I wasn't born mean, I was pushed to treachery I walk the streets looking for some puss to fetch me I'm like a veggie, brain is turned to mush, I'm edgy Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie If he don't gimme Kim, things could get messy So pass that ass to me let me squish the left cheek And press against the right one till it's smushed against me And leave a dead body in the woods, the MC With the Christopher Reeve beef We started out on the wrong foot Or should I say fake leg made outta wood I shouldn't, yes I should Riding through the hood, I'm chillin' with Westwood I'm quite mellow, a white fellow My pee is bright yellow, I like Jell-O I'm like hello to a cute little dyke on the mic I'm kinda like Iron Mike 'cause I bite earlobes [Verse 2: Mr. Porter] See I'm the first one to class and the last to leave I mean the first one to leave outta class, believe That I'm a mailbox pimp in my heart till I die Even after I’m all gone and my ashes fried Went from an ashy guy class clown as high To a grown ass man stacking pa-per Runyon Ave.'s the clique , D12's the game We've been spitting this (shit) Since we were little bébés Gaga goo goo nana, nadi do do never Word to my homie Em, I'm just too too clever A 4-5 shot and leave a nigga's face lop-sided The kick from the barrel make you think I'm cock-eyed it When I bust it out off in the crowd, you start diving Greg Louganis went over the bar I ain't lying Hot Iron lethals not defying a soldier Runyon Ave. soldier equals death when it's over It's none colder than (a nigga) understand the struggle Apply the street-muscle we've been had to hustle We've been had to hustle, we've been had to muscle Apply the street hustle, we've been had to hustle
Verse 1: Eminem] I wasn't born mean, I was pushed to treachery I walk the streets looking for some puss to fetch me I'm like a veggie, brain is turned to mush, I'm edgy Edgy enough to give Reggie Bush a wedgie If he don't gimme Kim, things could get messy So pass that ass to me let me squish the left cheek And press against the right one till it's smushed against me And leave a dead body in the woods, the MC With the Christopher Reeve beef We started out on the wrong foot Or should I say fake leg made outta wood I shouldn't, yes I should Riding through the hood, I'm chillin' with Westwood I'm quite mellow, a white fellow My pee is bright yellow, I like Jell-O I'm like hello to a cute little dyke on the mic I'm kinda like Iron Mike 'cause I bite earlobes [Verse 2: Mr. Porter] See I'm the first one to class and the last to leave I mean the first one to leave outta class, believe That I'm a mailbox pimp in my heart till I die Even after I’m all gone and my ashes fried Went from an ashy guy class clown as high To a grown ass man stacking pa-per Runyon Ave.'s the clique , D12's the game We've been spitting this (shit) Since we were little bébés Gaga goo goo nana, nadi do do never Word to my homie Em, I'm just too too clever A 4-5 shot and leave a nigga's face lop-sided The kick from the barrel make you think I'm cock-eyed it When I bust it out off in the crowd, you start diving Greg Louganis went over the bar I ain't lying Hot Iron lethals not defying a soldier Runyon Ave. soldier equals death when it's over It's none colder than (a nigga) understand the struggle Apply the street-muscle we've been had to hustle We've been had to hustle, we've been had to muscle Apply the street hustle, we've been had to hustle
I guess I could tell you about everything on my mind, I could break down and explain each part of my life...tattooed young from the streets of Detroit, learned from the best, I got rhymes to exploit, my vocab's unlimited, these rhymes are just infinite, dreamin' the dream, yet somehow I'm livin' it, these raps are not copied, not fresh off the internet, maybe I should end here, no wait, I'm not finished yet, you wanna know what, here's what's so scary, imagine a kid who doesn't know his own parents, maybe I'm not the biggest guy in bulk, but I'm the biggest in heart, I'll never let that go, I came here for one thing, I came here to preach, but I feel like my destiny is just out of reach, I feel like I'm being held back by somethin', or maybe I'm just crazy, maybe it's nothin'...
you scared to rap your a baby, you ain't slim so don't be him, your chance of winning is maybe so battle If you can't even slay me your brain is insane you can't act you aren't even intact so go home before you die bye bye. I hope you had fun because this rap battle is over and I've already won.
