Cali_Bud
02-10-07, 07:38 PM
kingofdayay:I dont discriminate n!gga I intimidate,
My flow structure making it hard for them-to-hate/
My lyrics is the weaponry and my bars penetrate,
I aim and lock on the opponent and eliminate/
Im known as Hitler Jr. in the art of war check the encyclopedia,
But I try to retreat from the psycho-media/
these n!ggas will eat you alive there parasitic,
In my eyes if they comment on you then they're-a-critic/
I see why because im so sick that I leave the mic contaminated,
Get everything laminated, but yall emcees is animated/
A whole bunch of graphics and sound effects,
Taking us back 400 years with ya "whips" and the "chains" around-ya-necks/
And ya whole gangsta-persona,
All rise for a true G and give thanks to-ya-honor/
Runnin around talkin bout how you dump-the-pound,
But u could'nt "kick the flow" if you stomp-the-ground/
4 true MC's that'll crush all competition/when we speak to the masses maf*cka's pay attention
Sexydeltagirl:Folks wanna know where I get this from…
The urge to grab a mic and let my heart flow…
Speak on my past and present…
While stealing hearts like a Klepto…
But it ain’t a mystery it’s ingrained in me...
My Grand daddy protested /held the bull horn confessing…
That separate wasn’t equal/let my brown skin mingle with the people…
So when I say I’m known in various circles…
From the comic books heads to skateboarding Nike dunk heads…
To the heads of folks that nod everytime my words are read…
I’m being serious/I’m really that chick!
So whenever you see my screen name/ take a minute and peep the dialogue…
Cause more than likely I’m speaking on how I got this far…
From having nothing/to having it all/then losing it…
Only to get it all back 10 fold cause pride is a B!tch…
So stop asking me where I came from…
I didn’t appear only to disappear like the invisible woman….
I’m here to change your perception…
Prove that my Grand daddy didn’t struggle for nothin…
I can adapt to any situation/at any time…
Blend in like camouflage….
From the richest to the poorest of classes ya dig?
I can walk my walk and talk my talk…
And not have to beat on my chest to get my point across…
I was told at early age that I’m cut from a different cloth…
It’s made of soft cashmere but rough like brillo around the edges…
So yeah you can get that Nas link/or let me expose you to some Awadagin…
But don’t think somebody put me on to them/or I snuck copies…
Cause my love for music comes naturally like breathing…
I exhale and sigh over garbage and keep it movin…
So when I'm nodding my head and reciting the lyrics…
Don’t look all confused and flabbergasted….
Put on ya game face on…
And approach me with caution….
4 true MC's that'll crush all competition/when we speak to the masses maf*cka's pay attention
Cali Bud:It must feel like a travesty to have to bow down to your majesty/
Cats keep asking me if this will prevent tragedy/
And tragically it wont/
But lies are what restores my enemies hope and I could give it to em straight but I don't/
I watch out for your onslaught of abstract rhymes/
knowing soon that it'll be my time to shine/
Seeing as though you can't cope with that/
I'm eagerly pacing like a kid on Christmas to prove these cats weak style is wack/
To MC's I'm a canibal who shares a close relationship with Hannibal/
an animal,a hotter spitter would require too much pressure to the mandible/
The message that I send is harsh but affective/
when nigg@$ get the memo they come back cool,calm & collected/
when my pen touches the paper I get chills nothing short of exciting/
simplistic name but the wordplay is frightening/
everybody go hard in the eye of the beholder/
fold em up like a folder true lyricist on your shoulder
4 true MC's that'll crush all competition/when we speak to the masses maf*cka's pay attention
Theman080:I ride a blaze flow, chase & aim wit a flame throw/
Change ho's for change yo, makin they frames fold/
The same old for lames bro, into minimal shyt/
Tyin to claim the name Fantastic 4 cuz you invisible bytch/
My syllables split, atoms four ways into criminal cliques/
The four horseman with war torches, get into you quick/
On April 4th take four magnums to four seperate arenas/
A Fedaral clean up, four clips, shreddin ya team up/
When it comes to Arenas and droppin 4-4's (44), take the Gilbert Approach/
Pick & roll, drop two in his basket and soak the idiots clothes/
Rollin quadruple phillies for four dimes, eyein to jump in her/
Cut the skyline with four slanted black abrasions, apocalypse summoner/
The year four-thousand four hundred and forty four/
---On the fortyfourth minute and second---
080 will emerge tall as forty floors with four illiterate henchman/
Ignitin forty wars, each be finished in seconds/
Genocide for a billion and forty more, in forty different dimensions/
I'm as powerful as the Fantastic Four's four members/
Combined with each foe they ever faced, inconsiderate war senders/
Added to Superman's strength, with strategies of Alexander The Great/
Guns of Neo and his chronies times four, wipe off an amatuer's face/
My flow structure making it hard for them-to-hate/
My lyrics is the weaponry and my bars penetrate,
I aim and lock on the opponent and eliminate/
Im known as Hitler Jr. in the art of war check the encyclopedia,
But I try to retreat from the psycho-media/
these n!ggas will eat you alive there parasitic,
In my eyes if they comment on you then they're-a-critic/
I see why because im so sick that I leave the mic contaminated,
Get everything laminated, but yall emcees is animated/
A whole bunch of graphics and sound effects,
Taking us back 400 years with ya "whips" and the "chains" around-ya-necks/
And ya whole gangsta-persona,
All rise for a true G and give thanks to-ya-honor/
Runnin around talkin bout how you dump-the-pound,
But u could'nt "kick the flow" if you stomp-the-ground/
4 true MC's that'll crush all competition/when we speak to the masses maf*cka's pay attention
Sexydeltagirl:Folks wanna know where I get this from…
The urge to grab a mic and let my heart flow…
Speak on my past and present…
While stealing hearts like a Klepto…
But it ain’t a mystery it’s ingrained in me...
