each and every letter I said /
cuz i'm a competitor bred for breaking bones and cracking heads /
and I ment what I said when yah left in a hospital up in a bed /
in critical condition, just close your mouth and listen /
every word I say is aimed at yah dome and never missing /
I'm like a sniper elite getten hype on a beat /
every syllabal hits the snare like its right from the heat /
my flow redifines a way to grab at yah mind /
and slowly I will shine, its only a matter of time /
rockin a beat bye Shadowville and surely I will climb /
to the pinacal of rap and show this shit is mine /
.[Chours].
when these wack emcees babble talking about they wanna battle /
I treat em all like cattle, slaughter em out in seattle /
then I'm on my way back home as I slip out like a shadow /
sitten on top of the world riden high on my saddle /x2
.[Verse 2].
call me a Hip Hop Vindicator, the sickest rhyme creator /
never once became a traitor, i'm so sick of these fucken haters /
haten on a masterpiece, one day that trash'll cease /
dont even say you ask for peace then blatently trash my niece /
cuz thats some fucked up shit and you bout to get roughed up quick /
why must I trip over these bastards running they lip /
its like a never ending cycle, repeating so I might go /
fucken psycho, flippen out with the right flow /
to any beat cuz my rhymes allways find the snare /
its Poetry in Motion when I spit without a care /
so whenever I grab the mic I drift off to a better place /
somewhere I can be myself cuz I'm actually a basket case /
driven crazy bye society, now rap is my propriety /
I got so many flows because I'm a master of veriety /
I never stick to the norm because I love to dabble /
using so many words its like I'm playing a game of scrabble /
.[Chours].
when these wack emcees babble talking about they wanna battle /
I treat em all like cattle, slaughter em out in seattle /
then I'm on my way back home as I slip out like a shadow /
sitten on top of the world riden high on my saddle /x2
.[Verse 3].
in the coldest tundra lurks an emcee from under /
the darkest depths of rap, tearing emcees asunder /
and its no wonder emcees don't roam alone /
they gotta travel in packs when advancen on my throne /
cuz I dwell in a laberynth, a maze of corridors /
with spike shootin floors like a blaze of 44ers /
shattering bone and ripping tissue, its my flow that'll hit you /
its like steppin to the mic knowing that no one'll miss you /
cuz I'll rip through yah flesh like a hot knife through butter /
decapitate a limb for every wack rap that you utter /
starten with your fingers and toes, I'm bringin them flows /
tah shock yah fucken system, got yah thinking yah froze /
its like time stands still as I rhyme at will /
every line sharp as a dagger cuz my mind will kill /
so I crush like orange, leave you busted torn /
falling away from me like a flustered korn /
.[Chours].
when these wack emcees babble talking about they wanna battle /
I treat em all like cattle, slaughter em out in seattle /
then I'm on my way back home as I slip out like a shadow /
sitten on top of the world riden high on my saddle /x2
