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Laugh At Death (Blazin vs. Ill Humour Enemy)
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Rapblock Tourny Round 1
hiphop rap battles freestyles disses
Hot audios, some real inspirational raps on here, also some stuff you can dance to, some battles and also some freestyles. If you lookin for a diverse page, you
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Battles/Disses
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Peak #15,561
Peak in subgenre #544
Author
Blazin
Uploaded
July 05, 2005
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 2:08
Lyrics
I rip emcees when my pen speak/ Cuz in this battle I'm laughin that Ill Humour's my enemy// Keep comin wit ya wack shit/ And I'ma knock ya head so far off it's one of ya adlibs// I rap bitch, you rhyme words/ And I gave you a chance but in tha crew battles you won't find work// So sit on tha sidelines/ and take notes/ You a waterboy tha just rhymes on tha side// I'm smoother than ya moms puss when I slide/ So let's see if ya humour's ill wit tha gun in ya eye// In this tourny no one stoppin me/ Cuz Humour's only Ill durin stand up comedy// I'ma rap till my last breath/ Even if Ill Humour was dangerous I'd laugh at death// When I grab that tec, you betta duck and hide/ cuz bullets like smellin salts, they'll open up ya eyes// Tough talk...you betta chill/ Contradictin yaself man humour is tha enemy of ill// Look dawg when you write/ Ya bars get discounted like ya verses marked wit tha Wal-Mart Bluelight// You a bitch so if you run don't trip/ Cuz tha guns gonna puncture ya lungs like a broke rib// I tote tha 5th, it'll bruise ya/ Cuz tha only Ill joke around is adult humour// You think you hot? Well I'm sicker/ And you think da guns won't pop till ya brains get littered// Wit dis beat I rock I'm a killer/ But see me? ... not if you was my bedroom mirror// My blade work official when I peel ya cap/ It'll make ya face sag like a negro's pants// I can tell you don't want these rhymes/ Cuz Humour can't touch me like I'm missin tha punchlines// I'm on top and not budging/ but Humour, you don't wanna dance wit death, tha mothafucka ugly// When I tha fifth don't get scared/ But my bullets like elastic, all up in tha clothes you wear// Humour don't want this drama/ Cuz I drop so much shit, I'm tha new brown bomber// I'ma tell ya why Humour is broken/ Cuz we won't live ta see him as a problem like tha sun explodin//
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