sum ill shit
wut tha fuck man,i dont know.........
i dont got a mic,this wuz done w headphones n shit,stope sum sampels n beats n .....got a lil track
ill add sum good shit wen i get a mic
Lyrics
thun you weak,my techneke leave ya head leak on ya bed sheet //
you bringin red meat while i shead heat //
to broil beef,wut eva pass my royal teeth iz boiled breif on loose leaf
//
ya commander n cheif passed a news brief ,so follow orders //
i spit sh*t so acurite,sh*t 'hollow quarters' //
from 50 paces,to split faces in 50 places //
my flavor quickly chases ya tastless basis to tha waste list //
trash iz contagious,im sick of tha wack emcees who taste bland bad crews spand turnin boards to waste land //
when tha raw race land space expand leavin ya face tanned //
im out this world n galaxy,in all acuality those who battle me loose track of reality when i crack ya anotomy //
my verbals bring impact like crop circules,i hold weight like tha gurtels ya girl pulls //
to hold her gut in i put my cut in before cats start floodin //
tha thread wit questions n comments,disectin sections n contents //
"whats that mean?,how'd he thinka that?",ill sink wut you spat in a "drop of a 'HaTT'//
ya barz struggle to connect,like you rhyme 'from check to check' //
welfare dont help-their,disrespect ill break ya neck //
project-a-teck cuz ya intelect has yet collect correct //
subject matter,and it only shows how wack-you-are when ya finest line-hits,are at my avatar //
its gone be bazarr,wen they dispatch medics to patch a scar,wen you split in half,like a cigar //
all you got iz that n my name?that sh*t iz lame ill crack ya game,n scatter ya limbs,from BOSTEN to main //
flossin-ya-frame on a chain,tossin-flame crossin-ya-main-vain exaustin-ya-brain,tha thoughts-in-ya-drain on tha wood grain //
now that 'ya minds on tha board' we'll find if you accord wit a true war lord //
