El Nino Eduardo
Beat: Hip Hop beat 2
Composer: El Niño, DJ Sonic
Don't think for a second that you gonna gain publicity
Because talk is cheap, and receiving death it's free
Iceypimp? Man, he's just Mr. Softee, he can't deal with heat
Thinking he can pack pistols, but why do I see a retreat
So how does it feel to be discourage, bleeding, and 2x nervous
Dealing with a former recruit, I don't need your armed service
When the team don't even know when to take the Safety off
I can't roam with freshmens, I'm now Twenty,
No number with Teen, but you're still soft
You might had came tough, but put a little more muscle
Ain't no poodle in the coupe gon' do anything, remove that muzzle
I can run my mouth, because I run these tracks
I could run your hood, because I ram your packs
Ask your family, I ran through the entire Tree with my pants slack
Gaining the only guaps, noway now you can Top pass that
I've read better lines better than any veteran
Chain letter in, send this PM'ed or it's for failure bin
There must've been a typo, Uppercases are for newblets
I'm not putting much effort into this because I knew best
Never to put hurt in an adolescent's heart because I can stoop less
To swell a *****'s lip more bigger than he can actually do after liquor
You tussle, but I can catch a mark at a point to end any quarrel quicker
I wasn't raised with my father to box, but I picked up gloves in the street
Slap-box the s**t out your face like this is your sport for basketball
I'm a well-balanced competitor, you better filled with hope or your a** will fall
Better yet, I laugh at y'all, past tense at you all
Shipping your bodies across shipments in a ******** Uhaul
You're s**t but a janitor, you're suppose work through empty halls
I work for the dirty work, so everyday I'm cleaning my filthy paws
Everything is a game for you, but nothing else pause
I like seeing how a black man loves his chicken
Till I have a Mexican decendant come and run you for your food
Literally eat your food in a scuffle
Wouldn't hesitate to snuff you again with swollen bruised knuckles
A strict Rican for ya, representing product of Goya
I don't care how I'm calling myself out for ya
I'm not afraid of niggas from Atlanta, Georgia
I'll send you into the infamous Atlantic
Fantastic hispanic negro from Puerto Rico
I'm also half spaniard and that's all you need to know
I'll rep your flag and desecrate it intentionally
Because you ain't hard rocking it from a house window
Definitely taking synonym lines like leprechaun with luck
Young buck, you chamaco(kid), you just a copy cat
Only trying to fit in the empty spaces that you cannot stack
I blew out the Southside, that's why I rep the North East
Why else would I show my face, I'm above you at least
Straight eminence built with outstanding excellence
Attributes that will obilterate your lyrics to a whole new sense
It's like I lost my whole sense of touch & smell
Because I ain't feeling any of your s**t
You better get back to the drawing board, Johnny boy
Either Georgia don't like your noise, or it plainly don't play your noise
And it's the cold season, I'm never laid off I stay employed
Just to stay hot, I don't need to go into hibernation, you have had to
The grounds are too slippery, but I never lose a step
That the rhymes are so sick they've cought a common cold except
When I spit the mic chokes, and with that they need to accept
That the lines come out straight common sense
But yours are incongruent they always intercept
I'm like a new drug that hasn't been manifested
You lucky I'm your ******** Heimlich when you come to chokin'
Doing a maneuver that screws up your intellectual motion
I think swift like a rabbit
Bust shells like a turtle bandit
When you think of me you're thinking of a new phobia
Hit you more faster like a scientist came up with a new formula
I ain't a gangsta, but I cannot let a man put fear in my heart
How can someone be tough talking off in a song from the start?
