16 bars 2 rounds no dickriding!
16 bars 2 rounds no dickriding!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
checkout this nigga james lookin for a barfight/
u stumbled to the ground jsut for gazin at my starlite/
grazed ya face wit ma scarknife, nicked ya cheeck, close shave/
homey u just average like memphis bleek, ma flows slave/
ma show and ma stage, ur fame came from embarasmment on the newspaper page/
new school for the old days, this niggas chest got caved/
wen he saw ma name, u aint never had a verse that went unclaimed/
lemme spit ma game, im just a lyrical demon who battle for heavens sake/
u the fatal flyin guilotine, i think i just herd that shit break/
now u just weak and wounded wit no weapons at ur disposal/
c his face on the avatar, sore loser lost so nigga went postal/
i come round perfect circle, u aint even described as an oval/
no money gettin mother fucker, i pump more cash then mobil/
my eyes burn thru ya chest and u couldnt find me wit bifocals/
im internationally known, u aint even famous wit the locals/
get at me
Last edited by adedwutang; 09-18-2006 at 07:24 PM.
"i got drug spots from NY to Canada/cuz Big L b fuckin wit more keys then a janita/"Follow me @SkiLLs456
poppin insiginifcant mu fucers as your self...
carve your name in the shelf.. (she carry the magnums nd twelve )
ad sell sea shells by the sea whore.. ( go bend more )
over, rightin the sober but still lickin the corner.. ( scopin with a boner )
body suckas, tossed in dumpstas... (your old lady love us)
fingerin metals projecting minerals the size of skippin pebbles.. (see rebel)
go against who you go towards you.. ( wanna know who )
can make you go through tests while i lounge back with the vest ( scheme with the best)
you scheme on the rest, cause cream you like to invest i nthat hard you ingest..
i eat of any corner as long as the food tase good.. ( MMmmMMMm good )
you feel me hits you like a semi truck up on the freeway..
both ways take it or leave it...
semis in the truck to if you figurin to feel bricks..
pummling like a super nova straight to your brain kid...
working cause of cause??
yo ADED, nice verse homie!
Nigga you suck like Kurt Angle, nice try but you being the victor is like a rasta trying to get his dreadlocks untangled/
Man you'll get mangled, and strangled to death this cat is vexed i exposed the "bitch in you" melted you like ice cubes for having no common sense/
Going against me that's retarted, i'll leave you hangin' like a lynched man for not finishing what you started/
I'm bravehaearted like nasir, this cat Aded's queer his idols Boy George, and elton john,,youv'e had dicks in ya mouth all year/
so to beat me in this battle u better keep dreaming cause if your flow was heard at a live show the crowd would keep leaving/
I better not keep seeing those wack verses, or we'll do this like the 60's i'll burn ya style down like those southern churches/
Know he's madder than minimum wage workers protesting for an increase,
I'm hungy let me throw this chicken in grease/
The lyrics you spit are plain, i'll leave ya slain, remember if you wanna be an mc first get a brain/
Cuz' if ya rhymes are flames mines the water to put em' out/
Aded just got smoked out worse than fiends in a crack house/
don't badmouth me son, you know i fathered you or shit 'll get uglier than fat bitches at a all-black barbaque/
It's death before dishonor, doom.. after aded loses this battle he'll commit suicide like Kirk cobaine from nirvana(fool)/
Calling you the bitch that you are, your like a gas-less car you'll never go far/
Your bars are like plastic on heat, i got ya style crackin' up like people watchin' Muhhamad Ali speak/
you couldn't walk in my shoes like a man with no feet/
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Where u at aded?
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
Where this cat Aded at?
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
fuck all of you are good yo dishonourable don drop a hot one im high i gotta read em all over again to decide
"BACK TO FUKIN WERK 1 OF YOUR THREADZ JUST GOT DUSTED"
On to the next contestant this dude's taking too long to respond!
My evidence, my own testament, written on wood
Twelve tribes layin at the head of corners in hoods
Hell razah
take it easy homey, unlike u I GOTTA life/
online sweatin me, go figure u aint gotta wife/
got it rite, my marvelous mics conatain venomous bites/
strenous likes, cuz u hate to love me, now i got it tite/
tied down and locked up, u blind to the lines i type up/
stayin on ma dick and felt the flow from ma rite nut/
i mite just, let this nigga know who hes fuckin wit/
let this exhibit show that im not a nigga to b fuckin wit/
o shit deja vu, excuse me, im let this flow just go thru me/
i didnt even read yur verse cuz the shit dont suit me/
u think i give a fuck about wut u got to say/
ima forget about this battle by the end of the day/
no thought process goes into these words/
i just let ma lines shoot holes thru these herbs/
ma flows to b served wile urs got lost in the herd/
fareal b, wut kinda shit is u on, ur verse look like somebody spitted it on/
seen u takin notes but got the principle wrong/
get at me-
Last edited by adedwutang; 09-21-2006 at 10:11 PM.
"i got drug spots from NY to Canada/cuz Big L b fuckin wit more keys then a janita/"Follow me @SkiLLs456
YEAH, ADEWUTANG STUNG YO AZZ
"BACK TO FUKIN WERK 1 OF YOUR THREADZ JUST GOT DUSTED"
Well I'm sorta like a Don
Capture your king by only sacrificing my pawn
Super hero at rhyming so call me the Spawn
Duets like fucking R&B bitches making songs
Sweet 16 I think not, count to twenty cause I'll give you plenty
Bars all around cars left skid marks on the streets like tars
Is there life on other planets like Mars ?
I've captured butterflies inside jars
Then added some weed buds for them to pollinate no debate
After that it gets locked down like section eight
Eat off your plate
There's no escape
Check out the babes ask em' what I rate
Easy 10 break out my pen like out the lion's den
Collect some Yen
Fuck yeah money is all I know and bitches that blow
In your seat front row
Live at any show
You all know my flow
Hollar as I collect them dollars, papers like diplomas on scholors
Last edited by Battle 1; 09-23-2006 at 12:16 AM.
Yeah Bro!
"BACK TO FUKIN WERK 1 OF YOUR THREADZ JUST GOT DUSTED"
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