Free download
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #6,538
Peak in subgenre #3,636
Author
flaahless
Rights
Rockwilder
Uploaded
April 30, 2003
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
sheeeit
Lyrics
It’s the countdown, don’t put ya hands down/
Cuz I’m coming from more sides than surround sound/
spittin these lines hard, I get the crowd loud/
I’m putting you behind bars and taking you downtown/
See it’s a, gift to flow, and I’m a gifted pro/
But it’s like you took a can of wack juice and sipped it slow/
Make you, hit the flow, I get shows rocking/
I’m in the game, you’re looking through glass like window shoppers/
Spit flows hotter than flaah, nigga not at all/
Just sit back and nod while you listen in awe/
You aint fucking with me, dawg ya just too soft/
See I come with heat, but you don’t come at all like blue balls/
So stop I’m too raw, with raps, my crews hard/
You’re wack, so move off, cuz my cats will chew dogs/
You a mascot, put ya gats on pause/
You blast spots, well I slap shots like Patrick Roy/
And when my raps fire, I’ll have this whole place lit/
Cuz I don’t clap iron, I give standing ovations/
You can’t manage the basics, but my rap patterns/
Are more dangerous than the agents trapped in the matrix/
I’m a mic pro, with tight flows/
Have ya crew slit, cuz you’re just two bitch like dyke clones/
But I fight with armor, and I’m advanced placement/
So testing me is your only chance to die with honors/
My mic will swarm ya with rhymes to harm ya/
And have you feel the heat in my palms like E Honda/
You speak garbage, you aint toppin me/
Cuz at best, you’re just low tops like soccer cleats/
When flaah speaks, you shook from the sound/
Cuz I drop heat to have you cooked to the ground like coffee beans/
Then let the hospital patch ya, ya pitifull at rap/
But my clip is full to clap quick and spit a bullet at ya/
And splatter you, shatter you/
Season and then batter you
cook you up and then serve you on a platter too/
Don’t spit ya rhymes out and we’ll just laugh at you/
Step to the plate, ya striking like wet matches do/
get an attitude, and you’ll see what cas will do/
Put that smash on you, beat you till ya black and blue/
Comments
The artist currently doesn't allow comments.