My Grand daddy protested /held the bull horn confessing…
That separate wasn’t equal/let my brown skin mingle with the people…
So when I say I’m known in various circles…
From the comic books heads to skateboarding Nike dunk heads…
To the heads of folks that nod everytime my words are read…
I’m being serious/I’m really that chick!
So whenever you see my screen name/ take a minute and peep the dialogue…
Cause more than likely I’m speaking on how I got this far…
From having nothing/to having it all/then losing it…
Only to get it all back 10 fold cause pride is a B!tch…
So stop asking me where I came from…
I didn’t appear only to disappear like the invisible woman….
I’m here to change your perception…
Prove that my Grand daddy didn’t struggle for nothin…
I can adapt to any situation/at any time…
Blend in like camouflage….
From the richest to the poorest of classes ya dig?
I can walk my walk and talk my talk…
And not have to beat on my chest to get my point across…
I was told at early age that I’m cut from a different cloth…
It’s made of soft cashmere but rough like brillo around the edges…
So yeah you can get that Nas link/or let me expose you to some Awadagin…
But don’t think somebody put me on to them/or I snuck copies…
Cause my love for music comes naturally like breathing…
I exhale and sigh over garbage and keep it movin…
So when I'm nodding my head and reciting the lyrics…
Don’t look all confused and flabbergasted….
Put on ya game face on…
And approach me with caution….
4 true MC's that'll crush all competition/when we speak to the masses maf*cka's pay attention
Cali Bud:It must feel like a travesty to have to bow down to your majesty/
Cats keep asking me if this will prevent tragedy/
And tragically it wont/
But lies are what restores my enemies hope and I could give it to em straight but I don't/
I watch out for your onslaught of abstract rhymes/
knowing soon that it'll be my time to shine/
Seeing as though you can't cope with that/
I'm eagerly pacing like a kid on Christmas to prove these cats weak style is wack/
To MC's I'm a canibal who shares a close relationship with Hannibal/
an animal,a hotter spitter would require too much pressure to the mandible/
The message that I send is harsh but affective/
when nigg@$ get the memo they come back cool,calm & collected/
when my pen touches the paper I get chills nothing short of exciting/
simplistic name but the wordplay is frightening/
everybody go hard in the eye of the beholder/
fold em up like a folder true lyricist on your shoulder
4 true MC's that'll crush all competition/when we speak to the masses maf*cka's pay attention
Theman080:I ride a blaze flow, chase & aim wit a flame throw/
Change ho's for change yo, makin they frames fold/
The same old for lames bro, into minimal shyt/
Tyin to claim the name Fantastic 4 cuz you invisible bytch/
My syllables split, atoms four ways into criminal cliques/
The four horseman with war torches, get into you quick/
On April 4th take four magnums to four seperate arenas/
A Fedaral clean up, four clips, shreddin ya team up/
When it comes to Arenas and droppin 4-4's (44), take the Gilbert Approach/
Pick & roll, drop two in his basket and soak the idiots clothes/
Rollin quadruple phillies for four dimes, eyein to jump in her/
Cut the skyline with four slanted black abrasions, apocalypse summoner/
The year four-thousand four hundred and forty four/
---On the fortyfourth minute and second---
080 will emerge tall as forty floors with four illiterate henchman/
Ignitin forty wars, each be finished in seconds/
Genocide for a billion and forty more, in forty different dimensions/
I'm as powerful as the Fantastic Four's four members/
Combined with each foe they ever faced, inconsiderate war senders/
Added to Superman's strength, with strategies of Alexander The Great/
Guns of Neo and his chronies times four, wipe off an amatuer's face/