Battle Verse [Kazper] Full Version
This is a battle track I did on my boy Kazper, we are having a competition battle.. This is the full version of the track so the sound quality is way better and is actually pretty good. Beat credits go to Triple-X of Third Realm Productions.
Tragik is an emcee from Anne Arundel County Maryland, is 25 years of age and has been doing music since he was 13 years old
Tragik is an emcee from A.A. County, MD. Been spittin' (rappin') for a couple yrs, but just now started gettin' real serious with it..
Story behind the song
This is a battle track I did on my boy Kazper, we are having a competition battle.. This is the full version of the track so the sound quality is way better and actually pretty good. Lots of emotion thrown into this track, as you can tell.. Beat credits go to Triple-X of Third Realm Productions.
Lyrics
Ay yo Kazper you ain't seein' me, i'm a real emcee/
all you is, is a fake ass wanna be/
i made ya ass, i can rip you apart, hold up now let the punchlines start/
you couldn't beat me even if you was on the top of the chart/
after you hear this shit i know you gon' run/
an yo that accent just ain't workin' for ya son, our last battle i won 10 votes to none/
what makes you think you can take me this time dun?/
i be spittin' hard on every track, i don't know why you think you nice when you whack/
ya bitch ass need to be smacked, before you battle me, get ya skills intact/
i'm more vicous than the terroists from nine eleven/
don't fuck with me, i'll send ya rhymes straight to heaven/
i'm a serebal assasin', i go straight straight for your throat/
my rhymes hit ya so hard they make ya silly ass choke/
kazper, taleek, whatever you call youself you need to stop spittin'/
you ain't ready for me, i bring havok to every beat that i'm rippin'/
if you thought you was beatin' me, then you must have been over dosin' on acid and trippin'/
this fool's crazy if he think he knockin' out tragik/
imma retire his ass, just like jordan did magic/
i'll shatter ya ass like glass, i'll hurt ya so bad they'll re-open alcatraz/
and place me in it for whoopin' ya ass/
kid i'll leave you on the track hurtin/
ya skills ain't no bigger than that lil dick you be jerkin'/
you must be spittin' ya shit from the gap in ya teeth/
cause i heard better shit at christian concerts, yo shit is weak/
i'm sicker than hannibal lechter/
tragik's the new king, just hand me my septer/
layin' it down proper with the trifecta/
i'm iller than a child with cancer or liukemia, black and blue's the colors imma be leavin' ya/
i taught you everything you know, now you act like a ungrateful hoe/
son i'll disect ya flow, ya style is retired, you rhyme too basic and slow/
my rhymes put you under a spell, i'm sendin' you straight to hell/
the battlefield is where i excel/
you look like a lil troll, you better put ya mouth on hold/
before you get told/
i'm a staight baller while you be sittin' there like skeelo wishin' you was a lil bit taller/
i rhyme with knowledge like a scholar, this gon be the end of ya career so holla../
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