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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #13,135
Peak in subgenre #8,490
Uploaded
September 30, 2002
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.5 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
*acapella*
Yo you tell me im wack, but you cant rap and ya flow bad,
this is a straight verse, secrew the hook, im about to throw Jabz
*beat*
quit dick-riding me, before I get charged with sodomy,
I'll flip ya mind around and perform reverse psychology,
Apologies unaccepted, ya lyrics unethic,
If I wanted pathetic, i'd take a glance at your battle record,
just quit son, I'll even let you make the call,
you couldnt turn the tables on my verse workin for U-haul,
you cant handle me at all you only (w)rappin with gauze,
i'll make the hair on ya arms stand... and give a round of applause,
Im used to it, pollute ya dome, smoke out ya eyes,
take 'scissors' to ya throat just to 'cut' ya air supply,
kill this kid at random, i'll tightly rubber-band 'em,
cuz hes wack and acts fly but my rhymes crash-land him,
fuckin wit my styles not right, cause you strife,
somebody stole ya computer guess you lost ya life,
and lost this time, roadblocks in my head will toss ya rhyme,
so the thought of you winnin will never even cross my mind,
snap ya vertebrae in half, what can I say I break the weak,
I got a 'W' on my chair so imma take a seat
twist ya body to wack forms and contortions,
stick dynamite in ya verse and blow it outta proportion,
you cautious, i brought this, ya flow is horseshit,
mean while my spit is so ill i tend to get nautious,
the raw spits come straight whenever my jaw clicks,
you a pothead emcee, take the L, you lost this
Bloodshot to one-child, bring it back to Jabzudah
only time you spit multi-syllables is when you stutta,
dun-dudda, you done dunny, call me wack again sonny,
its funny you poor, but im givin you a run for ya money,
check it ya style I wrecked it, you in a bad debt,
sure throw a punch, i'll just catch a bad rep,
are you mad yet? good cuz im just gettin started,
a collab wit you is something I would never take part in,
Just murderin you pull you down and floor you,
you wouldnt have a personal verse if I ghostwrote it for you,
Akademiks schoolin this kid in battle its visibly,
obvious you cant pass yo you failed miserably,
you need to elevate before you tell me I suck,
should just no-show, be like Daffy and duck,
cuz your a quack wehn it comes to a verse,
you talk a lotta shit but cant back it up even put in reverse,
if W's were in the sky id be rackin up stars,
you tried to bite my lines, but left plaque on my bars,
dont even post ya verse you a mic abuser, I rep E.E. lookin down on ya crew of losers...
(note: E.E. was a internet crew I used to be in. Now its Akademy... a real crew... for life)
