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Peak #859
Peak in subgenre #154
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FaM-iLLy Ent.
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January 27, 2009
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MP3 2.8 MB • 128 kbps • 3:00
Lyrics
beat def again..thought you'd give it up ya 3rd try..
fried like chicken & eatin you up wit stir fry..
if you hopin to beat the odds then here i is..
infact i'm hopin you win cause you embarassin..
if i pick guys i can beat then maybe its true..
i sensed wackness in the crew & lately its you..
and yeah..we still crew i still show some love..
but you be talkin on the net like some homo thug..
actin hard on ya shyt when you beef in the threads..
til' it came to our beef you was easily scared..
talkin bout you freestyle til' i called you out..
you quiet..i'm sitin askin why you stallin now.?.
no paper..ya small change wage job account..
you lance armstrong..only time u ballin out..
& wit the crew ya skills not matchin our name..
i use to think you was dope jus imagin'n things..
ya jus a broke down car not actin the same..
no one follows to what you say i'll make a path in the lane..
jus walk behind in due time you'll reach up wit i..
cause you ain't learnin on ya own..blind leadin the blind..
in this case..you ain't learnin from ya mental of wackness..
you need to drop the pen and use a pencil for practice..
cause all along you been doin is wastin ya ink..
& why you braggin 'bout trash.?.you been chasin the stink..
a wash machine no dryer..need to hang ya rhymes..
cause if you waitin to be the best then wastin ya time..
snot nose on the mic stop holdin ya breath..
"cause if it sounds like this" then we kno that its def..
the elite sits at the peak if you can find a way up..
you excited you at the top but you ain't climb ya way up..
felt sorry for ya dog so i gave you a boost..
screw driver to make him titer guess i'm waste'n my tools..
cause his bolts is pretty loose & he's jus fallin apart..
you talkin bout that you dope its jus a false remark..
like snitches to when they lie n when they talk to narks..
so you should stop talkin shyt & leave the chat where its at..
cause all you do is make'em mad you get destroyed & attacked..
you ain't doin us no justice..jus makin you wack..
its not false i'll tell the truth you won't win its a fact..
i'll put a sting on yo soul its jus part of my rath..
and let it eat at ya chest till ya heart is detached..
and then you'll hide in the trenches like an army cadet..
ya hardly a threat..runnin dull sharpin ya text..
your not on my bullseye i only target the best..
yea you been rappin for awhile i guess i'll body a vet..
and not vet in the sense for the skills you have, kidd..
i'm sure you got talent..jus not wit rappin..
if there's garbage within his track..must clean his wackness..
janitor to this wack fuck dispose yo flow..
i kno you gonna have jokes "lear holds his nose"
but on the mic sorry dawg but you sound the worst..
so the title of a champ is not what u deserve..
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