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just a guy interested in music and wanting to keep a dying hip hop alive.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,022
Peak in subgenre #184
Author
Bigg G
Rights
Yes
Uploaded
July 30, 2008
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:03
Lyrics
Im a lyrical cannon, gimme a verb n watch me pop,
Im the verbal remedy that’ll resurrect hiphop
Assassin Lryricist, I shoot rhymes like a gloak,
Bust MCz n plant slugs like a crop
My addiction for heavy diction
to verbally slaughter MCz has go me trippin
And u can see clearly that when I OD,
it causes wack shits like u ta go missin
Fuk the respect that u get, fuk ur battles
they just prattle far from admirable
My lyrics like a mace, disfigure ur face
leavin u only dentally identifiable
Ur about as fake as a wedding ring on a dyke,
and ur diss is about as solid as spilt up sprite
On ur tracks ur a legend on rap ur a blight,
this battle marks an end to rap’s biggest kike
The first rule was don’t fuck with God’s son
, But the meaning in this rhyme isn’t singular son.
Word to Nas for pointing out my lyrical gun,
cuz battlein me is like swallowin a tickin time bomb.
I’ll burn u inside out, lyrically cremate you,
Words u don’t understand I’ll mentally misplace you
Verbs of the highest degree decide ur fate fool
, cuz I drop rhymes more than u masterbate fool.
Lifeless shit showin he got some tricks,
but its uselss like believeing in ancient myth
couldn’t rhyme sicker then me even if u had AIDS, rhymes couldn’t get richer if ma brain got paid.
Stupid ass bitch usin sass to surpass,
the fuck is u stupid clips stash on stash
When I flame the gat cats go crash n bash,
Lyrically I smoke Mcz like I smoke the hash
Im used to fuckin dead hoz, imagine my erection,
when I see, pussy like Ye, wantin dick with such affection
U wanna battle me I fuck up without protection,
cuz after I verbally bone u aint shit but a wack infection
G’z more sicker than thoses freaks on Taboo.
cuz my favorite meal is wack MC stew,
N for the ingredient its expedient to be obedient,
cuz Im bout ta finish u off like u was homemade brew
666 marks the coming of the beast;
so you were warned by john 2000 years before;
But u still jump at me like rap’s in ur sheet;
Biblical monster I make mcs shit yo drawers
u bitches get a name but G keep screwin it;
i'd zip up ma dick but u hoz keep blowin it
Out da streets, a jock with a glock
just like crack joey G keep doin it
Ur lookin at the apex of this fuckin game,
contrary to ur canary rhymes we’re not the same
Not bothered by a conscience don’t think when I aim,
I just pop chop then mop the whole floor with ur brain
U just another bitch dat I can add to ma list;
of all the gaping holes that I filled up quick
Bare hands pop a nek; blame ur jaw on ma fist;
I splash more blood than a r rated flick.
So many dead rapper I whole sale ur headz
; but they sell for pennies cuz they were never occupied
And ur no different thats y u deserve lead,
cuz throughout history brainless bitches always died;
lyrics bring apocolypse just like da album
, sneak past ur brain and then hot wire ur domes
just like a cell they give u hell to u succumb,
dats y I got MCz suckin ma dick like they was drones
tough times hit ur minds like a molten slug
; thats when u do shit that makes you a thug
poverty yells crime, and i make ma dimes,
by endin u fake bitches who wanna front like bloods