Guess no one knew they were pussies all along from that part
Not even a Ghostwriter can help you be the hardest
You couldn't sniff 'tween the lines to feel how marvelous
The affects are, that's why you under everyone in how the chart is
You small fry, I'll digest you
With linguistic terminology to shut your vocals to suggest you
War is an option on the ground you just crossed upon, may God bless you
For I have blades of words to do procedures on your chest
Pistols are for the weak, that's why I might cause you cardiopulmonary arrest
Such childish metaphors that you speak to me to address
So be like a dog and lick the 's**t off the a**' to ingest
Or you trying to play with two balls with interest
Sucking on something of mine that's more than 6 inches
You bark and I'll give you two whips from the buckle
Give you something to have juggled
Maybe two hacksaws and a muzzle
Whether this s**t's a game, you're bluffing your name
Got hoes shooting shells in the spot of your brain
That could be hex on your life expansion
And it wouldn't even take five fingers to your face, dawg
I got a sawed-off shotgun that could dust your shoulder's off
Like bad stories, this ends out to a story horror flick
I scared kids like you back when there was "Goosebumps" novels, this is a Stephen King pick
You better hold your piss bag or you might s**t in it
I see you found your death, look at what ya ********' got into
The THC ups your high to get ya split in two
Have you curled up in a ball like ******** sissies do
Once again it's The Boy, I attack s**t strategically
Moment of truth, and that always seems to have been the key
Through trapped doors, I always unlock s**t down repeatedly
Let them diss me first, and tactically respond back immediately
In the compartmentalization of essential war - don't start no war
I've done scared them off, there are no more
Like I've left your spirits eternally broken inside
Because the desire of 50 million people wished you die
To concoct crutial damage onto your tissue characteristic
Unnotice my flow can hit walls to bring brawls so supercalifragilistic
And there's no brick wall you can run behind to obtain resistant
Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
This little pig, so fat, and so plumped and juicy
But there's something fishy going on around here, no wonder I smell p***y.
OWNED!!! rofl
Composer: El Niño, DJ Sonic
Don't think for a second that you gonna gain publicity
Because talk is cheap, and receiving death it's free
Iceypimp? Man, he's just Mr. Softee, he can't deal with heat
Thinking he can pack pistols, but why do I see a retreat
So how does it feel to be discourage, bleeding, and 2x nervous
Dealing with a former recruit, I don't need your armed service
When the team don't even know when to take the Safety off
I can't roam with freshmens, I'm now Twenty,
No number with Teen, but you're still soft
You might had came tough, but put a little more muscle
Ain't no poodle in the coupe gon' do anything, remove that muzzle
I can run my mouth, because I run these tracks
I could run your hood, because I ram your packs
Ask your family, I ran through the entire Tree with my pants slack
Gaining the only guaps, noway now you can Top pass that
I've read better lines better than any veteran
Chain letter in, send this PM'ed or it's for failure bin
There must've been a typo, Uppercases are for newblets
I'm not putting much effort into this because I knew best
Never to put hurt in an adolescent's heart because I can stoop less
To swell a *****'s lip more bigger than he can actually do after liquor
You tussle, but I can catch a mark at a point to end any quarrel quicker
I wasn't raised with my father to box, but I picked up gloves in the street
Slap-box the s**t out your face like this is your sport for basketball
I'm a well-balanced competitor, you better filled with hope or your a** will fall
Better yet, I laugh at y'all, past tense at you all
Shipping your bodies across shipments in a ******** Uhaul
You're s**t but a janitor, you're suppose work through empty halls
I work for the dirty work, so everyday I'm cleaning my filthy paws
Everything is a game for you, but nothing else pause
I like seeing how a black man loves his chicken
Till I have a Mexican decendant come and run you for your food
Literally eat your food in a scuffle
Wouldn't hesitate to snuff you again with swollen bruised knuckles
A strict Rican for ya, representing product of Goya
I don't care how I'm calling myself out for ya
I'm not afraid of niggas from Atlanta, Georgia
I'll send you into the infamous Atlantic
Fantastic hispanic negro from Puerto Rico
I'm also half spaniard and that's all you need to know
I'll rep your flag and desecrate it intentionally
Because you ain't hard rocking it from a house window
Definitely taking synonym lines like leprechaun with luck
Young buck, you chamaco(kid), you just a copy cat
Only trying to fit in the empty spaces that you cannot stack
I blew out the Southside, that's why I rep the North East
Why else would I show my face, I'm above you at least
Straight eminence built with outstanding excellence
Attributes that will obilterate your lyrics to a whole new sense
It's like I lost my whole sense of touch & smell
Because I ain't feeling any of your s**t
You better get back to the drawing board, Johnny boy
Either Georgia don't like your noise, or it plainly don't play your noise
And it's the cold season, I'm never laid off I stay employed
Just to stay hot, I don't need to go into hibernation, you have had to
The grounds are too slippery, but I never lose a step
That the rhymes are so sick they've cought a common cold except
When I spit the mic chokes, and with that they need to accept
That the lines come out straight common sense
But yours are incongruent they always intercept
I'm like a new drug that hasn't been manifested
You lucky I'm your ******** Heimlich when you come to chokin'
Doing a maneuver that screws up your intellectual motion
I think swift like a rabbit
Bust shells like a turtle bandit
When you think of me you're thinking of a new phobia
Hit you more faster like a scientist came up with a new formula
I ain't a gangsta, but I cannot let a man put fear in my heart
How can someone be tough talking off in a song from the start?
