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| 24 Jan 2015 05:37 PM |
Intro : On the behalf of Cheetahboy , a fellow member. This is your end , this will be the last thing you see , you (F)'d with one. Now you (F) with 3!
[Verse 1 - Kid £uro] Man , your just another white person wishing they grew up in the hood, Merrick , San Roblo , is past your dreams. Yet you still wish you would, Man , you mess with one , you mess with all , your body on my knife, (B), I'd take your life, requesting to battle my crew , who the (F) is you? I'm not holding back anything I'm going all in, Your another Hood ray with their career falling, I produced 3 songs today, Quoting one of my songs , that's pretty brave I say, Step into reality , this isn't no Nintendo game, this isn't Naruto , This is something I'd like to call your fate , you just overrated , Your funeral got put in a date , of course it wouldn't get delayed, I'm a natural Goliath compared to you , its pretty obvious you act two, Me crew is just ready to destroy you , 30 bars while you spitting up nine, Just another two year old that doesn't know the meaning of the word rhyme, Your just like Dr.Seuss , with your multiple attempts , Cat in the hat, To be honest , that's how you rap, Aren't you ashamed that your still sitting on your mothers lap and yet you still fap, Little boy I'd put you on track , first things first I never lack, Are you sure you don't need some explaining with that? I'm rising I could tell , and your falling , Oh well! Trying to start beef when you got none in you, I'd make you into Beef stew and post that (S) on the menu, Its funny how I'm beating you without an attempt to, Bodied Yung Prince and that situation would be the same for you, I'll give you nightmares leaving you crying for a day or two, Calling M4 a hoe was a brave move , I'm here to tell you. He ain't nothing new, (B), you hood rat , I'd body , Slaughter and murk you, Superior to you in every move, like is like a chess game, I would never (F)'ng lose now I suggest you make your move, I'm releasing the beast inside that's cut loose, And when my crew is done with this , don't bother messaging me with the word truce, I'm a red flag , now raise your white one , by this point its obvious that I've won, I'm ending this , (S). Now honesty it was really fun, Now come to me when you actually own a gun (Kid Hu$tle!)
[Verse 2 - Stylin R$ Everybody look at this pr1ck shinobi he walked in to the hood thought Everybody was his homie well you ain't got b@llz to fight you fony so which way you gonna go now you on your own we sweepin you like a broom we dissin you to assume so you ain't got room to come back we'll (F) you hood rat add a lil fat makes you look like (B) bout that We bouta snap spittin these rhymes in your face as a lil slap with a Your fake cap with your fake shoes you outnumbered so guess you lose You got a whole another life to choose cuz your face bouta get bruised But don't get confused this ones for you cuz you new to the whole rap Game I don't know how you got signed when your raps lame you don't got money or fame we glad you still look the same you thought you had real idol but we all know your thoughts are suic1dal well we're not done yet You get wrecked and your Fallin what the hold up your still stallin then Sooner or later you'll be crawling on your knees beggin for a pleased apology well son this ain't astrology we ruinin your economy go back School to learn astronomy or go back to your mommy which we think is your favorite hobby blowin up your whole game lobby so don't cry these words bout fly through your mind and draw you blind and get you fined cuz we are right soon we goin fight knock you out in the sight and fix you bright and gladly somebody told me your name was stupid Bradley haha we show pride in or work you got no girls that can twerk or smirk come on start to speak or are we holdin you down tweak cuz now you know our words are starting to seek and the bl0od is starting leek and we on fleek and your not your fav time waste it p0t on a normal lot or day we got (S) to say but when we don't do it we do it anyway so hurray time for us to get paid and you to be slayed bold you up like clay or stay or leave we'll make you pull out another weave
[Verse 3 - KiD ViGi]
gonna burn and fry this kid on the greasy stove, the venom and travels up beneath your dome. poison's cycle, your genes explode, These freaky flows, cold as ice, you can't feel your toes. Jesus, I'll bomb a thesis, skills are telekinetic, Your crew can defeat Kid Hu$tle? You better forget it. I don't want to hear your complain, so quiet down, A ride around an excited crowd in a fighting round. Wack rappers who battle us end up shredded, Chopped up and beheaded, in the ground they're embedded. This wack [S]? That's where most of the game is headed, But hip hop ain't dead, it'll never die unless you let it. You gotta crunch rhymes, serve us like lunchlines, With punchlines, and flow? I deliver like the Sun Times. And if you combine these aspects maybe rap music, Survives, and the hip hop game will see the sunshine. And K.H bout to reign, murder beats, we psychopathic, Every rhyme's a whole story, a thriller, Michael Jackson, Slice you wack backpacker rappers, knives and hatchets, Dead on arrival rappers, I spit battery acid, The rugged rhythm riding raggedy, the reason I'm writing this is drastic. Lemme instruct and teach a lesson, flow is skin tight, Inflection gives infliction on wack rappers, my windpipe, I shine diamond bright, china white through the dim light, My windpipe will crush emcees, you listen and you're in flight, I reminisce on childhood memories, Schwinn bikes, New, crisp Adidas, Black Star poets' insight, To enlight the whole entire cafe and send light. I would clutch the blue ball point pen and write emotions, But you stand here and cause un-needed commotion. As Euro would grasp the blue ball, spit words of wisdom, And Wonderflow jotted notes down on the loose leaf, journalism. So I'm gonna just end this right now because I'm a rap idol, So just shut the [F] up and give me this title.
[Verse 4 -Wonderflow] "You said a good artist knows to quit and you're right" You still didn't and you're on my blacklist, you're too late, You lack skill, you lack real, you ain't black, ain't i right, mate? With your basic rhymes, boring lines, claiming that you're from 404, I bet you'll like that marble floor when your head is stuck in it, I like to spit gore, and you can't even spit sh[]t, You are crap now, and when you're dead, you'll suck at it, All the stuff you put out, i f[]ck at it, You call yourself Shinobi, but b[]tch this ain't Naruto, I'll go through you head, like if you were Obie, Trying to make fun of people for the group their in? Take a look at yourself, you're in bricksquad, Full of people who are sick broads Coming at Cheetah with that diss, i mean ballade, Why are you so mad?Is that your mommy that you miss, lad'? You think you can beat us, you're being misled, Cause anyone can beat your ugly ass b[]tch head, Look, you're here, but your skill's missing, I think about your ugly face when im pissin', In speed of blink, i'll have your whole crew wishing, That you didn't mess with us, but its too late, you wen't down the kitchen sink, Good thing that my name by your mouth was never mentioned, Cause if it was, you'd never get the attention, I'd pull a lever, and end your career before it was seen, And when people ask me about you, i'd just grin, F[]ck your songs, they're like a slap in a ear, And you better not mess with me, cause i "p[]netrate the pop culture", now that i got you lyricly cultured, My lyrics f[]ck you up so bad, that they screw up your rear, And this is end of your career, ain't that right, dear?
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