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Genre
Charts
Peak #4,344
Peak in subgenre #2,426
Author
ExKal
Uploaded
December 08, 2002
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MP3 4.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
When Realm-spits it stinks I smelt-it/
leave ya face greener than jersey's for Celtics/
show you where hell-is, and I'll help-ya-name/
by tellin ya that you enterin a new realm-of-pain/
pound-ya-quick, you win? i'm doubtin-it/
he was born with no salive, he doesnt know how-to-spit/
I dont buy prostitutes, but I'm bringin this whore-to-his-knees/
you get chopped up more-than-this-beat/
you versus me? Kid, that a bad-placement/
i'm makin Realm 'black-out', i gotta act-racist/
Smack-faces, before I got here/
i was the illest audio head on rap basement/
Rhymes so fierce that kids in Atlanta-hurtin/
He 'wraps' so bad, that he makes Santa-nervous/
You get slapped-on-purpose, yo, i'll kill-you/
take out the highest like John Wilkes-Booth/
you'll probably spit a lousy hook-on-me/
he changed the picture in his signature, cuz it looked-corny/
you a little to small to fade me/
Forget all that half-man stuff, you know i'm 'all-amazing'/
I ain't on No Limit, but my rhymes a 'Master P's'/
i'm like the letter t, 'u' always come after me/
With that, ya cant-kill, spittin with fake-skill/
your name is now just 'm' cuz you aint 'Real'/
Full of yaself, so i'm bustin-this-fag/
The 'toons' he make childish, like Buster-and-babs/
i bring doom to fakers, sprayin-ya-Realm/
Playing-yaself, like Lara croft playin Tomb Raider/
dont try to run, i'm always Catchin-Realm/
like lazy airport security, I make ya 'check-yourself'/
i'd be surprised if he understood the metaphors/
all ya rhymes, i'm like, 'I heard that before'/
I make Realm run home like the Red Sox/
ya concepts is more played than a Xbox/
Dont mess-wit-me, you'll never-be as good as I am/
youre not a 'Pro', your more like a 'Con'man/
Somebody tell his mom-get-him, cuz when I'm on-rhythm, start spittin/
I start droppin bombs like Osam' did em/
yo, my rhymes-rip-him, and it hurts-alot/
this cat 'doesnt stay on beat' like worthless-cops/
and my words'll-chop Realm like Butcher-Knives/
i totally massacred ya, you cant 'Look Alive'/
and when I kill ya I'll prove i'm more 'live' than ya/
'Sidekick' ya 'take ya dough', i guess i'm 'Robin' ya/
its no question whos-the-tightest, you recite-this/
I can see you 'fell off' like bad unicyclists/
Where's the comp, yo? I'm poundin-em-down/
in a car at the circus, i'm surrounded by clowns/
i'm a beat you, go back in time and defeat you/
and come back the future; there no Realm to speak to/
and when I see you when i go back in time, i'ma warn ya about these battle scars i'ma give you.
