[Verse 1](made in no time) I heard some MCs wanna bring it But a female is one of their strongest men When I step to you dont seek refuge Make it happen, f the rappin Because I know I got that sewed The first time I ever touched the microphone it grew Now I explode, eruptin like a nigga that drunk too much But not intoxicated... As mental stress increase youll need to be sedated Sick and tired of the people acting like everyday they get fired acting like I lie ugh go a head and tell me to die This times a warning after this we take it to pugilism Mash out the beedies, dreads spark up the corn I flow muddy like the gutter after the rainstorm My mission to seek, build or destroy Like Andy dalton did I be that person that will never leave And this is the showdown... [Scratched Hook] (I got the wild style...) (Show down) [Verse 2] After this MCs will wish to do battle with me For their sake I hope that they apply the proper strategy In any case, worst comes to worst Ill be the best Storms come but so does those bad days but when ever i die I wouldnt want people to cry i would want it to be like a holiday. Theres no vest or no way you can get suited up For whats about to happen, you might as well get zooted I heard that ignorance is bliss, so I guess youre all blistered The wrong move is made, like 40s in the ghetto your cap is quickly twisted And just in case the first time you missed it The wrong move is made, like 40s in the ghetto your cap is quickly twisted Livin on a diet of flesh and Mistic I kicks the ballistics and keep it realistic We shoot stuff up like the people in the war Perverted monks, and crazy showdowns And this is the showdown... [Hook] [Verse 3] Its a shame what some people do for fame When they think they know the game But I switch up the rules of the game Drop diamonds in between the game The fluid is quite fatal, like water on the brain I be the Sheriff and I got MCs on the chain gang Continuous hard labour until the day that they hang One idiot person tried t escape my trial but I murdered his gang Right back at ya just like a boomerang , you couldnt knock me out with Apollo The god is never chillin, hot like a volcano Once I met up with this bandolero Whyd he make me bust him in his head and make him drop dead I put MCs on the ceiling like Michelangelo Did the Sixteenth [Sistine] Chapel Known to kick and grapple, so you couldnt test those niggas who fail they taste like those stale potatoes chips
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 21:26:30 +0000
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