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Battle Against Ridi Q Flow
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jaeh keeng too deep recor
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jaeh keeng
Im 15, from australia, make beats, rap and beatbox...BUT WAIT THERES MORE, IF YOU CALL WITHIN THE NEXT TWO HOURS YOU GET A BRAND NEW CAR! yea right....lets get these niqqaz mayne!
Song Info
Charts
Peak #10,608
Peak in subgenre #5,880
Author
Jaeh Keeng(audio)/ tha LOX(beat)
Rights
2 D P Records
Uploaded
July 20, 2003
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MP3 2.4 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
Here's an easy victory, its sick to see you get beat so easily/ I'll smack you with a school text book to make you history/ Cryin to his crew steady weepin like a willow tree/ This bitch gets punked already, what makes you think you have a chance wit me? Ridi Q flow gets smoked like menthol ciggarettes/ Then patched up like nicotine products, so I can blow him out til death/ I got this game locked, and aint no way it'll be takin over with your fake-keys/ Kid starts rappin about his skill, when most of his shit is really make-believe/ Battlin me is a blashpemy, like cursin when prayin to Christ/ I monopolized this board, wanna get past me? First you gotta pay the price/ Tryin to come really hard in his verse, just to even-the-fight/ Insecure bastard prowlin boards feenin-to-bite/ Got ya sportin da Knicks #34 jersey backwards, cuz i'm piercin-his-chest/ Like telemarketer workers and crackheads, I got everybody on this site neglectin-ya-text/ You stink like shit that kept bubblin up from the toilet// You could never make me choke even if I put a rope around my neck and coiled it// You think you gotta plan, I foiled it and kicked you into the gutter// When you rhyme against me, your nervous muttering your words with a stutter// You aint big enough to battle me, I'll own you man// So take that fake midget ass back to Gnome mans land// Im gonna abuse this asshole, this bitch is a drag queen// I'll slap you so hard that ya eyes retract back from the screen// You're a retard that goes to open the front door and gets his back yard// The only time your beatin shit is when your dicks hard// You give more head and swollow more cum than Quest-tha don// You couldent make a bomb if you had a liquor bottle, a rag, and a lighter in your palm// And the sum 1+1, all you got out of that was a window// Them punches could hurt but your midget ass only hit my shins though// If I was a deer and you had a sniper scope you still wouldent be able to gun me down// I could have both my shoes tied togeather and still out run this clown// I could be a bullet of your gun but you still wouldent be able to shoot me// You could have the largest dictionary or morph into a tree and still wouldent out root me!
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