ILL_FAM
12-12-07, 05:45 PM
time to get down to business, wanna try sum? come and get this
but to get this is like kids wit Christmas wish-lists; just wishin!
y'all missin tha point, call it a beef, but all of them beats had me fallin asleep
we got grown men witta slow pen tryna pull rank in tha bullpen!
bull****! I got pole position, hopeless mission, known precision
profession is chokin kids with ropes and dippin!
never seen an emcee like me,
said to be the best freestyle king
bred to be the next beast-type being,
better keep a vest, these might sting,
trust me you'll duck these
~
dust in the wind, a rush when I win, grin and ya get bust in tha chin
musn't have been enough in the end for punks such as him to clutch him a win
really can't catch my heat, really can't test my beats
wanna battle when I slaughter cattle? I aint neva really stressed by beef
I'ma make ya left eye chinked, rhymes will make ya breath quite weak
test my steez u might learn what it is a dead guy sees
I'm raw like when the sushi's fresh,
my bombs might wet ya Gucci vest
dudes be vexed, the spits from this
blonde guy left the doobies wet,
I wrecked ya movie set
too many rhymes, not enough pens,
too many dreams, not enough ends
too many emcees, not enough Mikes,
so I gotta fight for the mic
too many dudes, not enough skill,
too many songs, not enough real
to many emcees killin hip-hop
so i gotta drop what I feel
-Illus Rated
but to get this is like kids wit Christmas wish-lists; just wishin!
y'all missin tha point, call it a beef, but all of them beats had me fallin asleep
we got grown men witta slow pen tryna pull rank in tha bullpen!
bull****! I got pole position, hopeless mission, known precision
profession is chokin kids with ropes and dippin!
never seen an emcee like me,
said to be the best freestyle king
bred to be the next beast-type being,
better keep a vest, these might sting,
trust me you'll duck these
~
dust in the wind, a rush when I win, grin and ya get bust in tha chin
musn't have been enough in the end for punks such as him to clutch him a win
really can't catch my heat, really can't test my beats
wanna battle when I slaughter cattle? I aint neva really stressed by beef
I'ma make ya left eye chinked, rhymes will make ya breath quite weak
test my steez u might learn what it is a dead guy sees
I'm raw like when the sushi's fresh,
my bombs might wet ya Gucci vest
dudes be vexed, the spits from this
blonde guy left the doobies wet,
I wrecked ya movie set
too many rhymes, not enough pens,
too many dreams, not enough ends
too many emcees, not enough Mikes,
so I gotta fight for the mic
too many dudes, not enough skill,
too many songs, not enough real
to many emcees killin hip-hop
so i gotta drop what I feel
-Illus Rated