bass line clean like the rhymes i deliver, alcohol slither like a snake through my liver, You can call me mother fuckin microphone ripper, See me rackin coke while im fuckin with a stripper, Oh shit man I hope shes not your sister, theres a reason that they call me mr fister :/
+Tha Typewriter yeh damn that sounds just like something i wrote - mista bigga dippa, stirppa on my zippa, told me she ya sista if so..you need to go get her, no diner but the liqour in my liver got me lit up, find me in ya spot fuckin shit up...hahaha i got to write even more different now. Good shit tho Typewriter
Damn ,. No raps no snaps from under centa,. I mean Im in the focus ,. But the shutter hinders the butter windas,. Catch this motion , no hope in the ocean,. Water waves training wheels on rollercoasting ,. Boy who else was on this level,. I'm vroom vroom showing off suspension with just a pedal,. Shit on the window prolly from a sparrow ,. Ordinary fellow,. Fella ,. Dude hey it's you ,. Never play it shake,. Fade it duce,.
I'm a go getter No sweater header to the show But I flow with the trendsetters in the back of the map set tacks on the track slapping back sides sniffing poon I'm a rude dude sipping booze chilling with my goons. Toons playing on the telly getting toast off the jelly while I'm laying down the jam
You call that content, Im almost violent with derision regarding your bars and rhyming. Dont be sad, i make a living stymying adverseries on this rhyme shit. Stunned and beleageured is what audience members described my opponents in rap battles. I shift tectonics so much, that your grandmas royal doultons get smashed in the china hutch.
ye i spit the dope rhymes you know its choke time emcees get clothes-lined and jay b hits the goldmine you hear the bell chime clearly its showtime im knocking you the fuck out like molina in round nine
Feel good feel like Mr.wonderful/ Travel through dark stage see the light at end of the tunnel/ you ain't got real money unless it comes in bundles/ dudes ain't saying shit all your hear is mumbles/ I keep my vocals high so you know what I speak/ mainstream niggaz the trick underground dudes is the treat/ There money comes with sacrifice, Our money comes with the lord advice/ You can't work for satan then try to praise christ/Small time money but our soul stays with us/ Wanna be up lifting instead of thrown under the bus/
man i used to be a rapper n shit now i gota job,, lets see if i still got it.. doggy i dun played around/ lounged got down fucked off a couple thou/ u cant tll that im gold so down w the flo/ and intelligible/ dog you should be lettin this go/ linguistic with the written wont use it for bennevelnce tho/ im better than dope/ laced on the blunt dip in premethozene yo/
I be reading books trynna get some kind knowledge trynna get some profit I be writing in my book got it understood I be rapping where u stood step back got that good rap you was on that bull crap take it out and pull back you was dead where u mother fucking stood at put u in a place that they'll never look at here's a foolscap rap ur fucking life maybe then I'll think twice then I get it right every single time my mind to advanced I be rocking vans with the tight ass pants I dont give a fuck it is always just a fad do it like a tad twitter fingers or em gingles man its always just bad I be getting bad bitches that are bad wanna get inside my bed never let em inside my head take a breath then I go in with the chipped tooth here's a tissue for u bitch I'm the restroom suck til her mother fucking neck moved neck till she went blue dizzy plus she can't move
