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#90,177 today
Peak #798
#1,692 in subgenre
Peak #16
Author
IMPERVIOUS
Uploaded
January 24, 2008
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MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 2:53
Lyrics
Why you got four band pages on soundclick
what you think you gotta one outa four chance to sound sick
but really in all your songs you literally sound sick
like you rappin through the phlegm or maybe its a muzzle
after this you shouldn't ever rap again i'm just tryin to spare you the trouble
of being rejected neglected and then disrespected by the people
so i'm injectin' invection in a section of your cerebral
the lesson im stressin' in this equation this faggot is less then equal
surpressin' insurgencees perplex'em with words with ease try to win all your attempts are feeble
that gangsta rap tough talk aint gonna work with me because i craft my rap so perfectly there's no way that you'd be hurting me
i throw so many punches so fast you just cant defend
muhammad told me not to hold back boxing ring battle rap ropes your at the end
down for the count you won't see another round im'a be another reason you see ya mother frown i spit it profusely im'a let this sucker drown
because i flow like ocean currents on the constant im gonna grab the turrets and then snipe you out from boston im'a help you out this maze of a rap game that clearly you are lost in i didn't listen to a complete track of yours for fear that my skills would start droppin even toby told me im a good word and your just a drink that's expired and rotten so im's drain you out then its the trash that you get tossed in with no five cent deposit
you ain't making anybody any money with your skill or your lack thereof
like canines in a fight you bet your bills and then along comes a cat and tears'em up my lyrics the claws that kill to survive but i could cut you with silence so we could here the blood
my words your fetter you earned'em whether or not you heard you better not disturb the weather i strike like lightning my mics hooked to a surge protector so i burn my letters into your spinal cord like your nerve receptors
my mind control subliminal explicit now your my puppet so listen you said you "wanted it all or nothing" so nothing you getting so if i get a single vote according to you i'm winning
and if you think you gettin'em all you really must be "lost in a dream" and when i search surge on soundclick its like he's lost on the screen
same as these battle results and this coincidence is scary you lose it attritionary because my vocab is derisionary with a twist so you wouldn't even notice if i beat you with a dictionary
my lexiconic weapon's drawn it causes surges like an impervious comet crashing leaving you submerged in plutonic adjectives and verbs that i vomit and yours are purged like fingers in your throat reaching into your stomach
surge cant make his flow work like less water and mo' dirt
it ain't surge waiting for energy he's waiting for a growth spurt
soundin' like a midget thats breathless in his next diss i would bet this
thinking that he's getting paid but that's because he's dyslexic or always getting his checks mixed
