Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #357
Peak in subgenre #14
Author
XM
Rights
2-Hammers Productions
Uploaded
August 27, 2010
Track Files
MP3
MP3 6.2 MB • 128 kbps • 6:45
Story behind the song
Previous loss a preseason match against Jim D some months ago. Nobody cares about preseason matches besides him. I am a decorated veteran of the Audio Battle League (ABL) and a Top Tier Battler/Artist of Rapbattles.com
He was so proud of his win against me he never stopped talking about it so this battle is to show he's never been on my level with any type of music via battling, freestyle, producing, or song making.
I am indeed a member of MerkSquad.
Lyrics
I'll disrespect this herb, all around this vet is cursed
One swift punch'll leave'em fall'n down in heavy dirt
Honestly ya death is first Jim D face'n me's
A Grave Landmark like hollowed grounds up in Gettysburg
X marks the spot of ya death, cemetary will floor ya
I come from above, aerial torture
So what you go to full sail, you wanna make the news
I'll putchu in the obituraries in Florida
I'm spit'n fire, is ya candle on?
Gotta preseason win, now you think you higher w/ da camera on
Listen liar, my command is strong
Post'n ya verse is useless like humidifiers in the amazon
Fresh concepts compared to me this homie's stale
f** fat b*** ass n*** listen you known to fail
ABL the whole season but wouldn't make a grab
For the cup as Indiana Jones in the Holy Grail
I torture soft raps, of course ya family
Can get ya death OnDemand, i'll show ya corpse on ComCast
n*** said i'm cold pussy, push me U don't need to cheat
to get smoked w/ codes to Mortal Kombact
You lack a punch, my fist is bothered, your a mistake
I'll time jump just to slit ya father
Jim's on the side of victory, your clearly in
The wrong neighborhood, you better be shack'n w/ Mr. Rogers
Might as well close up Vegas, the bet's over
I'm an one man army you're just the next soldier
Like Schiavo, you'll be left in a death coma
Next punch'll cost you the entire year like the Mets closer
sh** I deliver, asshole man
Dictate the scene, i'm stand'n w/ Castro, fam
Type to f*** ya girl, u'll jump outta The way
when balls fly at her face like that fan n the Astros stand
I'll fold Jim cuz i'm hostil wit deposits
Withdraw when I get'n all jostled in a coffin
Fossils out ya closet for future reference, shouldve
Kept Gods name out ya mouth like Apostles and the prophets
Rap? b*** you could practice in the next life
Cuz you aint gotta buzz that's just static from ya net stripes
Laugh'n at this vets hype who's never won a tourny
So ewin alotta danger like Patrick and his EX WIFE
You'sa clown ima brand ya as a jester, schools in session
So Jimmie you get'n damaged this semester
You aint a beast homie, Fred couldn't catch a predator
In this kid with Chris Hansen as Director
In rap? Brad Daugherty with a monster free
Run laps around him cuz Jim you don't amount to me
Leave you star struck with anomolies of astronomy
A sorry bastard ya drops probably an apology
Callin'em ill? I'm never murdered, Eli Whitney's
Deaths the only time i'm cotton, a kill
Not twist here or oliver film, I had the belt
Your just one of the other guys, Wahlberg and Will
Watch'n'em choke haunted by ghost
Toss'em a rope then put a f*** 'n knot in his throat
Jim loves to go to wars let'em shoot first
Brags to the frontlines cuz he's get'n spot'd for coke
Final destination i'll make ya fate a variety
f** social group u get'n raped by society
Why you think'n of fight'n me b*** , you cant
Put ya best foot forward your more like a wasted sobriety
F*** the past I gotta rookie tonight
Against me's a gamble like run'n bookies a dice
This a grudge match so when I say tired, beat, and f*** ed up
This battle's'll what your mothers pussy is like
*Pfft* Lyrically my sh** s ether
You best retire cuz every minute ya sh** s weaker
This is risky business, cuz now your taking
A chants with death like robbing a choir with the grim reaper
Can't think up luck, nor fathom a cover
Heat up ya nucleus my atoms are colder
Look this battle is over, I made you a witness,
Rocked the Heat, Jim cried n' came like the Cavs and their owner
Stay clown'n this n*** raps lyrical jester
Anybody come'n in my direction i'll bless'em
Jimmies a f*** 'n loser i'm in it to win it
I'll take the L off his forehead and put it on ya record
Demolished in brawls, disaster when I speak
X sick as a b*** , I'm cancer to the streets
Got flame'n rhymes that burn so you can have the lakers
Write ya verse still wouldn't be the answer to the HEAT
Put'n out ya fire, propane is history
Ji
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