Lyrics:
whatever the fuck Ruck dictate
The shit great, higher than shows made by Rick Lake
You'll lick eight, shots at them niggaz who be fuckin with
died from my fatality
Fuck those who try to battle me, this rap shit is a mastery
Bomb viciously, leavin tha whole scene full of catastrophes
Hollow my
on your block opposite the cops
Y'all should all fuck with me
Style like a Cadillac
Crash with a battle axe handy
Gucci store fire on the couture
Then
[Intro]
If fact I remember you
You rap too? Oh that's right
Yeah you used to come to my shows
Whenever I was in your city
I guess I should apologize
you're living life your way
Like I don't give a fuck, I kick it with the vibe stay
I'm only human though so yes, my mind it goes astray
I battle with
I'm forced to stoop down
To your mentality
Battle rap was an excuse phrase
You 'bout to lose face
The whole sing sing thing
Was a loose case
Sing sing's
people skewered and leaks ya fluids
into the streets and sewers, if by chance God sees me do it
Should shoot a big hole down to Hell and lead me to it
it, I really do it
We're not comparable
That's style that you borrowed
Hard to swallow, not digestible
If we were to stand here side-by-side
We're not
the kind of guy I'd
Wipe on my welcome mat
Rap battle with an Enderman
Is asking for trouble all I need to beat you
(pause for effect) is a shovel
You'll be
Casualty, wept over the whole fuckin galaxy
Battle me, your styles a game like Sorry
Or like Atari, I'm gnarly just like a Harley
Davidson, I take
rap style is more outdated than a payphone/
I’ll eat you in a battle, everythang above the waist gone/
Shit, don't we all come from the trenches?/
Now
Libraries where lives buried
Already lost the trail (Facts)
Pardon my shine
I see these visions in parts of my mind
(I see) all by design
We livin' life in
Just got an expensive pack (yeahh)
Black Locs with the golden rims to match
(yeahh)
Nice style, yeah the Fresh Prince is back
(yeahh)
2 wings
a fucking bitch..royal t
Yes that who I'm dissin
You wanted to fuckin battle
I'll round that ass like cattle
You stole fuckin songs from seldom,slush
See me, I'm laced by Rocks the World
And lyrically, I'm tighter than those Shirley Timple girls
If you want to battle? Come and step in my arena
I'll
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