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#154,494 today
Peak #845
#96,506 in subgenre
Peak #477
Author
Xcon
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3 Glock
Uploaded
February 28, 2004
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Song: You think your big time?
Artist: Xcon
Beat: Battle Me
Producer: Underrated Beats
Written: 02-18-04
Recorded: 02-28-04
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*Carlito Brigante Talking*
[Xcon]
When I spit often; you be cough’in from the debris of dust
From the bones I crushed; you guys mean shit to me that’s why I had you flushed
After I gained your trust; I kept it at a hush
Learn, I’m impossible to touch
Your souls I’ve clutched; bitch you aint much
I’ll make you walk with a crutch;
My rhymes burn your tongue and make you speak in different dialect like the Dutch
Up against a don and goat;
Keep your guard up cause I’m sticking these bars of notes that I wrote down your throat
I’ll make you float like Pennywise (IT); cut you down to any size
Groups filled with lies; you about getting the prize
Trust me, the flame always dies; and every time I look in their demon eyes
I realize their just only foes in disguise; better spit a new
Had enough with this bullshit that they spew; cheaper then a Jew
Never relay cause they’ll never pull through;
I knew right from the beginning you guys were too faggotish to be true
Now look at you two; getting stepped on like a short leprechaun;
This knight in killing these two pawns,
I know your weakness, your Achilles heel
Spawn stick to counting your pubic hair; and Boka stick to walking with the leg of a chair
You’ll never reach far in this industry;
So fuck your blasphemy; you fucked us over to many times
And when the time came you said “this brother aint mine”
You the fakest-gangsters, when do gangster become afraid of their own sister
You be getting blisters from my tongue twisters
So mister; stay distant before you get blown outta this existence
You’ll always be second like an assistant; losing battles for you is consistent
There aint gonna be no resistant
So stop pumping Klumps gear;
Better off going to the cliff and jump; my rhymes will kill you worse
It’s corrosive; explosive, since now you know this stay home
Rest your leg; rest your small head
Cause if you don’t you’ll be fucked like a whore with her legs spread
“You act like friends but will you pay the bail?” Fuck no
I’m the one that’s gonna put you in jail; you’ll always fall behind like the end of a tail
This is your nail in your coffin; I could still beat you rhyming while coughing
Your victory is a mirage, you see it but you can’t reach it
I preach the speech that makes your hair white like bleach
I teach each of you that you need more practice; cause you dry like a cactus
You can’t hack this; impossible to get past my tactics
A victory; you lack this; you fake like the breasts on porn actress
So just give up, forfeit; your chances of winning are morbid
I’m unbreakable like David Dunn, This battle getting hotter then a sunspot
I plot for each one of you and then shot and got you right in forehead
Bet you didn’t know that I left four dead;
Hell, save two spaces for an animal and kid; and tell what the devil what I did
Killed you with my rhymes that are tight like a jammed jar lid
Skid marks on your face cause I ran by you quick fast
And left these two to fighting for last, I broke them like Mr. Glass;
I’ll just write, “Good luck next year” on your cast
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