by Relapse.LP » Oct 29th, '09, 06:26
Give me a paper and pen and later with them, I'll major offend with a pager connect/
Let's wager and bet that you just a stager in rap, real skills like vapors in mist/
You're not a raper but less so your demonstration useless like the Yemen nation is clueless/
Saudi Arabia ten times their size; compared to you, my cannon "rations" are ruthless/
Leaving them "patients" toothless; no delay in the rapping and get paid when it's happening/
Get "laid" with a "trap" and run away from the clapping 'cause your rap ways get us "napping"/
The case is just wrapping up; my multies hit the bullseye; your cold lies are bold tries/
To stop our old sighs; can't get the gold prize so you try to "blow up" like you hold size...?/
Your told rhymes are "sold-lines" like "ghost-write"; the audience isn't that foolish/
Enemies' "rap" karate sense is whack ghoulish with mics; like Scotty said bitches can't use it/
Yo, from the first to the last of it; delivery is passionate/
The whole and not the half of it; vocab and not the math of it/
Projectile that them blasted with; accurate assassin shit/
Me and Kweli close like... Bethlehem and Nazareth/
-Black Star, Definition
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