W.I.Z.E.
11-30-08, 10:14 AM
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Wut’s it gonna be - back is that NYC Spitta,
How u a stand up G – (but) sit down when you pee n!gga,
High off life - simply my leaf and fees bigger,
No disbelief it’s the unique with speech winner.
Come meet defeat with a – Giant winning the game,
We Tom Bradyed you lames, the League’s sayin’ our names.
Come on now – we back for that Re-peat,
Whenever the beat speaks I rep - wut’s under my street cleats.
If we meet - stay in your lane and Usain,
My lyrics run tracks that’s propane insane
I raise suns – so fukk making it rain,
Mcdonalds is how u pushing weight u claimin it’s caine,
Bullets? Spit magazines – so name me the Source.
With each Single I’m Engaged to Hit the stage to perform,
I Married talent – while they raise your case for Divorce.
Damn my rhyme scheme is tight, flow, word play and all.
Last time you was hot DMX had a fade,
U beatin’ me – picture Magic Johnson dying of AIDS.
Or like me sittin’ on 20’s pushin’ a Ford.
I got carrots – up in them Buffy’s, Bunnies and Fords.
I’m a savage above average teknik up on the boards
I’m better –like when ‘Yezzy fukked up his jaw,
Not this bullsh!t they spit thinking Weezy’s the boss.
You like Nas – Life’s a b!tch so we up in your broad.
What? – Ignore you whores slip and get mauled the gauze,
Wrapping up all of yall, up in your grill before,
I disappear like Paul Wall appalled that u guys fall –
This aint the majors this is Pee Wee Ball.
See we all - know the truth – so let’s get it,
W.I.Z.E. one the best on this sh!t to Spit it.
B!TCHES!!!
Wut’s it gonna be - back is that NYC Spitta,
How u a stand up G – (but) sit down when you pee n!gga,
High off life - simply my leaf and fees bigger,
No disbelief it’s the unique with speech winner.
Come meet defeat with a – Giant winning the game,
We Tom Bradyed you lames, the League’s sayin’ our names.
Come on now – we back for that Re-peat,
Whenever the beat speaks I rep - wut’s under my street cleats.
If we meet - stay in your lane and Usain,
My lyrics run tracks that’s propane insane
I raise suns – so fukk making it rain,
Mcdonalds is how u pushing weight u claimin it’s caine,
Bullets? Spit magazines – so name me the Source.
With each Single I’m Engaged to Hit the stage to perform,
I Married talent – while they raise your case for Divorce.
Damn my rhyme scheme is tight, flow, word play and all.
Last time you was hot DMX had a fade,
U beatin’ me – picture Magic Johnson dying of AIDS.
Or like me sittin’ on 20’s pushin’ a Ford.
I got carrots – up in them Buffy’s, Bunnies and Fords.
I’m a savage above average teknik up on the boards
I’m better –like when ‘Yezzy fukked up his jaw,
Not this bullsh!t they spit thinking Weezy’s the boss.
You like Nas – Life’s a b!tch so we up in your broad.
What? – Ignore you whores slip and get mauled the gauze,
Wrapping up all of yall, up in your grill before,
I disappear like Paul Wall appalled that u guys fall –
This aint the majors this is Pee Wee Ball.
See we all - know the truth – so let’s get it,
W.I.Z.E. one the best on this sh!t to Spit it.
B!TCHES!!!