I ain't talking Wrestling when you get "Rock D" Bottom
cuz if ya go Against me, you'll get smoked like Marijuana
haha a lil propz ta RockD
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I ain't talking Wrestling when you get "Rock D" Bottom
cuz if ya go Against me, you'll get smoked like Marijuana
haha a lil propz ta RockD
sup WU my motha fuckin elevation chamber now son
Me Sick then Aids Hit ya wit RAids, that Switched up da ga Game
he my Main Man, together we Maintain, and Made Plans that get us in the Game Plan
ta get Monthly Pay-ment's, give'n you a Face-Lift, Kill'n You and Whoever you Came With while you Weep n Seek Salvation, we Glee ya Defeat like Graduation
Who else should i represent i this bitch
Talked about but neva Spoken, his lyric's are the Dopest
he Knows it, it go's ta show ya own Tricks
help me achieve n Grow with Motion
I noticed he a Flowist with Potency,
His Lines Notioned his Poetry
in Time he Broke the Aura in his Sleep
haha long as hell
Where the Fuck's BigBen, When will I see him Chuck da Gift Again
he da one Above the Average and at the Top he Surpasses
Serves Malice Burn's Wack Heads as ya get put in da Urn and Ashes
he takin more lives then the Buried Caskets leave the Whole Town
in Fear got them Hysterical Scared n Frantic, Un-tame-able Bear thats Runnin Rampant
igh t and im out fa now
niggas better set sail cause amist
is the lirycal global assassins an ya names on the list
the shadow boxers professors of verbal calysthetics
sicka n danger are operational they even injure the medics
wu tang relics amongst them is I
the kenpo master from lands of outside
the soul General abosorbin all even the minerals
that are imbeded in yo body so of the divine i'm a criminal
i keep damage at a maximum fuck minimal i like whe ya bleed
viscious and nasty when u dead on ya girl i plant a seed
indeed a savage mc when in full moon
fuck the day after tomorrow right now i bring doom.
just writin....
ryte after Palehorse i swing down at full force
of course i chop heads off like the Norse
but im no Pillager no Villager one wrong move
im killin ya
like dirty cold stream water my rhymes is
distillin ya
i break it down so anyone understands
but there is hidden knowledge within that tru thought commands
and when i stand at ready uve lost all hope
i mite flash u a smile or rip out ya throat
word up
wat up homie!!!!
over the river an thru the hoods to grandmother staks' we roll.../
sober or not were makin it there to fuck some bomb ass ho's.../
ddangerous white cats up talkin smak on the wu chat.../
dont come with that baseball bat, whitey's got a great big gat.../
and so do I, along with a blunt.../
ridin dirty, nice an early,...barely slept in a month.../
just addin an reuppin,..robbin till u nuttin.../
fuckin execute niggaz with a push of a button.../
aint that somethin?...my styles so pro it'll blow the snow out your asshole.../
u look at me wrong i wont give u a chance to run before i incinerate your soul.../
we the baddest mahfuckaz, fuckit, ima quit
peace
nah aint no quit'n, these bitches get deminshed
when its Sicka in his "Spittin" Image
yo, i smoke a fat blunt
keep a dead hooker in the top bunk
loungin around town, dressed to impress with a brown crown
appointment made by the attorney general, 4 30 check in time dont make it critical, stay hysterical, and keep undead like a hair follicle
they ask me why i smoke a cigarrette
"they kill you, starting now is even worse yet"
chill ock, youre not my mom so take a deep breath
i smoke em cause fuck it, i figure i got another 60 till death
plus ive had about 6 beers and i need the buzz
id rather a joint but theres no smokin in the house cuz
so get out of my face with the rhetoric
i already took d.a.r.e and ignored it
camel lights get me through the day
and honestly, theyre one of the reasons i havent started to sniff yay
spittin some of the realness
from the burbs, but you can still feel this
rhymes that hit like a shot from canseco
but a mind thats injected with substances like canseco
stay lifted 24/7
havent not smoked in weeks my brethren, i float in the clouds like blowing bubbles in heaven
and (most emcees out there got the same ol' thing)
dudes that suck dick without a gold tongue ring
moments of greatness like a one night fling
he try to do it for the kids
and build a rep without any jail bids
its absolutely ludicrous how he supposed to do this, write rhymes at home in a state of bliss, prepare a 16 bar diss, that cuts 14 year olds like a jewish bris
wooz smell it like a wet dog, or possibly a dead hog, keep my true intentions clouded like morning fog, secretly poisonous like a striped frog, sludgin through life like it was all one big bog
dumbass rap faggots/your rhymes suck like maggots/
im back chillin in the wu-tang mansion with bob saget/
its straight "Full House" but not like texas holdem/
i fuck a hot bitch like musical chairs and straght fold em/
i stay cold like brews, wack crews i just toss um/
ill hang um like three toed sloths and dead possums/
feel the force as i drop down like submarine ships/
fuck a bitch in the mouth and call her "tangerine lips"/
this is no "pulp fiction" and im no terintino/
im the "source" of the freestyle rhyme but not benzino/
tough and im rough spit hot like beef jerky/
u cant cure me and i keep coming back like bad herpes...
Yo Dangerous!!! 1keepin It Real
I UNNO BOUT 9TH WARRIOR, I THINK HE'S HAVIN A BAD DAY.../
PROLLY FOUND OUT HE WAS ADOPTED BY THE "fULL HOUSE" FAM AND ALL HIS DAD'S ARE GAY.../
FUCKED UP, ANYWAY... I SPIT FREESTYLE SCRIPTS LIKE COBRA'S SPIT POISON LUNGIES.../
THESE CATS FUCK WITH AIDZ THEN FIND THERE NAMES TAGGED UP IN THE OBITUARIES NEXT TO THE SUNDAY FUNNIES.../
CALVIN AN HOBBES RAP BETTER THAN HALF THESE DUMBIES.../
PIR, WHITE AN DANGEROUS RAP NIGGAZ IN HALF LIKE PETRIFIED MUMMIES.../
WE RUN THIS SHIT, DONT THINK U GOT A CHANCE TO TAKE OVER..../
I RUN THIS FREESTYLE BITCH EVERY CHANCE I GET WHEN IM SOBER.../
WHICH AINT OFTEN,.. BUT ITS' GOOD ENUF.../
IM THE BEST FREESTYLE TEXT EMCEE, LEAVE THIS GAME IN HANDCUFFS WHAT THE FUCK////
IM OUT
PEACE
yo fa real