by SoniK » Feb 26th, '06, 01:31
ok ok
its over before i started
cuz ur rhymes sound retarded
i hope u werent being real there
otherwise im callin "get this mc a wheel chair"
lyrical legs lost feeling, i cut nerves with precision
u kill wives, u a perve, thats ur decision
myn is to eradicate weak mcs, i spit that sharp
i spit international, ur range aint that far
i got that provoke u and run shit, knife poke u and gun shit
that hope u dont bun shit, or i take what u have shit
mix it up with a beat, and u got a hot mc
that's final, u jus rap what u see on tv
and thats cool with me! but lissen, u chose weak
the way u spittin, watching too much OC
cuz they weak, and u are too...i'm intolerant to ur skills
u deliver me no thrills
i feel no rush from this pill
u fail to move me, damn u wudnt choose me
i chose u, but never new so ez for u to lose G
but thats the way, the universe tends to unfold
you type keys, and its a mic i hold
i multi task, still thinkin while pressin the keys
get my boat, and mc on my stick, fresh from the sea
sumthin like that movie, at sea with George Clooney
i caught a lil fish, and he must be looney
cuz he think he can spit
hes not physically fit
hes not mentally with it
hes not next to me, lets hit it
lemme finish my rhyme, cuz my brain need sleep
so much skill in me, my game needs sleep
let this be a warnin, i aint finish, i'm back again,
like that dialated tunes, im sur u dont want me to rap again
if its against u, like suicide for urself
government health sticker on me, im bad for ur health
R.i.p big proof
what now??