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Creative Rap from CR
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #9,545
Peak in subgenre #597
Author
Lucifa/Lips
Rights
Lucifa
Uploaded
October 17, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
[Intro]
I dedicate this to
everybody...haha
ayo about 85 secs
straight fire for yo cats (who)
[Verse 1]
Ayo
I don't know the reason why you dissed me first/
I heard ya shit, posted mine, and now you bitch like girls/
I gave props to ya shit thought, "The beats are dope"/
so I posted too, and everybody cried like ho's (haha)/
"Nah he can't say Brooklyn, cuz he's from CR"/
"And he ain't real, we the only ones who are"/
And cuz you ain't get nuttin of the shit that I toldchu/
you called me freak, cuz you dunno the kicks is whatchu flow to/
Don't chu feel, like you got a lack of structure?/
that's why yo beats is tight, butcha flow sucks dick/
And I can't understand how peeps get street fame/
and sell records, if they sound like they need to rename/
to "ICF"...meaning "I Can't Flow"/
It's sad thatcha beats get wasted for you ho's/
And I'ma tell everybody around the truth/
the reason why you dissed me and I answered you/
You jelous cuz I'm new and even better than you/
I started to make beats, and be a rapper like you/
But whatever I do, I could be iller than +Kool G+/
+the Fugees+, +Eminem+ and iller than you be/
Y'all would never, accept that I'm tight/
even if you was still basement...and I was signed/
Shit, you say...I'm a wanna-be gangsta?/
did I ever mention dis or are you just anxious/
If Mike Best came here, wit his mother's 45./
my last wish was, he would also shoot all you guys/
I mean he can spare +Josk+...cuz he's quite tight/
but +Fader+ calls me wack tho his lines ain't rhyme (haha)/
[Hook]
Drop the mic
(you can't hold it)
you can't rhyme
I write lines, and I know how to flow em
but you can't rhyme
drop the mic
(you can't hold it)
Yes I'm right, you kow where ya goin
but you ain't tight
drop the mic
(you can't hold it)
(ayo muthafuckers you ain't tight mayne)
(drop the mic)
(you can't hold it)
drop the mic
(you can't hold it)
Drop the mic, c'mon let's fight
[Verse 2 - Lips]
Ayo I glide on track...carry pride when I rap//
Check my eyes…I’m bout to ride on da wack//
Go eyes on my back…dat witness all da hatin’//
I’m just tryin’ to free myself from enslavement//
Say what chu wanna…we'll be dat…believe dat//
I’m too busy for beef…where da weed at?//
Youngstas in bunches…they wanna battle me//
If they put they loot up…I’d have a fuckin’ salary//
Test ya mettle…ain’t shinin’ past da bezel//
I’m comin’ up outta da depths of hell wit da devil//
Lips and lucifa…rippin’ and bruisin’ ya//
100 crews’ll lose…when we choose to ruin ya//
How you gon’ say shit…when you wack?…I’m serious//
Y’all cats ridiculous…really…is you hearin’ this?//
False and phony, lost and bony//
Not even on they best day…could mahfuckas hold me//
Lay da smackdown…while you play da background//
Dazed and amazed …at the way I phrase my raps now//
Mic killa…for rilla…j ella wit da bomb…no filler…500 pound gorilla//
Bodyin’ a track…you a body in da back//
Any given day you peep my whip…there’s a hotty in da back//
[Interlude]
(drop...the...mic)
(cuz you can't hold it)
(drop...the...mic)
(cuz you can't hold it)
(drop...the...mic)
(cuz you can't hold it)
[Hook]
Drop the mic
(you can't hold it)
you can't rhyme
I write lines, and I know how to flow em
but you can't rhyme
drop the mic
(you can't hold it)
Yes I'm right, you know where ya goin
but you ain't tight
drop the mic
(you can't hold it)
..
drop the mic
(you can't hold it)
Drop the mic, c'mon let's fight
Ayo LIPS!!!
[Verse 3 - Lucifa/Lips]
Comin’ back around town for dat beatdown…round 2//
Put dat mic down…or bouncers gon surround you//
I clowed you…ask da crowd how they found you//
We gettin’ pounds…turn da fuck back around duke//
And head da hell home...you got a hell of a swelled dome//
I’ll cut ya eye like mickey did to slyvester stallone//
Fuckin’ bloodclot… dis a lyrical buckshot//
Considered yaself locked…u just got ya mugshot//
Da fact matter of this…if you step to me on battle
