Ecliptik
04-17-07, 03:32 AM
My Muscle is rap, until my words wrap around..
My tounge that flung the spit of pounds of rounds..
No justice no peace boy, i pull out my peice boy..
As a teen i was titan, so i grew up as a beast boy..
Know i'm bout to feast boy, take all ya food..
From ya head to ya feet boy, i keep what i please boy..
Holla at me boy, boy ready to get gully..
Cause tha bass line bully is ready to slump dummies..
It's a wrap, pump mummies, get dumped in the trunck money..
But when i drive off honey, you'll miss half of ya skully..
So if you can't pay attention, then i'll pay you no mind..
I said a penny for a thought, instead you dropped dimes..
So i don't wanna hear ya 2 cents, my time is money..
And you can't change a mind when you brain dead dunny..
Homy i talk tuff, you find it tuff to talk..
I'm an artist that draws guns, get you outlined in chalk..
Tuff guy of the click, b!tch we takin a walk..
Answer to clip...click, click...unable to talk..
Like he was breathin the pump, he was speechless ofcourse..
Bitin the bullet, beeds of sweat dumpin out of his pores..
Now you the tuff guy of ya click, sayin you pray god wit me..
Til i preview the clappa, now it's "your lucky my girls wit me"..
Niqqa please, if i wanted to i'd clap u and ya girl too..
Dawg, i'm DEAD nice, i'll make you a "Mr. Me Too"..
So how'm i gonna get touched, when a niqqa don't feel me..
And see what i said, when i say you can't see me..
How can you copy real skill, or do i dare need to mention..
God of War after PayBack, I Bully'd for Redemption..
Full hyper extension, call what i spit an arm bar..
Cause when i flex b!tch, it's obvious that i strong arm..
Act like i read palms, text out punches..
You dead meat, that only mean i gotta bag up lunches..
My rhymes stay rude and ruthless, i continue to school kids..
Cause if shootin was a test then Ecliptik just pop quiz..
Too fluid to battle, how you think you gonna tap me..
Cause what you say softer then the voice on Bobby Lashley..
Say i'm off the dome, should i call it suicide..
Like when you think you on my level, til i toss you off the side..
When i bring down the house like shelter to the poor..
I do more then drop jaws, bring ya roof to the floor..
Niqqa i ball, so i cross over sea's..
And the closest you've got was a cross country team..
If i cross over from rap, i'll cross over to rock..
Like i look both ways before i cross over the block..
Cross over the wires that connect to a bomb..
Across the street to ya moms wit a cross over her lawn..
Cross the boss and pump will cross out ya stripes..
Across ya chest, i promise cross my heart and die..
Cause the mic on my arm might lift the pigments..
Off of my skin until my arm look like a gremlins..
But let me jump back to crossin paths wit a chump..
That backed crossed you, lettin ya ass get jumped..
Right across from the buildin wit a cross, you..
double cross and buck guns til the left cross ya right-n-boom..
My tounge that flung the spit of pounds of rounds..
No justice no peace boy, i pull out my peice boy..
As a teen i was titan, so i grew up as a beast boy..
Know i'm bout to feast boy, take all ya food..
From ya head to ya feet boy, i keep what i please boy..
Holla at me boy, boy ready to get gully..
Cause tha bass line bully is ready to slump dummies..
It's a wrap, pump mummies, get dumped in the trunck money..
But when i drive off honey, you'll miss half of ya skully..
So if you can't pay attention, then i'll pay you no mind..
I said a penny for a thought, instead you dropped dimes..
So i don't wanna hear ya 2 cents, my time is money..
And you can't change a mind when you brain dead dunny..
Homy i talk tuff, you find it tuff to talk..
I'm an artist that draws guns, get you outlined in chalk..
Tuff guy of the click, b!tch we takin a walk..
Answer to clip...click, click...unable to talk..
Like he was breathin the pump, he was speechless ofcourse..
Bitin the bullet, beeds of sweat dumpin out of his pores..
Now you the tuff guy of ya click, sayin you pray god wit me..
Til i preview the clappa, now it's "your lucky my girls wit me"..
Niqqa please, if i wanted to i'd clap u and ya girl too..
Dawg, i'm DEAD nice, i'll make you a "Mr. Me Too"..
So how'm i gonna get touched, when a niqqa don't feel me..
And see what i said, when i say you can't see me..
How can you copy real skill, or do i dare need to mention..
God of War after PayBack, I Bully'd for Redemption..
Full hyper extension, call what i spit an arm bar..
Cause when i flex b!tch, it's obvious that i strong arm..
Act like i read palms, text out punches..
You dead meat, that only mean i gotta bag up lunches..
My rhymes stay rude and ruthless, i continue to school kids..
Cause if shootin was a test then Ecliptik just pop quiz..
Too fluid to battle, how you think you gonna tap me..
Cause what you say softer then the voice on Bobby Lashley..
Say i'm off the dome, should i call it suicide..
Like when you think you on my level, til i toss you off the side..
When i bring down the house like shelter to the poor..
I do more then drop jaws, bring ya roof to the floor..
Niqqa i ball, so i cross over sea's..
And the closest you've got was a cross country team..
If i cross over from rap, i'll cross over to rock..
Like i look both ways before i cross over the block..
Cross over the wires that connect to a bomb..
Across the street to ya moms wit a cross over her lawn..
Cross the boss and pump will cross out ya stripes..
Across ya chest, i promise cross my heart and die..
Cause the mic on my arm might lift the pigments..
Off of my skin until my arm look like a gremlins..
But let me jump back to crossin paths wit a chump..
That backed crossed you, lettin ya ass get jumped..
Right across from the buildin wit a cross, you..
double cross and buck guns til the left cross ya right-n-boom..