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Rawdiculous-Rapcheck Tourny Round 1
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vs. Burkowitz
ludacris busta rhymes can
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Emcee from Southern California....Unique Style, Crazy Lyrics, Combined with intellegence
West Coast Emcee from Southern Cali...Unique style...Crazy lyrics...Combined with intellengence
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Genre
Hip-Hop • New School
Charts
Peak #1,034
Peak in subgenre #83
Author
Rawdiculous
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Rawdiculous
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May 17, 2004
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MP3 1.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
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Tourny battle... :)
Lyrics
You suck at spittin’, you’ll never tear the mic kid// We know why your voice is like that, it ain’t laryngitis// But what the fuck we expected …shiiit// It ain’t a coincidence you sound like ken keniff// Are you gay, probably// Cause your face takin’ more money shots than armed bank robberies// To comment on your voice, here goes one more answer// Should be on a truth commercials talkin’ bout your throat cancer…// Flows slash ya, quickly peelin’ your wig…// We know the burkowitz MO but I’m killin’ YOU bitch…// No way you’re iller than this, I’m ruthless man// Your alias is a lie and this the truth at hand// Ain’t a serial killa, where the proof at man…?// When you wouldn’t aim a 44 at tucan sam…// You don’t hold no weight, I’ll tell ya first…// You wouldn’t be fat if your first name was delta….BERK// Murder ya, you ain’t fuckin’ wit this// So it ain’t a bad relationship when I say I’m dumpin’ this bitch// Spewin’ hot acid and I’m gifted wit my aim// Put a hole near your center like the middle of your name// I come wit that burnin’ fire// You’ll get a hot clip in the head like the one on a curling iron// Laughin’ at ya wack style, but I expected it tho// No racial punch lines, you’re already a Mexican joke// Bein’ an artist wit no rhythm has gotta be a problem// You wouldn’t be on beat, stompin’ through a garden// My words kill, when I drop my rhymes you supposed to die// Can’t see my city, but I’ll drop you by the ocean side// Watch his spirit fall, as immaculate flows prevail// When damgin’ flows expel and banish your soul to hell// You know I’m sonnin’ you…// Round one is all you’ll get to see, like your clock broke at 1:02//
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