blow up like, claymore?
Thats not what i came for
This dudes trying to start war with a pixelated uzi
and got most of his ideas from playing call of duty
You dont know what it takes to be an mc
I was busy in the booth, while you were trying to prestige
and how you gon come in my thread and spit recycled lyrics
At least your rappin on an alias and i cant cap on your appearance
I got my flos I got my music and I got my health
So bright, I dont need lights plants grow by themselves
Flos groovin
And when i flipped off your grow room
It made up for all that neccessary lumen.
thats live.
I've battled some wack kids in my timeyo, your rhymes are old and outdated
you soundin like you mentally sedated,
you aint bright, you fade-d.
Nothing but a fake kid.
How you gonna come at me?
your a clown, but not like Krusty.
you spit lame shit like Jermaine Duprey
you will never be on the same level as me,
when i hit the spot, And spit my flow
MC's jaws drop, like they just seen naked Jay-Lo.
yeh im hot, un-exting-uish-able, when I show
You know Ill be stealin the show,
my rhymes pierce likes arrows,
i spit ammo, getting picked up in lim-o's
bitches are a fuckin 10-fo (10-4)
If I had a time machine I would of known about thisIll bust another to keep the thread alive.
yo im tough like leather,
i leave you lighter then a feather,
fuck with me its bad weather,
so better pack up and head home,
or you'll be entering the eye of the storm,
you'll be headin back broke. no joke.
when i spit i never choke,
my lines are worth more then coke,
so fresh,
i make subway jealous,
im never breadless,
when i spit i leave the bitches breathless,
im on some next shit
1st off you need lessons so go grab a notepadThe Lion hath Conquered, the Seals have been loosed
His Glory conferred, from the days of His youth
His Ascension foretold, though far from apparent
In prophecy of old, from Israel's adherents
SELASSIE I! Christ's return to Earth
RASTAFARI! Solomonic by birth
As a wayward child, in need of correction
A world gone wild, now feeds on infection
Thru sin Earth is torn, and awaits it's due measure
For hate-filled scorn, and decadent pleasure
(chorus)
Fire dem a callin, and so it shall be
Freedom has fallen, and so Liberty
Fear not the fire, which awaits them all
Build up the pyre, for Babylon's fall
(chorus)
The Time has come, for His wrath is here
His Kingdom come, for the Path is clear.
who wants to catch my fade?
ite check it,I've battled some wack kids in my time
You suck
but i bet this is you at your prime
See right now im layed back, Hell ya im "faded"
All this talk about who's better is really whats outdated
I demonstrate it
make a beat in a minute take a puff and annihalte it
You talk a lot of shit But im feeling sympathetic
pathetic
you have to go through a proxy cuz of ya mommas firewall.
update yo shit linux browse with my firefox.
bhaha
TokeSmoker is not a dope Toker
His flo's suffered
his growing technique lacks ingenuity
and his flo's lack what it takes to be a true mc.
I went to high school with The Fila Fresh Crew... DOC included. His delivery was way ahead of it's time. He used to freestyle in the student center before school & he always drew a crowd.even after he fucked up his voice d.o.c. still wreck n sound better then any shit these crappers come out with now n dayz
I can talk shit to anybody i fucking feel like.when you're published, come talk shit to me, little boy. I do this for a living, homeslice...
Sounds like a repressed memory is starting to fuck with your emotionsbacking in high school i was the one laughing at the ones who would draw crowds flowing what a bunch of jokes trying sound like the radio fuck school im glad i made it out with out pulling a columbine nothing but f.a.b. niggas fake ass bitches
You need a miracle, matter of fact you should try and win the lottoite check it,
ill devour you like its mealtime -
im in my prime, chillin sublime -
try to diss me - its school-time -
ill teach you how to bust a real rhyme with purpose -
i spit so hot its un-heard-ov.
okay listen up n listen good,
dont bring that weak shit when u in my hood-
i kno wut u thinkin, u wish u could-
i create fire like rubbin wood-
i go hard like weezy's hook,
rhymes so tight they got u shook-
man your perdictable i read ya like a book-
k i'm not friendly call me a crook-
you say i got swine ur right im too sick, flow goes hard "hard dick" no homo