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AlItteration Hiphop
No band. Just me. MC/DJ Al-Itteration. From Chicago...
Just rapping and spinning.
Story behind the song
um.. the prize..
Lyrics
You’re stupid.
Sorry, Sacred, but I’ve mistaken your wackness for eloquence,
You sound like Guru, only off beat and on sedatives,
Relatively, the gravity is crumbling reality all around,
So bad you’ll need Rodman and Mutombo just to rebound,
The sensory sound, that’s been given to you by this rappin’ divinity,
On scale of 1 to 10, ten being the worst, you’re infinity,
Lyrically, you’re not my caliber, so who’s the next challenger,
Fuck online, I’ll catch your ass in the rye like J.D. Salinger,
I think I’m going to hell, and I’m ready to take it,
Because I’ve spit, pissed and defecated on that which is Sacred,
So face it, you’re basic, I’m ill, I hope this ho observes,
He can’t rhyme on beat, that’s why he calls it a spoken word,
You have someone else’s, so OUR styles aren’t comparable,
And since when is having a cold an excuse for being terrible,
I’m a ruby in a sea of pearls, you’re a rock in a path of diamonds,
Either way it goes you’re dull and I remain shining.
