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i'll put this shiet later.
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Peak #13,029
Peak in subgenre #7,240
Uploaded
February 20, 2006
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 4:01
Lyrics
check it i spit the lyrics dat could make any word sick
the sick shit you could only spit if you were literally sick
i think all the sickness is getn to your head again
check it you use to be sick until i provided medicine
i spray truth through my vocals unlike others like you
my flow comes out smooth yours come up like vomitted food
check it i dont know why guys like you think you ill
always on yoself and ain respectin nobody elses skills
you top number one please
you know deep inside all that foolish nonsense that you feeling my steez
fawk it wid the rhymes lets talk strict and get straight to the point like a needle dick
i conquered your verse your verse has no punches over me
you try to use everything personally buh you bummed
i ain foolish n dumb i kno my battlez
ill or not at the end i'll still leave you rattled like a snake in the grass
or a chick shakinh her ass whatever fits you
you call yourself an artist? i deny it
i gues u aint gettin the point so i gotta pry it out your mind
battles are bout flow and delivery
in the last piece of shit you wrote i gues u wasnt hearing me
but that lame excuse of a battle could be easily beatened
wid my lips sealed hands tied behind my back and if i was sleepin
yo i remain suckerfree but you represent suckermore
u aint learnin from your battles dawg you just suck more
i let loose a vibe of empathy so in return i get my respect and sympathy
buh you dawg, you dark straight in the core
the only shit you get is verbal artillery
i understand whea you comin from buh from a cat like you
ain nobody wana b like you foo, shit
all the big talk and you like them, lack the penmanship
i admit some of your hits were ill
but i bet you recorded them when you were overdose on pills
dont get on my grill cause i'll burn you son
i'll leave you stunned, u aint gettn no whea like a crackhead trying to run
i gues das it but i ain sayin dat im done
i'm js tryin to give you time to breathe
dont be scared dawgg this was fun
i gues you see i ain takin dis seriously i hope your hearing me
please try your hardest but prepared to be beatened
dont be mad at me remember.. friendly competition.. hah
UH check this cat thinks hes the topdawg
but behind the screens mang hes just another fraud
we both came hea to the same place but with different missions
i'm here to win and hes here to lose so gues whos advancin
i'm planning to stay but hes plannin to be ejected from the winner section
there aint no correction, this piss poor rapper tries his hardest
only to waste my time on some foolish artist
no flow and no delivery your cheap like aftermarket products
you cockus, you cant rock this
you oughta be posted up on america's most wanted fagget
your like an ass right infront of me and i aint scared to smack it
both ways, your gay from every way i see you
i feel bad for your kids who wana grow up to be like you
now i aint sayin dat im the chosen kidd
but you exaggerate as much as a hobo thinkin hes gawd angel
i aint in this game just for punchlines and metaphors
i open up your hopeful door n at the sametime smash you to the floor
you battling me, i made you famous, hate it but it aint mah fault
hearing this diss i bet i charged dis kidd up like a nine volt
verbal assault you carry a capital L mounted to your forehead
enough said, i listend to your diss tracks and your delivery dropped down dead like roadkill
lacking battling skills, your vocals come out bumpy as shit like when hair frills
forreal fawk it im done get at me
