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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,809
Peak in subgenre #947
Author
Lyrics: MIKdoubleE
Rights
Poor Mans Copyright (thats right, i mailed it to m
Uploaded
May 16, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
A battle..
Lyrics
I want you to understand why i'm rapping to a mellow beat/
It's the last day you'll ever see yourself as an emcee/
I'll put you in shame, expose your true name/
You couldnt touch any part of me with the shit that u saying/
No wonder they call you joe cuz u studder when u talk/
You aint considered a rapper u're considered a dud/
A bullshit nigga, with abilties of garbage/
Your babbling is getting me mad...for you is carnage/
I spit fire, and niggaz is calling me the lyrical arson/
You're the only bitch nigga in the city of carson/
I got respect for the color blue/
U're my natural friend, but i still beat the shit out of you/
I murder emcees, put em in caskets, burn em in groups/
I guess your next cuz you're bullshit and i got nothing to loose/
Oh shit i'm getting sad cuz i lost your respect, a terrible loss/
So i guess its suicide cuz i lost to the boss, right?/
WRONG, how can i loose to the whackest fucker alive?/
U aint the future of hiphop, u bring shame to the site/
U the great shooting starr and u shine on the rest/
But werent u the one who said that Double E is the best?/
Hey, you better keep an eye on me, dont loose the sight of me/
Cuz double E is the doctor, has the CLINIK of society/
I know u loving me, u wanna be like double e/
And when u see my cd, you'll be the first one that'd be buying me/
Shit is getting crazy, i'm pulling my card/
But u aint famous stupid....so i aint shooting a starr/
Of course i aint on your level, we both agree on that/
You are nothing but bullshit and Double E can rap/
Your shit is weak, i speak, the truth, to avoid defeat/
You're garbage, spit acapella and u still sound off beat/
Take it personal, take it very well/
How could i fall to a song of u talking to yourself/
I dont even know, why i'm wasting my time in battling/
A wack mothafucka with no skill in the art of rhyming/
Its funny, how u thinking u speaking the truth/
When half the time u babbling, shit that contradicts even u/
Let me prove that your garbage, let start with your name/
Check the books, a SHOOTING STARR is only TRASH roaming in space/
I'm the real starr, cuz i'm a supernova/
Faggot, you're like the freeway cuz all i do is run u over/
You spider, u live on the web, i'm fed, upset/
You shed blood down your neck, and now tell me that i lost your respect!/
In fact, you lacked, in dissing my ass/
I came back, did it right, dont gotta sing to know that/
Picture me kicking your ass, Jacking your stash, and laugh/
U do nothing cuz u know that i be holding the daz/
You're a bitch, no other word to describe you in/
I dont battle bitches, i only stick em in, bitch!/
