Here it is...
Them P.I.R emcee guys are pussys in rhyme//
Gee why are so many rookies trying to rhyme//
In shambles yall continue to Gamble with your life//
Get outta line I'll handle you like I handle my knife//
Quick to grab Pick a Fag than stick and stab//
I'll cut you and come back to pick the scab//
Can't reconsile But I'm wreckin childs//
Can be my next sons Next bodies on Tek's gun//
Expect one Hollow tips eject to inspect lungs//
And Scatter to fragments Shatter you faggots//
Batter you rabbits its a Matter of habits//
Spoken:
Let's start with spoken lifes worth less than a token//
At a 3 machine arcade best game being virtual charades//
Recent escapades include calling out Tek in serenades//
Your flow is more watered down than powdered lemonade//
You couldn't beat me in a fight if you had venom blades//
I'll rob you for your financial aid a substantial grade//
Come back to me when you been in an actual police raid//
If you met me in real life you would want peace made//
You couldn't hold heat if you had a hand held radiator//
You couldn't do the math if you had nine calculators//
Me greater than You like kids lessened sitting on escalators//
I'd murder King Shyt first but I'll save the best for later//
You've been dispersed first because your considered worse//
Your just a pussy waiting for Shyt's dick to insert//
It's always the lackey that gets murked instead of the jerk//
Joining a rap crew because because you enjoy the perks//
The difference between me and you is my guns don't squirt//
I'm herding you cattle nigguh hurry up ready my saddle//
Battles aint Impressive? Well at least I actually battle...//
Since you like stretched bars and multi's so much
If I'm Hungry I'll reach down your throat and take the food out ya stomache//
Shit aint funny while this clown got jokes I break the mood watch em plummet//
Nasty like tact Whites that get drunk and smack wifes on the low like black Lifes//
You the "bout to get Smacked Type", four fives make your face glow like black lights//
Get cracked like "BITCH LEARN HOW TO ACT RIGHT", make sure you remember That IIGHT!//
No joke the kids that nice flow smokes mics like Crack Pipes I give back Life//
Livin in critical local conditions acidical vocal emissions burn Spoken beyond recognition//
Bitch don't speak without my permission I run shit like the Tri-Lateral Commission//
King Shyt:
"King's" so full of "shit" it turned his feet brown//
"Introduce" you to my fist and let you "meet" ground//
You aint the "king" of "shit" unless it's geek town//
I heard you sing Legit got a real unique sound//
Reduce your amplification before you get a "beat down"//
Got bullets the size of balls so you can eat "rounds"//
"William Tell" this kid that I split "Apples" as well//
I might be compelled to miss if your heads swelled//
You got enough hot air to compete with baloons//
I put holes in Spitoons at your local saloons//
Space Baboon monkeys like you get sent to moons//
Buffoon animated character like you see in cartoons//
You couldn't be hot with no AC in the middle of june//
You couldn't blow if you were equipped to explode//
Full of yourself like deep water ships that implode//
You got a ritual to put yourself in battle mode//
You strip down and play a game of hide the toad//
High bass open rubbing your testicals on speakers//
You or Spoken I can't decide wich one is weaker//
Your mom or escorts? can't decide wich is cheaper//
Couldn't spit science if you had saliva in a beaker//
Funny how you remembered me I never acknowledged you//
Or any members of your fraternity like college crew//
I'm not "black" but I'll still make your eyes "blue"//
Focus on you and stop paying attention to what I do//
P.E.A.C.E
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