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HOW MANY EMCEE'S MUST GET DISSED
is the name of the track
HOW MANY EMCEE'S MUST GET DISSED
is the name of the track
How Many Emcee's Must Get Dissed
- Thread starter MOESES SOULRIGHT THE 2nd
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Track is dope...more lyrical than it seems...if that makes any sense lol...I mean like U gotta listen careful 2 get everything...cuzz every bar he spits has somethin 2 it...feel? I like it...
but really tho, 2 tell u da truth, I dunno if I could take a whole album from a deep voiced type of delievery like this...IMP/DMX etc type have raspy voices that comes out rugged...plain deep voice/delievery 2 me is well...just that, plain...
but shiiit....cant wait 4 yur album moe....regardless of my taste.....
but really tho, 2 tell u da truth, I dunno if I could take a whole album from a deep voiced type of delievery like this...IMP/DMX etc type have raspy voices that comes out rugged...plain deep voice/delievery 2 me is well...just that, plain...
but shiiit....cant wait 4 yur album moe....regardless of my taste.....
sixfilthy...yeah...me and my big bro, skee is on that compilation
and the cat i'm talkin about in my sig, DICE MECCA is featured on the song I CAN ONLY BE ME...on that comp
rodzilla, if you wouldn't like a whole album by a cat like me, why are you waiting lol
no need for ass kissing
though i do appreciate your constructive crit and honesty
(ps i'm fuckin with you persian dogg...)
and the cat i'm talkin about in my sig, DICE MECCA is featured on the song I CAN ONLY BE ME...on that comp
rodzilla, if you wouldn't like a whole album by a cat like me, why are you waiting lol
no need for ass kissing
though i do appreciate your constructive crit and honesty
(ps i'm fuckin with you persian dogg...)
are lyrics available? ive heard some of moes stuff before and rod is right, he has lyrics for days, so i believe based on my previous moe songs, what rod said, and what i could hear from this song, that the whole premese of a new idea every line sounds right.
unfortunately, i cant understand some of the lyrics, but im really curious...lace us moe
unfortunately, i cant understand some of the lyrics, but im really curious...lace us moe
check out the way that i'm burnin it
y'all heard of the murderous, fools disturbed with the rules, so i'm earnin my dues, by servin it/
you gonna be needed turnicates, and machine to turn the clocks back
when i cock my glock back, pop that, vision is all black/
of course i'm thinkin i'm all that, pullin top notches to mall rats
and i won't stop with all that, untill we all fat/
y'all like fandago, straight sellin tickets
jump on ya rainbow...be like inmates with shanks start stickin with it/
y'all tryin to flex, experiment with death
tech's to the chest, and i'm not sparin em a breath/
y'all got barely nothin left...how you gonna try and test me
on the nuts so much, i wish pubics were nooses on my testes/
y'all better see, for suckas, i'm the remedy, let it go
I AM RAP... like Fab Freddy's show in mexico/
YO...but moe is known to come in ya dome like possession
i'm bustin nuts, on agro, status, y'all cats know the lesson/
there's no suggestions, for perfection
just a formula, i'm formin it, born to get the whole attention/
detention, ready to mention, i'm gettin the session overheated
i flow the meanest, and foes, are jumpin on moe, they knowin i hold the beat sick/
weak clicks, get they teeth hit, with 3d heat clips
I eclipse, they shine, just for cheap kicks, so people peep this/
is it gettin consusin, a game ya step in to lose in
cus you the only music artist with sealed albums in the used bin/
i'm not jokin, every i hit amoeba i see ya
sorry cd but wasn't you tellin me the whole thing was heata's?/
so much dick in ya throat looks like you swallowed your harmonica
of course moe's off the head like after synagogue and yamuchas
y'all got a nose for my shit, like speed freaks, don't make me speak street
cus i'll stab ya, every time the life support go BEEP BEEP/
with freaks ya weak gee, why break bread to take care of her
bitches is fast and upside down like rides at great america/
i thought you know, but i guess i got to clue ya
if i'm with ya girl i'm cuttin like my name was Ferris Bueler/
before you record it, gettin deported, like slick rick
the fact ya mother didn't abort it, couldn't afford it, so she quit dick/
now she lick slit, get mo' chicks then ya whole click flips
you like Tim from Tool Time, cus ya broke and cant fix it/
so bitch get the diznick, from the jump you was fake
so throw some rocks up in ya backpack and go jump in a lake/
trust me man, you don't wanna test me and
i go pop, like barry bonds swingin a baseball bat at pepsi cans/
y'all heard of the murderous, fools disturbed with the rules, so i'm earnin my dues, by servin it/
you gonna be needed turnicates, and machine to turn the clocks back
when i cock my glock back, pop that, vision is all black/
of course i'm thinkin i'm all that, pullin top notches to mall rats
and i won't stop with all that, untill we all fat/
y'all like fandago, straight sellin tickets
jump on ya rainbow...be like inmates with shanks start stickin with it/
y'all tryin to flex, experiment with death
tech's to the chest, and i'm not sparin em a breath/
y'all got barely nothin left...how you gonna try and test me
on the nuts so much, i wish pubics were nooses on my testes/
y'all better see, for suckas, i'm the remedy, let it go
I AM RAP... like Fab Freddy's show in mexico/
YO...but moe is known to come in ya dome like possession
i'm bustin nuts, on agro, status, y'all cats know the lesson/
there's no suggestions, for perfection
just a formula, i'm formin it, born to get the whole attention/
detention, ready to mention, i'm gettin the session overheated
i flow the meanest, and foes, are jumpin on moe, they knowin i hold the beat sick/
weak clicks, get they teeth hit, with 3d heat clips
I eclipse, they shine, just for cheap kicks, so people peep this/
is it gettin consusin, a game ya step in to lose in
cus you the only music artist with sealed albums in the used bin/
i'm not jokin, every i hit amoeba i see ya
sorry cd but wasn't you tellin me the whole thing was heata's?/
so much dick in ya throat looks like you swallowed your harmonica
of course moe's off the head like after synagogue and yamuchas
y'all got a nose for my shit, like speed freaks, don't make me speak street
cus i'll stab ya, every time the life support go BEEP BEEP/
with freaks ya weak gee, why break bread to take care of her
bitches is fast and upside down like rides at great america/
i thought you know, but i guess i got to clue ya
if i'm with ya girl i'm cuttin like my name was Ferris Bueler/
before you record it, gettin deported, like slick rick
the fact ya mother didn't abort it, couldn't afford it, so she quit dick/
now she lick slit, get mo' chicks then ya whole click flips
you like Tim from Tool Time, cus ya broke and cant fix it/
so bitch get the diznick, from the jump you was fake
so throw some rocks up in ya backpack and go jump in a lake/
trust me man, you don't wanna test me and
i go pop, like barry bonds swingin a baseball bat at pepsi cans/