Guess no one knew they were pussies all along from that part
Not even a Ghostwriter can help you be the hardest
You couldn't sniff 'tween the lines to feel how marvelous
The affects are, that's why you under everyone in how the chart is
You small fry, I'll digest you
With linguistic terminology to shut your vocals to suggest you
War is an option on the ground you just crossed upon, may God bless you
For I have blades of words to do procedures on your chest
Pistols are for the weak, that's why I might cause you cardiopulmonary arrest
Such childish metaphors that you speak to me to address
So be like a dog and lick the 's**t off the a**' to ingest
Or you trying to play with two balls with interest
Sucking on something of mine that's more than 6 inches
You bark and I'll give you two whips from the buckle
Give you something to have juggled
Maybe two hacksaws and a muzzle
Whether this s**t's a game, you're bluffing your name
Got hoes shooting shells in the spot of your brain
That could be hex on your life expansion
And it wouldn't even take five fingers to your face, dawg
I got a sawed-off shotgun that could dust your shoulder's off
Like bad stories, this ends out to a story horror flick
I scared kids like you back when there was "Goosebumps" novels, this is a Stephen King pick
You better hold your piss bag or you might s**t in it
I see you found your death, look at what ya ********' got into
The THC ups your high to get ya split in two
Have you curled up in a ball like ******** sissies do
Once again it's The Boy, I attack s**t strategically
Moment of truth, and that always seems to have been the key
Through trapped doors, I always unlock s**t down repeatedly
Let them diss me first, and tactically respond back immediately
In the compartmentalization of essential war - don't start no war
I've done scared them off, there are no more
Like I've left your spirits eternally broken inside
Because the desire of 50 million people wished you die
To concoct crutial damage onto your tissue characteristic
Unnotice my flow can hit walls to bring brawls so supercalifragilistic
And there's no brick wall you can run behind to obtain resistant
Now who's afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
This little pig, so fat, and so plumped and juicy
But there's something fishy going on around here, no wonder I smell p***y.
OWNED!!! rofl
U had some weird lines in tha beginning. And a lot of hits and misses. Better than the first hands down. WAY TOO DAMN LONG! Finally I see tha lines coming out, here are the highlights and some things I pointed out
So how does it feel to be discourage, bleeding, and 2x nervous//
Dealing with a former recruit, I don't need your armed service//
(Nice.....)
I've read better lines better than any veteran//
Chain letter in, send this PM'ed or it's for failure bin//
(Not that hot, but I like the way U said it.)
Because you ain't hard rocking it from a house window//
Definitely taking synonym lines like leprechaun with luck//
(Hint:U used synonym wrong, it means two words with similar meanings.)
It's like I lost my whole sense of touch & smell //
Because I ain't feeling any of your s**t//
(I understood it, but it could have been said better.)
I think swift like a rabbit
Bust shells like a turtle bandit
(This made sense, I kinda like it.)
Or you trying to play with two balls with interest//
Sucking on something of mine that's more than 6 inches//
(Damn......)
Owned? Not necessarily.......
