I didn’t wanna do this but I have to
(whats that)
My magnitude
It’s Snappin T-hype in half dude
Actin rude ima slap you
No value in rappin
That’s not clappin hype that’s laughin
you build up to nothin,
advanced procussion sunk in
cuasin concusional
destruction of your bodily functions
you promote broke shit to cope wit
the fact your hopeless after i wrote this
hes soakin in a puddle of his own piss
who believes all the hype in advertisments
assignments designed with fine prints
common sense tells us to repent
prevent whats sent
from getting ebelished so they could sell it
you should retreat in advance
join n-sync call ya-self lance or bass
I shatter your matter right of the ladder
With the laughter of a master crafter
No chance your winin this battle sir
I simply sever any edevour he begins
He knows im clever
Let me render him
Useless
from abusive music
introduced so he could use it
I refuse ta ever lose this
Plot whatever you think you got
Whats hyped T-Hype? The battle on comps
when I get on the mic
What he once thoughts lost
as he crossed the line
I designed a rhyme so fine
it Left him cryin
now sit back relax an light the pipe
let me wipe T-hype out ya mind right quick
deliver a verse so wicked his throat contricted
T’s next order is ta order a tape recorder
rap over a beat go to the corner
put that shit on repeat
‘n beg for quarters
cuz he couldn’t hit live shit
if he stepped on a morder
and this is all I need to show everybody
you need ta study
don’t fuck with me u lucky
I didn’t make this longer
If you really knew me
you’d know I’m stronger
I ponder while I write this song
T why you somewhere you don’t belong?
