Single $0.75
Album $8
Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #239
Peak in subgenre #11
Author
birdtweezy
Rights
http:birdtweezy.my-place.com
Uploaded
October 08, 2007
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.4 MB • 128 kbps • 3:40
Lyrics
guess whos back b*** ? outta writers block and fully packed with
just another wack diss against some other mother f*** in actress!
i cant help it, im sick of b*** es, sick of rippin spits on snitches
snitchin on me sh** u aint no g shoulda listened aint my fault ur missin
im not fake at all, ya wanna play, no not gay with balls
not that sh** , but lets say a brawl, i wont run away or call
all of my homies, im not you bra, i'll only brawl with you only
keep sayin ya tough, only gives me a reason to call you a fony!!
i've writtin this drop lyrically sick and as hot
as other sh** b*** es can pop except this sh** s hittin the top
cuz with it im givin you shocks like bits of its bittin from pac
except i dont bite, like i see done by you dip sh** s alot!
no one can better me when i freestyle more cleverly
ima lyrical assisin smokin b*** es an i cant be stoped
im just so incredibly better then any emcee that you'll ever see!
im somethin you've never seen and somethin you'll never be
you could write and i freestyle but you still couldnt better me
the best freestyler ever , thats how you'll remember me
ya say eminems better? naw he just has a good memory
ya'll need quit with ur raps even ya f*** in bit sh** is wack
im gettin sick of the crap i just aughta switch to the gats
ya get the messege?DO I FUCKIN GOTTA HIT YOU WITH CAPS?!
I got emcees to kill, so here's a little bit'a lyrical skill
to dwell on, give you enough dope to make you feel... physically ill
I'm cynical... chill... quite a calm, respected like a person
three quarters water, so even in the desert... i'm a quarter persian
the embodiment of a born aversian to all those around me
I keep my fist closed and my rings on... no foe can "pound" me
ropes of gold abound me, even in my tomb I'll be "deep" forever
my remains'll be a symbol of triumph... like a wreath of feathers
and this is only takin' minutes to write, my pinnacle height
is beyond the point of oxygen and takes breakin' physics to write
the sh** I spit in the mic short circuits the wires
I can crush matter with so much gravity... that I revert it to fire
anybody that says I ain't perfect's a liar, eternal pariah
these unwhole blasphemous souls are unworthy to serve a messiah
apparently, you like balance, cause you match your whackness with my displays of lryic-aggression...
in the studio hearing-ya-session, stressin you better be fearin this lesson
On my songs I aint afraid to speak my mind
I can be discreit at times
sh** , the least bit kind
But in the real world heat im sly
Yo them ladies cant resist cuz I'm sweet n fine
Bringin a different style of hip hop to the table
Not rappin bout b*** es and money like you see on cable
Cuz I'm able to just lighten up
And put away this fightin stuff
But if I need to the power of my fists is quite enough
To knock muthaf*** as out like lightning struck
See cuz my vibe is chill
Got no desire to kill
i always pop pills
and im expected to go to jail
Shocked? god i aint neither
i dont take no sh** im on top cause I'm a leader
But wait! ive got 9 felonies do u kno wtf 4
its a Outbreak Alert! and u b*** es been warned
dont like to talk so its f*** u pay me
still Snatchin up the babes like im slim shady