You can't even ryme or string together a series of words that flow together and yet you talk fucking trash. sorry man but that was the worst shit I've ever read.. lmfao
I'm here motivated to become the best. I'll practice my passion and fly high Fuck the rest. Nobody can stop me from being what I want. In my category i could say that i;m a giant. I hear the kicks bangin in my head fight , get up and walk trough fire till im dead
I just finished writing something so sick to this and I can’t wait to record it and I’m gonna go do that now I suggest you guys do the same because all of us can play this game
See I'm the first one to class and the last to leave I mean the first one to leave outta class, believe That I'm a mailbox pimp in my heart till I die Even after I’m all gone and my ashes fried Went from an ashy guy class clown as high To a grown ass man stacking motherfucking pa-per Runyon Ave.'s the clique , D12's the game We've been spitting this (shit) Since we were little bébés Gaga goo goo nana, nadi do do never Word to my homie Em, I'm just too too clever A 4-5 shot and leave a nigga's face lop-sided The kick from the barrel make you think I'm cock-eyed it When I bust it out off in the crowd, niggas start diving Greg Louganis went over the bar I ain't lying Hot Iron lethals not defying a soldier Runyon Ave. soldier equals death when it's over It's none colder than (a nigga) understand the struggle Apply the street-muscle we've been had to hustle We've been had to hustle, we've been had to muscle Apply the street hustle, we've been had to hustle
I'm more than raw with it, I morph and ignore limits.. I keep it real and take more than four minutes. eight minutes I aint kidding I make great lyrics and stay chillin'. I graff, graph and graft a b boy that breaks physics. I play games with emotions, this is not an apology.. I'd Buck-a-rude rapper but I've got the Monopoly. basic contender, I'm basically better.. I build with skill whilst you're playing with Jenga. wack rapper.. your lax standard lacks swagger.. I aint playin' games when I go ham.. no Backgammon. play your hand, I'm made to rap; I'll take a Risk and claim the map. Guess Who.. got the wrong nomenclature. I play games with hearts and it's not Operation.
You got it sick twisted, misfit like that bitches glass slip when mom slit her foot to make that shit fit, after all the shoe wasn't the size, like the lies a mirror throws when you ask it a question and see how it goes,
9 years later, People are still listening to this, If so hi I’m the future assassin, Aka the alligator, I’m not fragile I’m hard, I can hide my feelings behind all this bars, I’m going far, In my head, Lucid dreaming till I’m dead, And I plead to succeed, While also engraving in my knees, My preys don’t I won’t be fed, To hells gate, But that’s not my fate, I’m late ooh look at the time is time to actually kill the beat, With my words of speech, Listen closely, I’m intoxicating, I’m not forgettable, I’m rocking all around, As I here the beats that bound, Not my best please don’t forget the man, With a plan so remember the words, Of the totally obscurd being, Knockoff brown boy of the hood, People mistake me for white, Alright that’s fine, But don’t mistake me for the white boy, That cannot write but I write not alike, All the rest, I cannot rest but I stand here begging to test, Is this trash, Is this trash how I speak on the beat, That is basically bombarding, So many b’s because I murder them in my sleep, I’m not slim or shady, But I’m on the brink on being crazy. Should I rap better, Should I instigate a participate, Look I don’t rap crap, Mixed up to sound like a goat, But I do provoke the enemies, So please take out the e-n and I - E - S, And think I attacked Eminem, When I could be talking about me, So please be honest, I’m not cold I’m not old, But at least soon I will be making profits...
