i wanna battle this is a sighn up roster if you wanna be down let me know then well hook 3 rounds that means get ready to go the distance as many as wanna battle holla at me
i got do it yourself HYDRO... CALICO
you wanna battle me ya must be HIGH BRO.
if your serisous then ya better break out ya tapes of TAIBO
cuz im fist of RAGE thatll ENGAGE ya THOUGHT PROCESS
mob figgers know me cuz i CHOP-TOPS FOR LESS
go tell ya moms to COP the black DRESS
yo i gotta go make a lil money i spit more a lil later sorry gotta be bout my paper
-You can't be employed with that verbage/so ya funds must be from hoein'/
My yayo so huge/one of my clients sneezed and n*gga thought it was snowin
-I don't need complex on you/you simple/therefore I spit basics/
the record stands 1-0/like the theme from the matrix
-These is my weakest lines and yet I'll still murder you/you coming at me sideways like P2 discs when the console is standing vertical
-Madd Rapper?!!!........../ You should be mad cause you ain't a rapper/
I make them things go clap and twist ya Kangol backwards
i hope that shit was BASIC cuz lets FACE IT
if that was what you wanted to spit you WAST IT
I TAKE SHIT from COWARDS that claim they got POWER
is that ya style for REAL DAWG ya shit is SOUR
cuz i run with REAL HAWGS that DEVOUR MC
where i droped ya body theres no evidence of ME at the SCENE
I disapate like liquid said im squeeky CLEAN
you deer cought up lost in them high-BEAMS
i got TEARS running down ya momas FACE
starring at ya picture up there on the mantle PLACE
not seeing Calicos nuckle-head WAYS in the HAZE
now im gonna smoke my BLEEZY BLEEZY BLAW
with my homie Franky Stain on the COUCH
we gonna blow them things OUT.....
two blunts and a peace sign
and AINT Madd Rapper?!!!........../ You should be mad cause you ain't a rapper/ from eminem and shit bitch
This the first time I peeped this forum, that's hot playa, shit had me goin' over here...keep lines like that poppin', if ya flow tight, keep at it cuzzin'...Holla!
-Ya rhymin game is like Somalians/you need to get ya weight up/
Str8 up/I shoot 8 up to open ya and show me what you made of
-Every since the "Y" in this flow/face it I won it again
Did you notice every number in ya area code is always under a 10
-That means you sub par/I pump fear to ya Thug Parts/
ya bus break down/I shoot darts in ya a*s until the bus starts
-This rap game is like employment/so punk don't make me rif ya/
if something is smelling fishy I let the snubnose sniff ya
-I got n*ggaz that'll stick ya in ya clubclothes and stiff ya/
You'll be seeing yaself inside of box like you looking at a picture
you kats is soft like dicks with no pussy
how can ya be sic when ya shit sounds mushy
dont push-me yull end up with columbia neck tie
you want me to felx but why?.. to make ya wify cry
MaD stay high on chocolate tie still stay on the grind
slit calicos throught pump him fullof hillbilly herion dope
takeya to the 808 to show you how to get ya waigt up like Samoans
stop a sec in the 626 fer my bro ta laugh at ya and keep going
in seven eight five you realize you aint going to stay alive
cuz ya cant fuck wit my latch-keys boodie rat-rat and apachie
laderik and psycho show you right where the knife-goese
cut out ya A orda leave ya remains on the border
of the eastern and central time zone wit ya mind gone
now thats straight freestyle off top dont care who won jus finishing up what was started now i got other ish