man look at you a fucking joke
half da shit you saying you aint even wrote!
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man look at you a fucking joke
half da shit you saying you aint even wrote!
try and diss me bushido I aint go have it
I lyrically slaughter mo'fuckas like you its a habit!
back in the spot hearin you talkin all hyper, but i got the knowledge kid so go home and change your shitty ass diapers!
dont step to a man when you just a boy, cuz i deploy lyrical assualts on your ignorance like the Greek's trojan horse did Troy
Yo, dont destroy the verse with 50 punchlines, youre manute bol im michael jordan, the greatest of all time
admit it, you like how i ~word this~ unlike ur rhymes it serves a ~purpose~ lyrically ya'll aint on the same ~surface~
God showed me the sign
Told me to spit this line
It came down witht the force of a hammer
And i drop these rymes in furious manner
yo curb this enthusiasim
I give people nightmares like the Phantasm
I drop lyrics you can't fathom
So lethal body guards gotta pad em
me and king justice, we ain't playing around so dont bluff shit/
leave ya body hangin' by the boon docks, hang ya in the treetops, with ur knee socks/
my rhymes r tyghter than a profilactic on shaqs dick
tha god conceptz he who practices black majik
throwin hexes on mainstream cats wit gold teeth in they lexuses
kinda like droppin sumblimianal messages
im fresher than crest is on my teeth after breakfastes
sun always remember im the best at this
never droppin week shit like all the rest is
tha god conceptz neva off point like sobriety testeses
any1 styll on this shit?
my rhymes r tyghter than a profilactic on shaqs dick
tha god conceptz he who practices black majik
throwin hexes on mainstream cats wit gold teeth in they lexuses
kinda like droppin sumblimianal messages
im fresher than crest is on my teeth after breakfastes
sun always remember im the best at this
never droppin week shit like all the rest is
tha god conceptz neva off point like sobriety testeses
ya just droppin shit that be expletives
I Put it into Maximum Overdrive like Emilio Estevez
Nobody steps me to unless-I-give... em permission
I divide armies like fission
still there?
i shoot the gift like a junkie on christams
your dissmissed like 12 oclock recess
rip u in2 pieces rite down 2 fecies
lovin the blonde ambition like that hunny of species
drunk in the lab again
bottle of henney and my best friend this pen
scribblin sum shit bout the days back then
suddenly i wake up in my cell and remember im doin 5 to 10........dam
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you think you know rap you dont know nuttin yet
you cant even grasp the fucking concept
I'm through wit you bitch speak to my tech!
and I dont know why a stupid mo'fucka
like you step ta me knowing he gonna die
anotha fake finished wit da flick of my wrist
just anotha dazed and confused lost in my abyss!
haha thats kinda funny sun
typin on ya puter frontin like u got a gun
well i am an emcee cause i am what i eat
u aint even beef .....more like treat
and ur an annoying mutha fucka prolly have 2 pick u out my teeth
if my rhymes were love they prolly sweep u off ya feet
and ud prolly like that cause u actin kida sweet faggot boooiii
if you are what you then you dick
most mothafuckas aint feeling half da shit
you spit
now isn't dat summthin
acting like you raw but you frontin!
well bitch i'm done wit you i'm finished
so next time think before you step good fucking riddance!
hahahahaha
nigga please im spittin ebonics
by the way u b typin u still hooked on phonics or puffin way 2 much chronic
ur styles week son im way beyond it
so dont make me get reel fuckin ill and obsene
and shape shift 2 a ghost and come up outta ya screen
posses ya body and run on the street
and jump in fronta the first car i fuckin see
u relly gotta step ya game up kid
i'm fucking invisible i cant be seen
I murder mo'fuckas like you and quickly flee the scene
me i'm equivalent to ya whole team
cuz my lyrics alone split ya fucking spleen!
i'm a leave ya wit a lyrical stain
my rhymes are too hard for you to bare ya cant maintain
you left wit a permanent scar on ya brain
you lose control causing you to go insane
well aint dat a shame
I guess you couldn't stand the pain
there we go anotha one drowned in my lyrical rain!
You must have a dick in ya mouth cuz' u ain't sayin' a fuckin' thing
Go ahead and sing as my lyrical shank enters ya guts u scream
My razor cuts, and stings i'm ya puppet-master bout time i dropped ya strings
Ya raps funny style like Martin, u die like Luther know crown me king
I would crown you the king, but your skills are not keen.
so give it all up, if you know what i meen, it's forseen.
That i could knock you off your throne, pick up the phone
call somebody, so you don't feel all alone.
haha r u serious son
my rhymes r like a thousand trojans explodin outta wooden horse
wit more brain power than a nigga gettin his dick sucked in a stolen porche
hiphop gold medalist carryin the torch
tha god concept holdin down the fort of coarse
i'm militant, belegirant, no way in hell im ~heaven sent~/
feel my relevence of eloquence, my elements still way beyond ur intellegence, ur almost there but missin sum measurements/
tha god concept rips cats all day
kill u from the inside like project hallways
stunnin u quik like rats in a maze
u aint shinin sun like rainy dayz
rippin cats all day, to me be small play, tell me god wats ur 4 tay?
leave my door open 4 any niggaz that want sum
and i dont even live in a house....i haunt one
if my rhyme was a product sun ud want one
emcees r like roaches 2 me i stompem
i make wack nerds bendover backwerdz and kiss they ass goodbye
i no ur a herb so dont even lie
and ur styles weak so i dont even try
whats my 4tay
its repeating the styles of the son of sam
and eatin more cats than a chinese man
sittin here, wondering if anyone will remember me/
when god be the only fuckin contender G/
make miracles, like blind men see/
get me pist they wont know wat happend even if they did a autopsy/
i 8 u
On cockroaches you think be stompin
Ya can even get a crowd to clap while i keep em jompin
I ain't from compton and i spit like this
Im the GodFather slay you wit the Kiss of Death
don't step to me ya waistin ya breath
Hit you wit a right cross then hook you wit my left
On cockroaches you think be stompinQuote:
Originally Posted by tha god concept
Ya can even get a crowd to clap while i keep em jompin
I ain't from compton and i spit like this
Im the GodFather slay you wit the Kiss of Death
don't step to me ya waistin ya breath
Hit you wit a right cross then hook you wit my left