W.I.Z.E.
08-23-07, 05:34 AM
The f#ck….like I can’t still do this sh!t
Yo….
As long as I’m breathing the best you be claimin’ is third,
Even my shadow casts a shadow that be blazin’ you herbs,
So you can battle but last shadow is lazy w/ words,
You look deep what will unravel - your face will emerge.
Replaying your verse, everything was vague and disturbed,
Plagued and perturbed verbs played should be playing the curb,
You cat’s is Sesame Street straight playing the bird,
Better yet two headed freaks just playing w/ words,
You cats is out of shape flakes should be stayin’ in Curves
Yall need work outs, an Advocate ya Game is the worst
Below par - star ?(rats) only portrayed in reverse,
Your naval will burst, so find a safe haven you jerks,
I harpoon you cartoons while you playing the smurf,
Turn blue - no lights on, come through and fight clones,
I’m the Roots, playin me and you’ll be laying in dirt.
Come on yall let’s take a ride in a ’83 hearse,
Don’t cross me you’ll be missing like Mase in the Church,
Fat cops chasing a perp annoying like pages and chirps,
I’m next tell - all your pages to burn.
And disintegrate, when you mention great places on earth,
Pencil my frame of thought, (BX) and the place of my birth,
Damn near a champion almost sicker than AIDS,
You cum quick and get played call you the Lakers reserves
I’m the Bulls in the 90’s, Celtics gaming with Bird,
Mariano in the Clutch A-rod playin’ at Third.
F@ckin’ Serena in between her when she’s layin’ the serve.
I’ll f2ck ya b!tch too then I’ll straight rape you words.
And she won’t miss you, said your d!ck game was the worst,
And that’s the issue - you gay like Kanye w/ his purse.
You aint Superman you Chris Reeves grating my nerves.
No sublime if I got issue I'll say YOUR name in a verse.
Now let's go...
aint nothing...I spit to say something
you diss you'll be dumping your thoughts just aint nothing.
Let's go...
Just spitting you cats are wack pigeons,
In fact just stop spitting let cats with skill hit it.
Yo….
As long as I’m breathing the best you be claimin’ is third,
Even my shadow casts a shadow that be blazin’ you herbs,
So you can battle but last shadow is lazy w/ words,
You look deep what will unravel - your face will emerge.
Replaying your verse, everything was vague and disturbed,
Plagued and perturbed verbs played should be playing the curb,
You cat’s is Sesame Street straight playing the bird,
Better yet two headed freaks just playing w/ words,
You cats is out of shape flakes should be stayin’ in Curves
Yall need work outs, an Advocate ya Game is the worst
Below par - star ?(rats) only portrayed in reverse,
Your naval will burst, so find a safe haven you jerks,
I harpoon you cartoons while you playing the smurf,
Turn blue - no lights on, come through and fight clones,
I’m the Roots, playin me and you’ll be laying in dirt.
Come on yall let’s take a ride in a ’83 hearse,
Don’t cross me you’ll be missing like Mase in the Church,
Fat cops chasing a perp annoying like pages and chirps,
I’m next tell - all your pages to burn.
And disintegrate, when you mention great places on earth,
Pencil my frame of thought, (BX) and the place of my birth,
Damn near a champion almost sicker than AIDS,
You cum quick and get played call you the Lakers reserves
I’m the Bulls in the 90’s, Celtics gaming with Bird,
Mariano in the Clutch A-rod playin’ at Third.
F@ckin’ Serena in between her when she’s layin’ the serve.
I’ll f2ck ya b!tch too then I’ll straight rape you words.
And she won’t miss you, said your d!ck game was the worst,
And that’s the issue - you gay like Kanye w/ his purse.
You aint Superman you Chris Reeves grating my nerves.
No sublime if I got issue I'll say YOUR name in a verse.
Now let's go...
aint nothing...I spit to say something
you diss you'll be dumping your thoughts just aint nothing.
Let's go...
Just spitting you cats are wack pigeons,
In fact just stop spitting let cats with skill hit it.