Battle vs Antic from Rapdogs Aug '05
Lyrics
Run ya mouth on me, bitch ya best off fleein'
Lucky I ain't standin' front of you wit' a gat now
You think you is sick, 'til ya spit wit' me
I drop bombs that'll blow ya whole fucken shack down
This dude lost for words, like dyslexics, ya next hit
I'm victim, as likely as Kerry winnin' elections
Ain't mexican, but I breathe hot oxygen
Set fire to my gloves, guess I'm hot boxin' 'em
Fuck glocks en shit, I stab ya liver kid
Wanna be a gangster battle me is like ya livin' it
I suppose I'm liberal, can take it literal
But you better off frontin' for the mirror inside ya livin' room
Ya pityful
The only victory you ever seen from MCs like all wins on me
Ain't mean to spark beef, but ya playin' ya self
You never held weight, how you gon' carry a belt?
I'm sick of these antics, you prolly never have spit
I'm paintin' pictures, you better off writin' captions
What happened? how lazy you been B
Barely popped a round when you was downed by Baby Uzi
Who he? Semantics could never hurt me
My flow crush Antic, like the atlantic at a surf beach
Static that'll murk weak, jerks is workin', wit' words lack any puns
like Jo Crack LPs
I'll take any one, the only chips you see from pentium
Roam conquer this man like syria
I'm serious, you like Eddie steady hilarious
Shift areas but leave blood stains like heavy periods
Ya PC broke, now it's appropriate we flow a bit
disconnect ya chest from ya head, make you a neck lace
Cats sleepin' on ya raps like a sedative
He set the rules, but remember the bitch dyslexic
