Spyder+Coleon+Class - Fuck Beef

[Spyder]

Class
Stuck in heat but I don’t fuck wit beef, I ain’t into beastiality
Only an intense diss will tense this and bring the beast outta me
End the rumors before they begin to bloom of any released fallacies
Im back to own it at the moment, fuck the soon deceased to challenge me
A rattled g, but honestly, no diss tracks were thrown in my direction
But shots were fired and props required for being prone to my perfection
Left blown without protection alone with the mic on a Holyfield
He’s fallin through the stage, in fumes of rage as his wounds slowly heal
From the torture that stuck your fortune n’ luck, ripped it to shreds
I’ll baffle your ways and rattle your phase as I decode the cryptic head
With the apocalyptic red, but then again this about ending the war
I’ll devour tracks and give the power back to the eagles tending to soar
You’ve picked up a new mic who might put the peace back in tracks
So your train can roll, remain in control and put elite back in rap
We back in fact and im mining hip hop right there close to coal
The energy released from that is about enough to blow your goal
I’ve sold my soul to receive the gift that might put me on tour
But mess wit beef and get less belief, look what it did to his encore
Who’s on more, cold lyrics will only hurt, that’s the way we play it
Are you hearin it, eyes, suns and pyramids…. they made me say it

Fuck this beef shit… fuckin shits over

Spyder
I’m a disease, a fiend, never someone to bargain-with
lookin for a new target-bitch so step up if you wanna part-of-it.
y'all on the starters-kit, I ‘throwdown’ with the hardest-hit
crack cartilage, with broken bones to fill your apartment-wit.
a beast out of its cage in a rage, psychotic juiced induce animal
let loose we do damage-bro, leavin no clues but tooth enamel.
the beef is over that’s why first and second spittin the raps
on a fuckin track with Class, leave bitches ripped like a six-pac,
your shits whack, by the end of this bitches be kissin my feet
so listen to me, I’ve been workin on disses diligently…
you aint ready when I rush-this, know as rambunctious
harder than arithmetic, bitches cant figure out my dam-functions.
like Jordan how I slam-dunk-this, an emcee to MJ
not Jackson, Michael I’m not down with that “friend-play.”
I get a massive-stiff from bashin cats with adjectives
wanna hear my story, faggots don’t know the half-of-it.
I done mastered-it, we three kings just came capable
and continue to fuck 'brothers' up like Kane and Able
I hope you enjoyed me back for a bit, but it’s obvious
I need a break, so ill be back when I finish “Insomnious”

So fuck this beef shit… fuckin shits over

Coleon
think you're dope, real, or sick, but not con the rap
ya'll placebos, fake bitches, and fuckin hypocondriacs
yeah we just char the tracks, incisions to ya fleet
mic check is Life or Death, puttin Wisdom on the beat
spittin with the heat, with the grudge you won't get far
and Coleon'll show, not only judges get disbars
ya clique just don't rip hard, atleast they totin gats
ya metal vs our pop guns, both leavin broken caps
from our flow's impact, bust at sensitive targets
and yeah we "back-a-gain" just like negative profits
replenished my concepts, finished my products
you shakin like Nam vets from dispicable topics
eclypsin the pop shit, writin my lines in blind sight
while ya'll got "limited" vision and still couldn't "finite"
hell yeah i write right, ya'll the results of some lost hype
got shine, now i'm red, and impede flows like a stop light
you can get shot like shows about too many kids
i'm a die hard like Caradine, and not over some petty shit
nightmare flow on Freddy shit, e-beef, seen a lot in these days
but atleast our beef was short as Tuneisen's anyways

Man, fuck a beef

[MC Anonymous]

Impressed Mr Anonymous... =O
Good fucking job all of you, this shit is classic CW power I have been missing.

[classthe_king]

Thanks Anon
Seriously guys, everyone knows we feed there stuff.

[gutawafang]

I'm so glad.

[Slim Zaddy]

sick collab , and dope topic and content ,,, you all did a very good job ,,,,,,,,,, 9/10 ...

[mcZu]

All three of you came correct (pause). Solid drop, enjoyed it.

[Le Tunisien]

lol @

nightmare flow on Freddy shit, e-beef, seen a lot in these days
but atleast our beef was short as Tuneisen's anyways

either way,good drop

[Arabian Shady]

exllent flow, exellent lyrics, exellent structure, exellent topic to drop on, this shit was unreal
Best thread on the fukin page

[Spyder]

wow thanks everybody
im glad that u all enjoyed it that much

Anon i dont think ive seen u say sumin like that man
Zaddy glad you loved it dude
thanks Scotty
and thanks arabian shady man, glad u really felt it

thanks everyone

[classthe_king]

Thanks for the feed everyone

[classthe_king]

Bump?

