Students of Hip-hop and life. All of the songs currently on our Soundclick are from are early days of us figuring our syles. We have more material incoming.
I hit shyt/
To get it/
while Darryl marmis licks tips of slick dicks/
How many cocks have been between ur big lips/
Lets get realalistic/
U can tell smokes sadistic/
Jus count tha bruises on ur face where tha bricks hit/
I dont do it for fun i do it jus too split wigs/
admit it/
Ull never make it/
f*** in wit smoke ill sharpen my blade bit/
U look a little nervous u been takin base hits/
Crack cocaine/
U couldnt entertain/
if u was a stripper doin magic tricks with needles in her vain/
d23 ur rhymes are ABC/
Pack it up and go back too tha bar u call chi chis/
I got so much flavor u cant taste me/
face me,And kno ur losin/
Think u provin/
to me ur movin/
All u did wuz remix a song with illuziun/
Now ur suin smoke cuz u cant handle me/
U wont win that either if i pleed insanity/
I cant stand too see a wasted emcee/
u aint deep all u are iz dense B/
U feel these moves/
Grind ur face with iron mic screen since ur silky smooth/
Your Built too lose/
feel tha noose around ur neck/
Expect me to be impressed by ur wack text and audios/
U snotty ho/
ill get my shottie bro/
U 16 year old child/
F*** in with an wild ADULT/
Climb the muther f*** in saddle//
Ur words are prattle//
Step on up to ur cuz so we can battle//
BEAT ME?ha,THAT'LL//
Be the day//
U say u can beat me but there aint no f*** in way//
UR proally up on yahoo askin for wordplay//
On a work day//
check out the cliche//(lol)
d,go on and display//
Three seconds into war and uve got the feelin of dismay//
this may//
HURT,I walk on ur skills like they was dirt//
At the lowest level//
Ill bury u so bad the coundnt dig u up with a shevel//
Yo ur skills couldnt burn me even if u were the devil//
Or should i a say satan//
reawaken-to start shaken-dimp-of-his-fakin-perpetratin-hatin rappin//
who thinks his basic-and plain sh** - is makin- sh** happen//
i've been resurrected-to be respected-and untested- and not stressed kidd//
by this heartless-ball less f** whos grown full grown breasts//
if you think less/ of my verbal ability//
there's a possibility of absolute hostility//
with lyrically profound insensitivity//
and with a large increase of my intensity//
