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..when the clock strikes, I strike aswell....
...Somebody battles
"When tha clock strikes, I strike aswell."
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#59,290 in subgenre
Peak #505
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Peak #1,088
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September 10, 2007
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MP3 8.3 MB • 128 kbps • 9:03
Lyrics
Ladies and gents, you bout to see a triple homicide
Or a triple genocide, suicide you decide
Who’ll die, but Somebody gon’ prevail
As sure as after ever bar, Soda gon inhale
Like…. yea that’s how that dude usually raps
I think drug got ass ma (asthma) because he booty n crack
Reviewin’ his tracks and I can tell he new to the rap
I seen his girlfriend face, WHERE’S THE BEAUTY IN THAT!?!?
Whoa, now he gassed cuz he KO’d EZ
But this round a replica, he getting KO”d, easy
Steppin to the veteran? You better than none, forget it then
You couldn’t get a win, if all of the votes were Cheddarlyn’s!
Someone pass the medicine to methamphetamine
My punches get him then, its lights out like Edison
Go back to rappin offbeat, cuz you was better then
Now you suck, writin with vacuums instead of pens
Check his lyrics, I don’t see no quotes
See I could murk him usin’ nuttin but some emo jokes
And we don’t know, but D.A.R.E pay him dough because
He finally got all the ladies sayin no to Drug!
I throw some slugs, he wish he could flow wit us
His flow come in two liters and its cold and SUCKS!
And I’m hot wit dope spits he aint sposed to touch
So if he ain’t feelin’ me, he aint sposed to, DUH!
He choked in the round 1, can you spell intimidation?
I had the Soda shook and that was just a demonstration
And now, it’s the finals, can you spell elimination?
S-O-D-A, exclamation
Kill yaself, knife-wrist penetration
Until you dead, leakin like Curtis and Graduation!
I’m skoolin him, just minus the education
And don’t ask to collab, no student participation
I’m drivin to the win, fast and quick
So you can call shotgun and I’ma pass the Blitz
I’ll crash the kid, he comin wit the wackest spit
So I’ma whip Toby worse than the master did!
Who bad as this? Look I’m the king, you the peasant
How you rep God’s gift and sound like Buddha present!
I don’t care about this dude, I’ma son him and leave
Til he put the mic down and stick to runnin’ tha league
Its funny to me, how he the worse one of the 3
Even Showstylez is like, “he don’t want it wit me”
He don’t want it wit nobody, think the dunce can hang?
That’s why we leavin Blitz bloody like his country slang
I hunt and bang, then I get the victory
On tha diss, I’m spittin venom while Blitzer is spittin tea
He a little geek and all his raps are jokes
How he winnin the match? He cant even match his clothes!
And uh, eat em up, uh, EAT WHAT?
You a lil wack rapper I’m bout to defeat ya
Heard ya last week stuff and yea it was weak stuff
Soundin like you tryna battle the beat and the beat won
No show don’t count, you no flow
Havin homo, the definition of so-so
Mediocro, and he gay I think
He lame wit ink, in plus the dude name in pink
A shame you stink, look son ya dad shoulda flushed ya
Ya momma shoulda cut ya, now I gotta crush ya
Dust ya, dawg, don’t you live in Waianae?
Where they say Kowanbunga, surf and high five
Tryna ride high, in Hawaii waved out
But at least he’ll feel at home, when I leave him lei’d (laid) out
See I heard his last diss, it was played out
I’ll make him kiss the game goodbye, yea, they made out
This tha insult to injury, I see no need for sympathy
Dienamic flowz, this dude flow is killin me
I’m laughin, and there aint no way I’m havin empathy
For wackness, so how he got one wins a mystery
And you can tell by his name that he weak
Cuz you aint gotta eat much, to get a taste of defeat
Basically geek, I’m comin to erase you, capisce
And leave you eatin up the curb, while you laid in the streets
