Battle Verse against this cat DeafB4Death for round 1 of the comp 360 audio tourneyhttp://spit.comp-360.com.. Beat Credits go to John Huss of Side City Records.
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
Battle Verse against this cat DeafB4Death for round 1 of the comp 360 audio tourney[http://spit.comp-360.com].. Beat Credits go to John Huss of Side City Records.
Lyrics
ay yo deaf i'll hit you in the back of ya neck and break ya splein/
son i'll hit ya dumbass like coc hits you when you feign/
i come harder than nicotine, more addictive than coke and jim bean/
my plans is to make it past round one, who is you to interveign/
i come straight from b-more, son you don't want war/
when i'm done with you you'll be nothin but a b*** made punk layin' on the floor/
this emcee just ain't in ya vision, i cause more damage than the world trade's collision/
rhymes more viscous than a circumsition, i'll smach ya ass into oblivion/
you probably ain't post no link to ya audios to save yaself the embarrassment/
check the papers tomorrow, you'll see how it went/
headline's readin' tragik hurt deaf worse than wreckless endangerment/
you ain't no emcee, you just a fake/
when you f*** with me, you put your life at stake/
tragik the real emcee round these parts/
i spit so hot my mouth be producin' sparks/
yo i ain't never heard this cat spit before but i bet he sounds like a serial killer rapist on his tracks/
he gotta tie somebody to a chair and duck tape they mouth just to get em to listen to his raps/
i spit rhymes so hard, when you inhale you catch lung cancer/
droppin' bars at speeds faster than the all new mitsubishi lancer/
goin' continuously, never stoppin' like a break dancer/
rhymes hit you so hard you cry like a newborn baby/
i'll have you droppin to ya knees sayin' , help me lord cause you only the one that can save me/
i'll kill you without leavin' a trace/
all that'll be left, is the shocked look on the fed's face/
i'm spittin' sharp blades while ya sh** 's dull/
you ain't makin' it to the finals son, round one's where you gon' fall/
i'll hit your ass like don wawn, your rhymes so broke, they need a savin's bond/
you can't see me, i rhyme like an ex-con, f*** with me and they'll find ya body at the bottom of the pond/
i spit flames, i'm a wild emcee that can't be tamed/
yo name be forgotten after i done came, tragik b*** , respect the name/
you can't understand the rhymes i drain, i'll leave holes in ya brain/
when i'm done you'll be hurtin' worse than an 80 yr old man with a neck sprain/
all the time, dangerous rhymes comin' out my mind/
i spit the type of bars that'll put chills up spine/
i be rippin' cats like you up annually/
i'll leave you so far back in history, you'll be back there with the partridge family/
you ain't checked in, so i wonder if you'll show when the verses are due/
oh well f*** it, i'll see ya'll in round 2/
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