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Peak #939
Peak in subgenre #491
Author
Sean Johnson
Uploaded
September 24, 2003
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MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
This is ain't a game, attack and get deceased
If you can't catch the beat you get swept off your feet
Think before you act be smart and retreat
If ya can't stand getting cooked stay away from the heat
Cuz look at my sack my balls touch my feet
So step the fuck back, don't be tough and bring beef
I'm harder than the street you cannot compete
I'm the great wall of seanjohn, solid concrete
All my past opponents now rest in peace
I'm like the meat market, blood don't scare me
Slaughterhouse style let'em rot for awhile
Til the stench is so vile that even the senile
Gotta admit my style's so sick and so ill...
I flow like bile digesting emcee's I don't feel
I'm not holyfield but this is the real deal
I'll leave ya mindfucked like them ex pills
Yall cocksuckers claim that ya got mic skills
I put a grand on the table says you don't get a deal
And if you do steal think I won't get it back
I'll challenge you double or nothing to a battle rap
And then you'll face facts, I'm nasty with my flow
You just passing gas cuz you a nasty hoe
Speaking of assholes, dummy don't ever start
I'll flip ya like a switch and makes your lights go dark
I'm the fire after the spark, the flood after the rain
You're a tire gone flat, useless and lame
This is a verbal war game when I grip upon my weapon
Battlefields bombarded with my lyrical injections
Run like a bitch and cry in the corner
Cuz when you step to me I hope you prewarned the coroner
It's a death wish blessed with restless rhymes
And you're a desperate half-wit worth less than a dime
Be glad I didn't take my time speaking my mind
I saw no need to take heed when the target's inside
I simply sold the state that shapes my survival
Talk shit, pop shit, you will be held liable
It’s undeniable you're just another stan
Don't get angry at me just because you're the superfan
You need to understand if you try to compete
I put you in a trash can like grouch on sesame street
I'll roll you down the block and laugh as you scream
Roll you back up the hill and do it over again
I’ll take reality and twist it with sick mixed emotions
Infecting your existence like a bitch with no devotion
I'll eternally exist, I don't fade like ink
I'm more like a shadow than a man I think
When the clock strikes your times is now up
30 seconds, 60 seconds, 1 and a half so what
No matter how many times you won with your cheesy rhymes
I'll always be ten times your skill with your best lines
So for this beat I’m gonna end with one last attack
Abracadabra get back in the hat you can't rap
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