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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,200
Peak in subgenre #654
Author
SiniStir Knot
Rights
nah
Uploaded
December 22, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 3.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
He-llo kids…wid no wins/
…Throw fits, won’t flow against a well-known Sin’s/
…Dedicated on some SHelltoe SHit/
Be leavin ell oh prints, so u can tell, no shit/
…Da Nat’ral…so I know u get a assful/
……D-Nat ’ll take a mean sack n eat that/
Fuck a battle that I had’ju cuz I’m passed ju/
…But Ree’s wacka, fuck a Felony cuz heeee fat/
See Nat…that I’m compelled by what’s actual/
U just reached rap, how the hell u a natural?/
…Hella hated then ya self played it/
Sev’ral L’s lata’ tradin blows they *CELBRATED* cuz u ELEVATED/
…Felt u MADE it…like ‘Hey these kings’/
But THEY like…’my man Sin why do u say dese things?’/
…Question IS *how*…I make a mess o’ ya style/
…Wrestle wit POW whi’ u facin fact that Rest’dose is clown/
…DARK..LYRIC..DOG!, lame whatever the fuck/
YUH Style…remind u of ya pipe game cause u suck!!/
…DICK…n’ wont spit I think I MADE ell the underground/
…*I* come around…aint no wonder ain’no one around/
……Yall BELONGS at a fall back position/
When ya talk smack, checkin where the balls at ya missin em/
I call that…why u temp me prolly/
I loosen UP here, n’ STILL I make a mark…outta-everybody/ Unrehearsed…
I read it off the screen and it fuckin works/
…Imagine how I’d rip u suckas worse/
It’s a whole art pullin ho cards, u want no parts/
…Yah so smart havin no heart/
I BLACK da fuck out…The Ride’a get em so far/
*DON’T* start…u can tell that Soul’R ain’t his oooown star/
…The way he called me Sun…offed n’ run/
That’s WACK..fa..PAR!…the way ya HARM be DONE!/
The luck o’ u FFool FFucks ta simply *win* a CHANCE/
…Ya’lla think ya shit advanced, all’ya did it in ya pants/
YOU’ll *truly*…find fact readin *U* the riot ACT/
Get at me Dirt..Snoop…DOOOGG…if u n’ I is wack/
(Like u would)…Rhyme back w/ the drool on my sack/
…DISS me…go n’ make another suicide track/
…Tried ta make nice…THAT’ll even worsen/
…Bit’chu should try ta DRIVE here ta battle me in person/
……See how far u git…bark n spit/
From a harmless Pitt who think his scars’ le-GIIIT/
I’’’ laugh my ass off or does ur ARSE fa’git/
I leave ma’ targets hit…get in the car wit..BrickSSSS/
…That’s right…its goin doooown on the 30th/
So how u in college even FOUND near the dirtiest/
…Say no more what I save fa “war”/
U only DAYS on the board n’ it aint safe nO MORE/
……Call me wack u ain’t arraigned in court/
U pussies lucky fa that…it aint a dang’rous sport/
…Pick up a mic u getting maimed fa sport/
…The same place u complain but u aint su-pport/
…Same cats I squab make a wack fascade/
U sayin damn that’s odd…(no) that’s a act of MOD/
…Ur belief is worthless, I don’t preach I’m perfect/
Nor fa’ Jesus worship; it defeats the purpose/
…Rappas showin up in bras n’ panties/
N’ u expect that I respect the way that Nas is Nasty/
Ya’’’ feel me out like some smoke u cough/
(Good)…u spoke’n-soft…don’t provoke a thought/
…GET all the mans u can rest in two hands/
…While I rely on MAH mind…n’ execute..plannnns/
…All ya bars get flipped, Non-Descript/
Calm this shit or how u’ll have a con-cert ripped/
…I aint tryin on this song fa shit…cats/
Is on my dick impacts…list’nin ta syn-tax/
While u “dip dip die in the place”/
I’m hearin tick tick tick…wit the time n’ ya face/
(One)…too many times I think wow ur the phoniest/
I’m only HERE wit cleared downloaded n’ erroneous/
…Only war me just ta pass for thugs/
…U need MORE…like performance-enhancing drugs/
…Text heads…I don’t think that u can breathe hardly/
Open up n’ speak n’ people have u a release party/
…Unofficial want it back to the olden days/
When music at the Ell wasn’t NOTHIN like the golden age/
These are complicated times…
I’m beggin yall ta drop ya latest rhymes…so they stop the hate of MINNNES/
…No one posts now…Ell Oh’s a ghost town/
But let me know when shows of all these hot flows slows down/
