Post by Mikalo on Aug 20, 2014 17:53:17 GMT -5
Right here, and what I use to slay my enemies is a sword and a cup of hennesy, Rap will never die and neither will a legend of hip hop, And I blast and send out my wrath and dont cease till my heart stop, and when I get on top, im letting all these niggas come for my throat, but one they get close enough they blasted by sick rhymes that i tote, and when i spoke, niggas wouldn't dare step up to an emcee like me, and no other nigga would dare step up against me,
Im murdering niggas with lyrical lead, my freestyle take out your vocal cords while the hook rip off your head, just know that when im in town I leave a trail of flame in the street, and dont come looking for me, or your whole career'll get beat, from the south side and when i ride i dont fuck with guns, i got sick rhymes and shit and knock outs by the tons.
Im trying to be sick with the shit that I spit, lyrical acrobatics and war tactics that never fail to prevail and destroy my war enemy, im gonna be gone soon so you better remember me, just know that when i spill out my rhymes that all of my crimes are shown right then and there and they're all mine i can swear, original as I can be, and as you can see, nobody can jock
my style with and be correct, and anybody who does it good gets no respect,
a killa with the face of a wu tang ghost and the shit that i roast is the many lame rappers that clame that they tote, lyrical warfare is never spared from my control and after that all i gain is your weak ass soul.
They like spill it bro, whats the secret to becoming a great rap god, and as soon as they ask that shit i lay 'em right on the sod, who the fuck do you think you are trying to ask me how I got to sucess, all i did was ascend and say fuck the rest, my way is the good way to get out of the hood, so i had to kill with a tic tac and a piece of wood, to even get out to the record label that never even signed me, and cudose and good luck to any nigga that find me.
Torn a new asshole and thrown down the road, lyrical acrobatics, illmatic like im nas but im truly a spas, a baby of the killa emcee biggie tupac and eazy e, and i destroy any nigga with originality easily, and what i do to destroy any new foo is spit greek flames that cant be tamed who's power is mentally insane, brack breaking and mind shattering, clothes tattering and blood splattering, a perfect war zone and good luck for a dog who want a bone because you need to work for the shit that you want, and fuck all your filthy diamonds that you dare to flaunt.
Im murdering niggas with lyrical lead, my freestyle take out your vocal cords while the hook rip off your head, just know that when im in town I leave a trail of flame in the street, and dont come looking for me, or your whole career'll get beat, from the south side and when i ride i dont fuck with guns, i got sick rhymes and shit and knock outs by the tons.
Im trying to be sick with the shit that I spit, lyrical acrobatics and war tactics that never fail to prevail and destroy my war enemy, im gonna be gone soon so you better remember me, just know that when i spill out my rhymes that all of my crimes are shown right then and there and they're all mine i can swear, original as I can be, and as you can see, nobody can jock
my style with and be correct, and anybody who does it good gets no respect,
a killa with the face of a wu tang ghost and the shit that i roast is the many lame rappers that clame that they tote, lyrical warfare is never spared from my control and after that all i gain is your weak ass soul.
They like spill it bro, whats the secret to becoming a great rap god, and as soon as they ask that shit i lay 'em right on the sod, who the fuck do you think you are trying to ask me how I got to sucess, all i did was ascend and say fuck the rest, my way is the good way to get out of the hood, so i had to kill with a tic tac and a piece of wood, to even get out to the record label that never even signed me, and cudose and good luck to any nigga that find me.
Torn a new asshole and thrown down the road, lyrical acrobatics, illmatic like im nas but im truly a spas, a baby of the killa emcee biggie tupac and eazy e, and i destroy any nigga with originality easily, and what i do to destroy any new foo is spit greek flames that cant be tamed who's power is mentally insane, brack breaking and mind shattering, clothes tattering and blood splattering, a perfect war zone and good luck for a dog who want a bone because you need to work for the shit that you want, and fuck all your filthy diamonds that you dare to flaunt.