|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 1:42 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 2:06 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 9:01 pm
 |
|
|
 |
CustomBuild You can't spit fresh, I'll kill you on Gaia with purpose even with peppermint and Relevant's saliva to work with get friends pretendin they like ya verse in this one sided battle Y'all prolly got Falcon Feathers and matching d**k size saddles better than Georgia Tech, sharp shootin got you stoppin in place Google some dope ish, mix it on Word, watch you copy n paste I work all day and eat burgers that are so amazing at lunchtime I could put koolaid on ya table, and you still couldn't hit a punchline See me breach these weak geek's attempts to defeat me and win this Witness the sickest spittin with writtens verses kids which is witless and thats a zero not an O in ya name so somebody has the s**t should've switched the adjective to somethin realistic like av-er-age Just got off work, tired, now I'm battlin this kid for no reason So I'll be like the rest of the guild when ya verse drops...dozed sleepin Alright man do ya thing, I'm goin ta bed. haha
legs made of stilts wit nerves the feel of quilts
his brains made of filth. okay, we see he's custom built
im not acustomed to guilt so when i slaughter i sleep nicely
i dont think i can see his flow. prolly cause he's so behind me
i load souls by the groves into custom built coffins
this ***** talkin often get ya beef scarfed. caution;
amazings not the laid back type like stay in's at days inn
more the type to that frights at night and why you spend your days in
can't walk in my shoes; im trail blazin, so watch ya fleet placement
be in the line of fire and chalk linings line you on the pavement
blazin 6 shots to leave this cat wit 3 lives, you dead meat
have U layin on ya side like you C-side(seaside) in the red sea
get spilled like slitz malt liquor. comit a stickup like a snob
and if you wasnt built to kill then, custom, dont quit ya job |
|
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Feb 10, 2010 11:39 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 8:09 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 10:21 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 10:36 pm
|
|
|
|
S0_Amazing CustomBuild You can't spit fresh, I'll kill you on Gaia with purpose even with peppermint and Relevant's saliva to work with get friends pretendin they like ya verse in this one sided battle Y'all prolly got Falcon Feathers and matching d**k size saddles better than Georgia Tech, sharp shootin got you stoppin in place Google some dope ish, mix it on Word, watch you copy n paste I work all day and eat burgers that are so amazing at lunchtime I could put koolaid on ya table, and you still couldn't hit a punchline See me breach these weak geek's attempts to defeat me and win this Witness the sickest spittin with writtens verses kids which is witless and thats a zero not an O in ya name so somebody has the s**t should've switched the adjective to somethin realistic like av-er-age Just got off work, tired, now I'm battlin this kid for no reason So I'll be like the rest of the guild when ya verse drops...dozed sleepin Alright man do ya thing, I'm goin ta bed. haha legs made of stilts wit nerves the feel of quilts his brains made of filth. okay, we see he's custom built im not acustomed to guilt so when i slaughter i sleep nicely i dont think i can see his flow. prolly cause he's so behind me i load souls by the groves into custom built coffins this n***a talkin often get ya beef scarfed. caution; amazings not the laid back type like stay in's at days inn more the type to that frights at night and why you spend your days in can't walk in my shoes; im trail blazin, so watch ya fleet placement be in the line of fire and chalk linings line you on the pavement blazin 6 shots to leave this cat wit 3 lives, you dead meat have U layin on ya side like you C-side(seaside) in the red sea get spilled like slitz malt liquor. comit a stickup like a snob and if you wasnt built to kill then, custom, dont quit ya job
Ayo, call me Alcatraz, I guarantee my bars'll work
Start ma verse, you and ya posse'll get together an start ta jerk (I know)
Make statements about guns, but really ain't none fact
when his boys "come hard" the only time this ***** "bust back"
No doubt, I could be so amazing if I sold out
Gave up my style and had nothin to flow bout
Oh Ouch!!
you impotent with a mini d**k, no spits with wit in it
ya verse is like a woman, need to think of somethin ta fill it with
So a maze can't compare to a custom built labyrinth
get trapped within, you a woman attemptin to be masculine
Youre no mac with a gift of gab you don't have the kraft to win
unless you had a thesaurus and an immaculate knack for battlin
which you don't, you a mouse you can't compete in the rat race
I'll rund circles with ya mind, while you still hittin backspace |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 1:37 pm
|
|
|
|
CustomBuild S0_Amazing CustomBuild You can't spit fresh, I'll kill you on Gaia with purpose even with peppermint and Relevant's saliva to work with get friends pretendin they like ya verse in this one sided battle Y'all prolly got Falcon Feathers and matching d**k size saddles better than Georgia Tech, sharp shootin got you stoppin in place Google some dope ish, mix it on Word, watch you copy n paste I work all day and eat burgers that are so amazing at lunchtime I could put koolaid on ya table, and you still couldn't hit a punchline See me breach these weak geek's attempts to defeat me and win this Witness the sickest spittin with writtens verses kids which is witless and thats a zero not an O in ya name so somebody has the s**t should've switched the adjective to somethin realistic like av-er-age Just got off work, tired, now I'm battlin this kid for no reason So I'll be like the rest of the guild when ya verse drops...dozed sleepin Alright man do ya thing, I'm goin ta bed. haha legs made of stilts wit nerves the feel of quilts his brains made of filth. okay, we see he's custom built im not acustomed to guilt so when i slaughter i sleep nicely i dont think i can see his flow. prolly cause he's so behind me i load souls by the groves into custom built coffins this n***a talkin often get ya beef scarfed. caution; amazings not the laid back type like stay