Slangsum vs Meezatine
- Thread starter SlangsumLangsam
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Tha Verse
are u playing meezy, u cant touch this like hammer said//
cause im blastin caps, at ur plastic raps, putting u 2 bed//
ur shits made for ages 3 and under, u aint got no rhythm//
no to mention ur scandalism, ur bout to get a lesson learned in savagism//
over rated u are, belated so far, getting all scared peeping my scars//
cause im out there slangin making scrilla, while u trying 2 pre write rhymes made outa filla//
u aint got no career in this field, u like the lower end of my bud yield//
a dissapointment, neglected and rejected, now u getting disected//
cause u a wanksta, bringing fake heat to ur life so u feel like a gangsta//
trying to step to me, a DVG, no ways, i play u like a station//
i work u on vacation, its not my situation, but i fall on u like percipiation//
knocking u to tha ground, smashing out ur teeth, then coming up from beneath//
amputating ur legs, leaving u bloody and tangled with only 2 pegs//
so jus take this as a mic check, cause if u step to me u get wrecked, decapitated at tha neck//
cause im savage, and u know i have this, like hollow tip said i got lavish habbits//
and dont even bring up ur falsafied verse, cause if u do, imma snap u leg like garrison hearst, strap u fulla lead, and leaving u dieing in a hearse//
im out
jus sum shit i put together with in like 15 mins, didnt wanna spend 2 much time on this
are u playing meezy, u cant touch this like hammer said//
cause im blastin caps, at ur plastic raps, putting u 2 bed//
ur shits made for ages 3 and under, u aint got no rhythm//
no to mention ur scandalism, ur bout to get a lesson learned in savagism//
over rated u are, belated so far, getting all scared peeping my scars//
cause im out there slangin making scrilla, while u trying 2 pre write rhymes made outa filla//
u aint got no career in this field, u like the lower end of my bud yield//
a dissapointment, neglected and rejected, now u getting disected//
cause u a wanksta, bringing fake heat to ur life so u feel like a gangsta//
trying to step to me, a DVG, no ways, i play u like a station//
i work u on vacation, its not my situation, but i fall on u like percipiation//
knocking u to tha ground, smashing out ur teeth, then coming up from beneath//
amputating ur legs, leaving u bloody and tangled with only 2 pegs//
so jus take this as a mic check, cause if u step to me u get wrecked, decapitated at tha neck//
cause im savage, and u know i have this, like hollow tip said i got lavish habbits//
and dont even bring up ur falsafied verse, cause if u do, imma snap u leg like garrison hearst, strap u fulla lead, and leaving u dieing in a hearse//
im out
jus sum shit i put together with in like 15 mins, didnt wanna spend 2 much time on this
im back peep game this battle is still on ..first to 5 votes
damn steven u really beleiven u good at rappin/makin up lies an deceiven luvin it in a pool of seeman/ claimin dvg but i run the shots around here thats wuts crakin/reppin with savages that only exist in my territory/ U rappin is like u tellin a fairy tale story helpin me go to bed before i went to sleep i put 2 caps in your head with my killen tac-tics/ wit an infared beam on the top of my automa-tic/stopped by your crib late at nite stepped outa my ride just to let u have it/u pleeded for your life but to bad man this shits goin to be tragic/dont get me mad tho tryin to be legit u just my shadow/pow will u remember this nigga now/ naw like your records comin down off-the-charts/caught slippin an u get smuthered off-smart -remarks/so now u no i got u bitches on-to-me/im in my room grabbin my A -R and its suddenly no-holds-bared/ now u seatin ready to take lessons on my trigga-nom-itry/ my philosopies are gettin hi-er/ these conditionz are fatal like in ur nytemares / tried to battle him too but he couldnt compare like he was wishin/my style is rare like the writer of my ambitonz / i rip this now come to the final stage and our shits still confilcting / AFTER THIS FLOW STEVE U NEVER TO BE EXISTING!!!!
damn steven u really beleiven u good at rappin/makin up lies an deceiven luvin it in a pool of seeman/ claimin dvg but i run the shots around here thats wuts crakin/reppin with savages that only exist in my territory/ U rappin is like u tellin a fairy tale story helpin me go to bed before i went to sleep i put 2 caps in your head with my killen tac-tics/ wit an infared beam on the top of my automa-tic/stopped by your crib late at nite stepped outa my ride just to let u have it/u pleeded for your life but to bad man this shits goin to be tragic/dont get me mad tho tryin to be legit u just my shadow/pow will u remember this nigga now/ naw like your records comin down off-the-charts/caught slippin an u get smuthered off-smart -remarks/so now u no i got u bitches on-to-me/im in my room grabbin my A -R and its suddenly no-holds-bared/ now u seatin ready to take lessons on my trigga-nom-itry/ my philosopies are gettin hi-er/ these conditionz are fatal like in ur nytemares / tried to battle him too but he couldnt compare like he was wishin/my style is rare like the writer of my ambitonz / i rip this now come to the final stage and our shits still confilcting / AFTER THIS FLOW STEVE U NEVER TO BE EXISTING!!!!