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Sup mayn...ain't much to say here except this is Bravo aka J-Dot here tryna do my thing a little bit and maybe get recognized for it.
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,926
Peak in subgenre #1,983
Author
Bravo
Rights
2006 J Records
Uploaded
May 09, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.7 MB • 128 kbps • 2:58
Lyrics
You can’t KO me I'm gonna box and bruise him,
put a red dot on your face, you can’t oxycute ‘em,
I’ma have your ass wishing that I didn’t find you,
They gon’ need your dental records to identify you,
The voters choose you? That’s a oxymoron,
One of us gotta lose, but not me, MORON,
I’m one of the top audio heads on the Hustle,
And I heard its often been said I was BORN to hustle,
While I’m stackin my bread, you was BORN to struggle,
My raps is tougher than yours, they gotta stronger muscle,
Got a laid back flow, you could tell I do,
But its only a side effect from the L I blew,
I’ma leave your crew EC up the in E.R.,
Who the shittiest squad? They yellin “WE ARE!”
This dude wanna beef, who the fuck is C-Millz?
When this dude see my heat, I bet I won’t see Millz,
On a more personal note, lets get at you really,
You an emotional ho, I’m hurtin your feelins,
Your flow is piss poor frugal and all your lines,
You stole from the internet you prolly googling mines!
And the other parts of your rap game is worthless,
You couldn’t make personals even on a dating service
And your words, they couldn’t be worse,
Your lyrics would only be the shit if I took a squat on your verse,
You got some cool punches, but you still fail man,
Your flows like school lunches, they all stale man,
And I bet any dude in any hood refuse,
To give you or your shitty raps any good reviews,
Your battle record 7 - 2 - 5 pathetic,
sound like a area code you should fuckin forget it,
your diss to CK surprised my boy last night,
more than hearin you sodomized a boy last night,
what was it called, fuck crime kidd shit is crack?
homo know he wanna fuck crime kidd in his crack!
Spray you at the carryout, what the fuck,
Cuz I’m a General Tso/so he gon’ peking duck/peek and duck,
You, your man and your chick,
When I see all 3, I stop and shoot like Stojakovic,
And I’m clownin ya ass, they don’t "realize" dawg,
The shit you say in your rhymes is just “real lies” dawg,
You wanna be gangsta, knowin you frontin,
You still take out the trash and babysit your cousin,
A fag in a "breezy tunnel", that’s what I call him,
Cuz after this battle, he gettin fucked in the "win/wind column",
I beat you in every category cross the board,
I celebrate by smearing nut across your whore,
You think you tough? Nigga walk across my four,
And I hope you don’t take this personal, wait, yeah I do!