Made a life in a livin hell might get trap in a cell oh well can't beat the unstoppable force of a soldier not gonna move like a boulder. Been making rhymes just just to cause a wreck took my my life a whole new aspect not even doing this for a check all I want to get is the respect
It's the return of the physco Mfs might need a ride yo To escape me I'mma Physco I'll sniff yo ass Cross the map u diss me once Ain no turning back I'mma eat y'all ass Real fast Turn yo back u could get yo shit cracked Fuck w me my whole Crew gone show up To mommaz crib while she naps Better watch yo tone before I snap Bouta redecorate in red paint U gone be in some pain By the end of today U probably gonna faint I'm hurt just gonna flirt W my n**** bitch I'm gonna jizz all over her shirt Then cover her ass in dirt
does this beat track have a name , curious... I'm just going to download it anyway but I want to give credit where its due if I use it . Thanks Hip Hop community !
JMS distressed You best believe. I’m the last to class And the first to leave. Born 01 my life begun. have no need for a murder weapon. If I get shot so fuckin’ what? I’ll get right back up and rap straight out my butt. There’s a pain in my gut. Digesting haters, like alligators. Shit em out my ass. Throw em in the trash. Two Blunts in my mouth, While walking down south. 3 bongs on the table my lungs been disabled. Cough cough Bout to blast off Cold in the room, like planet hoth Aye. Cruising down the interstate 125 Don’t need no hate Whenever I arrive. This shits Mello, Kids act ghetto, I like to play halo. I took an arrow in the knee Like a loud banshee. I don’t beg for mercy I’m tron legacy. Bel espree With my homies I chill wit them. I like Eminem. People try to be him. Rollin a backwood You’d love a hit I know you would. With VFbeast And Tyler the skater We inspire like a priest Floating around the equator. Like a satellite I’m on the mic So listen up. Put your ear close up And lock it up. I’m doctor phill That prescribes the pill The pill that makes u kill. I’m the one who inspires the blues If you don’t think so, then find the clues. Fuck haters, and backstabbing traitors. Run em over with tractor trailers. Lol laugh out loud Mushroom cloud I’m the nuke explosion People always posing To just fit in. And when they don’t They get to pissin’
I'm a young MC don't you see the way that I flow to this beat making cops wanna murder me im just like a murder you ain't ever heard of me I got these skills when I rhyme you get the chills everytime I'm passing out my CD like I was slanging dimes these hard times making me wanna do crimes but I stay with the pad and pencil don't understand modern rap these rappers sound mental ima make it big bring back that hiphop sound never stop trying till I'm buried in the ground I'm reppin with my homiez catch us swigin on sum 40z me eddy from the 503 saying fuck all the police
i used to want to be a trapper, but now i wanna be a rapper, shooting 3"s like i balling for the raptors, You can catch me a chapters reading my books, You suck so bad you cant even get a hook, Im like chef ramsey im here to cook, whip you into sometihng, now you shook,
Everyone looks at me for inspiration, like I'm games new creation, the temptation of that an easy stash, but u know these streets gonna lash, merciless cash.
I'm the best with it if life gives you lemons make zest with with it I killing seven emcees to channel the anger compressed within me, I'm a fiend, who just joined the game to undress women best wishes, majestic shit, diss bitches, that's just a characteristic of his leave you with six stitches like chris browns brown's bitches my neck itches, this is Narcosynthesis big enough to cause egosynthisis It's enough, Lets just finish this shit
Aight yo, it's been 8 years since this post went up said insert lyrics then I said that's what's up! What's poppin off is a fight in the streets if you hear jaws popped it's probably mike tyson and me, in the fast lane like I took up some speed ready to rip some heads I dont like dead people that's why I put em 6 Feet, under is where they'll be making deals with the devil to get their revenge on me This shit is dark like a light on the street, pulling up on anybody thinking they punking me
@PharaohDaniyal yeah it sucks one day it was copyrighted and getting flagged or someshit so i took it off cuz I didn't want to get in trouble. but oh well you can always find it anywhere else :p
He used this beat, but what was it supposed to be for? Relapse 2? Was this used for Slaughterhouse? Was it ever even used besides the Westwood Freestyle?