[Relapse.LP]

Class
Stuck in heat but I don’t fuck wit beef, I ain’t into beastiality
Only an intense diss will tense this and bring the beast outta me
End the rumors before they begin to bloom of any released fallacies
Im back to own it at the moment, fuck the soon deceased to challenge me
A rattled g, but honestly, no diss tracks were thrown in my direction
But shots were fired and props required for being prone to my perfection
Left blown without protection alone with the mic on a Holyfield
He’s fallin through the stage, in fumes of rage as his wounds slowly heal
From the torture that stuck your fortune n’ luck, ripped it to shreds
I’ll baffle your ways and rattle your phase as I decode the cryptic head
With the apocalyptic red, but then again this about ending the war
I’ll devour tracks and give the power back to the eagles tending to soar
You’ve picked up a new mic who might put the peace back in tracks
So your train can roll, remain in control and put elite back in rap
We back in fact and im mining hip hop right there close to coal
The energy released from that is about enough to blow your goal
I’ve sold my soul to receive the gift that might put me on tour
But mess wit beef and get less belief, look what it did to his encore
Who’s on more, cold lyrics will only hurt, that’s the way we play it
Are you hearin it, eyes, suns and pyramids…. they made me say it

Fuck this beef shit… fuckin shits over

Spyder
I’m a disease, a fiend, never someone to bargain-with
lookin for a new target-bitch so step up if you wanna part-of-it.
y'all on the starters-kit, I ‘throwdown’ with the hardest-hit
crack cartilage, with broken bones to fill your apartment-wit.
a beast out of its cage in a rage, psychotic juiced induce animal
let loose we do damage-bro, leavin no clues but tooth enamel.
the beef is over that’s why first and second spittin the raps
on a fuckin track with Class, leave bitches ripped like a six-pac,
your shits whack, by the end of this bitches be kissin my feet
so listen to me, I’ve been workin on disses diligently…
you aint ready when I rush-this, know as rambunctious
harder than arithmetic, bitches cant figure out my dam-functions.
like Jordan how I slam-dunk-this, an emcee to MJ
not Jackson, Michael I’m not down with that “friend-play.”
I get a massive-stiff from bashin cats with adjectives
wanna hear my story, faggots don’t know the half-of-it.
I done mastered-it, we three kings just came capable
and continue to fuck 'brothers' up like Kane and Able
I hope you enjoyed me back for a bit, but it’s obvious
I need a break, so ill be back when I finish “Insomnious”

So fuck this beef shit… fuckin shits over

Coleon
think you're dope, real, or sick, but not con the rap
ya'll placebos, fake bitches, and fuckin hypocondriacs
yeah we just char the tracks, incisions to ya fleet
mic check is Life or Death, puttin Wisdom on the beat
spittin with the heat, with the grudge you won't get far
and Coleon'll show, not only judges get disbars
ya clique just don't rip hard, atleast they totin gats
ya metal vs our pop guns, both leavin broken caps
from our flow's impact, bust at sensitive targets
and yeah we "back-a-gain" just like negative profits
replenished my concepts, finished my products
you shakin like Nam vets from dispicable topics
eclypsin the pop shit, writin my lines in blind sight
while ya'll got "limited" vision and still couldn't "finite"
hell yeah i write right, ya'll the results of some lost hype
got shine, now i'm red, and impede flows like a stop light
you can get shot like shows about too many kids
i'm a die hard like Caradine, and not over some petty shit
nightmare flow on Freddy shit, e-beef, seen a lot in these days
but atleast our beef was short as Tuneisen's anyways

Man, fuck a beef

And you say I bite Nas? Look at you, biting It Ain't Hard to Tell... full out. Fucking hypcrite dude.

Good verse Spyder,

[Spyder]

hahaha thanks man

[Relapse.LP]

hey Relapse it's word play


mic check is "Life Or Death"

Life or Death is a producer for Cryptic Wisdom sometimes

so my mic check is (Producer) Life Or Death, because it puts (Cryptic) Wisdom on a beat

smh

What a fucking lie. smh

You say I bite Nas? Prove it.

[Relapse.LP]

I'm flattered you call me Nas, but who the fuck has a Nas pic in his signature?

My creativity level is better than you, dude. 14-year old fucktards like you don't even battle me.

I asked to battle you before and you just let your homie MC Anon ride on me, and he failed.

And when did I say everyone bites Nas? This is the first time I said ANYONE bit Nas. You always say I bit Nas, but you never point out where, cunt.

I bet my comments make little kids like you angry... Even attacking me on your own signature. smh

How low, dude...