Beat: Bring it by Rock It Productions@mp3.com
Chorus 2x
I punch once i punch twice~
Knock out ya lights~
End of my life be the end of my hiest~
If you peep my other spit, you’d know i was ill~ And if you’d stepped out ya imagination, then you’d know i was real~ Known i got mass apeal, known to crack cardiacs with everlasting spill, from ep-a-taphs to thrills~ If ya can catch on tv cam and see me slam be my guest but be the damned, read the game plan and you wont leave with the same clan~ I release the heat that makes games fumble, ive touched more mics than the man screamin “Lets ready to rumble”~ And if you ready to tumble, i pronounce that when i pounce these clowns, and with and ounce of water, forced face down they’ll drown~ And at 2 am ya mother will hear a pounding sound but only to awake to a fate similar to tupac and other greats~ Ya slide but miss the plate, im the type to deliver ice on christmas day, and sacrifice life as my own slips away~ Rip thugs so vicious, they get no love, and when my teeth unleash the afterthought drips blood~
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Im sick as they know, cause im rippin they flow, ya cats should have known im as quick as they go~ Im when im tearing it up, ya g’s should have started preparing to duck, (clears throat), now they left impaired and in dust~ I came in with cannons on a sudden crash landing, i am the bari-cade so aint no emcee advancing~ And when im in the zone ya left in a catacomb in ya tomb waiting for a doctor of death to presume what happened to you~ And i was laughin at you, there was a slight, chuckle in my voice, slashed down ya grave piece then nutted on ya corpse~ It was my choice, get pummled and sore from orbs when i used you as a decoy, i re-deploy my entire plot~ im the writer behind the rappers keepin they fires hot; and when ya not looking, i overcame ya entire block~ I crush and slash satires, spit mad fire; I entire ya dreams, and pass gas on ya desires~ Chip teeth when they retreat and get to the concrete of the lyircally elite, trust me have a seat,~ Cause Im Defness To The Most, Reppin The East Coast, Left Unplugged So They Aint Ready To Toast~
Chorus 2x
Comming with anger and rage as im ripping the page, tounge lash like shrapnal so pray i dont spit to ya face~ Im snappin wips at all these drastic kids, ya g’s claiming glammour, but with plastic gliss~ Ya only got half my clips, so half is done and half is dead, i take half the time before slash in half ya head~ I attack ya spead sheet, got to the church and reeat father please bless me, im a figmit of ya imaginaion, scared cats piss they bed sheet~ Im the edge of the earth so dont tell me where ends meet, look at the charts, the top 10 be me, you cant see me~ Ya fake thugs not on my level, my flows im seddle, I bleed the deseased and take all souls from the devil~ now you know the end is comming, cause when im running the street gunnin the heat, my vocals be like thunder on this beat~ Ya herbs dryed out, ya brain like meta-pause, if ya held fans at gun point ya still couldnt get applause~ Catch ya downfall, surround while drown scalds with different sounds that break down ya febal ceribral~ Im pure evil, look to the crowd and ask the people, my games deadly and on point like Doctor Kovorkian’s needles~
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