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Peak #1,660
Peak in subgenre #898
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The Akademy 2003
Uploaded
May 30, 2003
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
no more screwin around, cuz NTL killed you dog,
how the fuck did you get into this round,
you stole it simple now you must learn,
that when I spit squared and justice will be served,
you suck and your a herb, go home son,
and you rap about guns like you own one,
and you speak about weed like you sell shit,
you robbed nathan's, battle, hot dogs, and relish,
im hellish, kill this snitch, the knife reach in him
you always take the double-u, and sleep with him
you a fag and I know we fully lit, but damn,
quit reppin new york and let go of bonz' hand,
we cool, but Im endin ya rhymes
just watch home alone, the fam always leaves kevin behind
and id ask you to collab with ak to rock ya
but you probably busy looking for some gun effects on kazaa
actin like a gangsta but dont try to diss me,
behind ya computer in the meanstreets of disney
this be, a massacre, win? you cannot
"well do i live in new york, when I visit my grandma",
you fool, that dont count even if ya movin there,
im still the islands finest, and you aint improvin man,
so get up off ya chair, consider this a souvenir,
when I say fuck a winners circle, you the loser squared,
see its shit like that that gets the voters to drop you,
in a hole where the diameters as large as ya nostril,
even tho its not possible,
just have an imagination for gods sake, aint rollin with my crew,
so keep dreamin, as you cringe on the ground
I dont get it, ya voice is high but ya syndrome is down,
its true, you like a sped as im bringin it out hard,
get a wheelchair and youre timmy from southpark..
so send me fifty bucks and a cd of choice,
fuck gats I got a axe just as keen as ya voice,
killin him is an offer i'll take up
I stuck square up on the roof, but he couldnt shape up
you ugly, sound gay, and got a weak verse
be there or be square, i think ill take the first
cuz being in your shoes dont sound enticing,
niceness aint a word thats decribin this dyke,
and hes tastin the right hand, I jab and I fight man,
dammit I strike slammin you sandwiched with my fam,
all of us'll murder try and start with me,
on you im droppin bows like blind archery,
brians gotta be the victor of this show,
and we'll battle after I take a picture of ya nose,
and send it to ripley,
k-reals disses broke every bone in your body
who got AIM'd to vote, when Nate wrecked him?
fair and square... should not be used in the same sentence
and itll be sporatic when you die,
cuz you promised these people a good battle and you lied
you aint puttin up a fight, ya hands tied,
i'll read my verse diagonal, and win by a landslide
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