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iLLest PunchLine/BattLe Emcee EVER!
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #254
Peak in subgenre #111
Author
NewSense
Uploaded
January 15, 2009
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.3 MB • 128 kbps • 2:29
Lyrics
I'm a fuckin beast, ask around chump I run the streets
Get outta line and you'll leave w/ no fuckin teeth
I gurantee you aint gettin w/ me, spittin sickly
The sickest emcee...this side of the mississippi!
NewSense is simply, wagin war on open land
Texas raised mothafucka the realest state known to man
Catch a shoulder slam, My technique is intricate
Watch this guys innards split, from a flyin scissor kick
But on the real though...fuck Wilco
We duck and dodge the laws, fuck em real slow
When America falls and martial law happens
Those'll be the first little piggies I start cappin
They say I've lost my mind, yea, and my better half
But how the fuck can I lose somethin I never had
So you better peddle back, & take a seperate path
Divide and conquer, encrypted in the epitaph
So when you hear the noises and you see me approach
You better pivot your position or you're leavin a ghost
Skill Speaks for itself & I'm not meaning to boast
But I will shit all over any fucking thing that you wrote
I'm the sickest, the dopest, the meanest, ferocious
I mean it, my flows crisp, w/ no need to focus
Eat mcs, a locust..he covers things at both ends
The saddest part is he's conceited, because he knows this!
The epitomy of greatness, An entity of ancients
These words need a beat, they can't simply sit in pages
I get the sickest crazes, from glitches in the matrix
Petey row...we've been gettin pencil whipped for ages
But it's not a fun, when the rabbits gots the gun is it?
If you aint got it by now, you done missed it
I'm done kickin some dumb written kinda flow
My lungs drippin w/ some sickenin designer code
I'm on the brink of groundbreaking technology
Words swarmin and formin unexplained anomolies
I gotta be on some pre ordained odyssey
I live in a realm where the average mind can't follow me
Real talk, I don't need a friend
I need a loose leaf and pen, a booth & true reasonin
I don't see an end, restricted but I'm sneakin in
You better turn the other cheek, DON'T EVEN SPEAK TO HIM!
Cuz when you hear the noises and you see me approach
You better pivot your position or you're leavin a ghost
Skill Speaks for itself & I'm not meaning to boast
But I will shit all over any fucking thing that you wrote
I'm the sickest, the dopest, the meanest, ferocious
I mean it, my flows crisp, w/ no need to focus
Eat mcs, a locust..he covers things at both ends
The saddest part is he's conceited, because he knows this!
