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Charts
Peak #10,022
Peak in subgenre #5,553
Rights
none
Uploaded
November 25, 2002
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MP3 1.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
This guy will never get a job, the cost of insurance is rocketing off the meter
would you hire him if you had to pay for every loss of fingers,
I toss non believers over, ya records atrocious, dependant on you, Blackouts resurrection is hopeless
I’m focused and my flow is ruling, call me your majesty
The one vote for you will be bogus, and definite travesty
Cuz this spit boxer jocker is mad that he ain’t as hard as me
You couldn’t even get on they roster, and they accepted Odd A C
Yo pardon me. back to smashin this cat with no delivery
No chance in the industry and even less at defending me
Just mentally, you to slow, stuck on the route of simplicity
That’s why they never point you out when someone fingers the emcee
Intensely is how I doubt ya hoop game, you ain’t a star,
You got the only fingers3 on ya squad they never touches the ball, chimp
Only hardwood, you dominate is the bench, y a rhymes is like ya hops, u struggle elevating an inch
Only head faking you do is lying bout the brain you get, thought a chest pass was declining on strategy games and shit
You gotta be gay, or switch hittin, or on some virgin beater shit,
cuz it seems that fingers the emcee ain’t never fingered a bitch
try to bring it to Syk, and feel the whole of his wrath
if fingers got the ball to a hole it was prolly an attatched to an ass
and exact be my craft, son I get down like a tru hustler
stop this cat at 2nd like a ground rule double
the trouble is ya lack of a solid flow, so these insults I gotta pour on
a dumb carbon based life form that can’t grasp that oxy moron
sloppy ass cornball cock gargling fag hyper ventilation therapy, would’t get your wind in a bag
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