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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #286
Peak in subgenre #144
Author
flaahless
Rights
Xquizit-CAS Productions
Uploaded
January 25, 2004
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.6 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
Flaahless in the place to be see/
And I got what it takes to rock the mic right/ yeah
I’m still CAS for life, till I die/
But ya getting dissed cuz I’m bored as fuck/
Haiqu’s gonna lead it off, see this dawgs, weak/
This pussy’s fucked, I’m boutta beat him off/
He dickrides copywrite so much/
The pubic lice on his nuts, I swear you can eat em off/
Kids soft, Haiqu’s a coward/
plus ya spit dawg, like a pissed off Doogie Howser/
get off the beat, you aint deserving the flow/
just call this a eulogy cuz its murder I wrote/ holla
I’m top notch when im serving this hoe/
With lines so complex to test me you gotta curve the results/
When I ignite with the flow, and spark heat/
Its liable to turn ya hearbeat into a dial tone bitch/
My flow stronger than a fire hose bitch/
But you’re styles older than retirement home bitch/
So fuck haiqu, blazeini fuck you two/
You probably saying, flaah dang you be illin who ya dissin/
Everything you dropped was shit like stool pigeons/
and ya name sounds like a gay Super Villain/ “BLAZEINI!”/
just face it kid, you aint escaping this diss/ just give up/
ya shit sucks you’re never making a hit/
ya wack see… all of ya tracks is weak/
especially that song for Jazneet, it made me wanna take a shit/
With ya soft flow, and rhyming it sucks/
Jaz musta mistook you for a diamond in the rough/ but/
Ya just the charcoal, cuz you look grinch
Mixed the troll from 3 billy goats gruff/
And soupahstan, you aint super with flows/
The only thing about you that’s supersized is ya nose/
An you can’t ride a beat kid, ya just a weak bitch/
That’s why ya chief more shit than Beatnicks/
So you can forget how stupid are, cuz peep kid/
The only pussy that you got came from watching heathcliff/
The cat, ya rap is fraud/
When you spit, niggas don’t cheer you get a reverse applaud/
Like clap back my tracks smacks with hot flows/
I’ma top pro, I got rhymes fatter than ya nostrils/
And exodus prime, I know why they call you that yo/
Cuz ima spit and leave ya ass exed in ya prime/
Wreck ya with rhymes when I’m blessing the mic/ with each take/
But E couldn’t be Nyce, not even with enyce/
I’m serious, ima leave ya delerious/
You aint fresh, you just an EXspearmint/
So here it, in ya face clown /
But I aint done, until I take EXE down like derivatives/
And Renascience ya punk coward/
I remember when he looked like Juntao from rush hour/
Hair was like cup of noodles, greasy as can be/
So tell, me what flavor are you nigga chicken or beef/
Or Shrimp, cuz everything you spit is fishy to me/
Ohh wait, you never spit nuttin nigga you weak/
The only member in CAS that don’t rhyme/
For the sheer reason, you’re better off just cheerleadin/
Me on, now some might say that I’m wrong/ but fuck it/
He so hairy he got a rug on his stomach/
Naah I’m just fuckin witch yall, just playin games/
Yall my boys for life and we gon’ stay that way/ Holla
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