in's at days inn more the type to that frights at night and why you spend your days in can't walk in my shoes; im trail blazin, so watch ya fleet placement be in the line of fire and chalk linings line you on the pavement blazin 6 shots to leave this cat wit 3 lives, you dead meat have U layin on ya side like you C-side(seaside) in the red sea get spilled like slitz malt liquor. comit a stickup like a snob and if you wasnt built to kill then, custom, dont quit ya job Ayo, call me Alcatraz, I guarantee my bars'll work Start ma verse, you and ya posse'll get together an start ta jerk (I know) Make statements about guns, but really ain't none fact when his boys "come hard" the only time this ***** "bust back" No doubt, I could be so amazing if I sold out Gave up my style and had nothin to flow bout Oh Ouch!! you impotent with a mini d**k, no spits with wit in it ya verse is like a woman, need to think of somethin ta fill it with So a maze can't compare to a custom built labyrinth get trapped within, you a woman attemptin to be masculine Youre no mac with a gift of gab you don't have the kraft to win unless you had a thesaurus and an immaculate knack for battlin which you don't, you a mouse you can't compete in the rat race I'll rund circles with ya mind, while you still hittin backspace
i ain't callin you s**t but you aughtta call it quits
you catchin glass bottle slits from my bars; alcoholic fits
all of this legit. you takin shots b***h; bottoms up
rein like caesar, bars for days, look ***** get ya columns up
you dont wanna battle. thinkin for you is such a hassle
my flows overflow your moat and custom built sand castle
head to land a*****e. you know that you aint water proof
leading lambs to the promise land for actin slaughter proof
what you aughtta do is talk to whoever designed you
tell em you lack the heart and other parts and, oh! you need a mind to
boil bitches alive; throw grettle in a kettle, no hansil
just another mess inside a dress; a distressed damsel
cancel any ***** order who want it brought to they front door
you got a lanyard spinning manner. im the spaniard; crowd screams "encore!" |
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 2:42 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Feb 12, 2010 4:54 pm
|
|
|
|
S0_Amazing CustomBuild S0_Amazing CustomBuild You can't spit fresh, I'll kill you on Gaia with purpose even with peppermint and Relevant's saliva to work with get friends pretendin they like ya verse in this one sided battle Y'all prolly got Falcon Feathers and matching d**k size saddles better than Georgia Tech, sharp shootin got you stoppin in place Google some dope ish, mix it on Word, watch you copy n paste I work all day and eat burgers that are so amazing at lunchtime I could put koolaid on ya table, and you still couldn't hit a punchline See me breach these weak geek's attempts to defeat me and win this Witness the sickest spittin with writtens verses kids which is witless and thats a zero not an O in ya name so somebody has the s**t should've switched the adjective to somethin realistic like av-er-age Just got off work, tired, now I'm battlin this kid for no reason So I'll be like the rest of the guild when ya verse drops...dozed sleepin Alright man do ya thing, I'm goin ta bed. haha legs made of stilts wit nerves the feel of quilts his brains made of filth. okay, we see he's custom built im not acustomed to guilt so when i slaughter i sleep nicely i dont think i can see his flow. prolly cause he's so behind me i load souls by the groves into custom built coffins this n***a talkin often get ya beef scarfed. caution; amazings not the laid back type like stay in's at days inn more the type to that frights at night and why you spend your days in can't walk in my shoes; im trail blazin, so watch ya fleet placement be in the line of fire and chalk linings line you on the pavement blazin 6 shots to leave this cat wit 3 lives, you dead meat have U layin on ya side like you C-side(seaside) in the red sea get spilled like slitz malt liquor. comit a stickup like a snob and if you wasnt built to kill then, custom, dont quit ya job Ayo, call me Alcatraz, I guarantee my bars'll work Start ma verse, you and ya posse'll get together an start ta jerk (I know) Make statements about guns, but really ain't none fact when his boys "come hard" the only time this n***a "bust back" No doubt, I could be so amazing if I sold out Gave up my style and had nothin to flow bout Oh Ouch!! you impotent with a mini d**k, no spits with wit in it ya verse is like a woman, need to think of somethin ta fill it with So a maze can't compare to a custom built labyrinth get trapped within, you a woman attemptin to be masculine Youre no mac with a gift of gab you don't have the kraft to win unless you had a thesaurus and an immaculate knack for battlin which you don't, you a mouse you can't compete in the rat race I'll rund circles with ya mind, while you still hittin backspace i ain't callin you s**t but you aughtta call it quits you catchin glass bottle slits from my bars; alcoholic fits all of this legit. you takin shots b***h; bottoms up rein like caesar, bars for days, look n***a get ya columns up you dont wanna battle. thinkin for you is such a hassle my flows overflow your moat and custom built sand castle head to land a*****e. you know that you aint water proof leading lambs to the promise land for actin slaughter proof what you aughtta do is talk to whoever designed you tell em you lack the heart and other parts and, oh! you need a mind to boil bitches alive; throw grettle in a kettle, no hansil just another mess inside a dress; a distressed damsel cancel any n***a order who want it brought to they front door you got a lanyard spinning manner. im the spaniard; crowd screams "encore!"
You can't shoot me, but for your future I'll try stoppin ya
cause you won't hurt me, you'll just put holes in ya monitor
mental or physical, I will win and you can trust that
and wont come back swingin less he meanin from my nutsack
I heard y'all were Braves, but I guess it had no basis
I'll give you small pox and steal ya base without reservations
what you feelin is trepidation, man this new dude's somethin
you been triple h forever, I just ain't learned to pull punches
This isn't ATL man, the whole world knows you fake
THIS IS HIP HOP ITS NOT ABOUT ******** a pass I'll leave you crying on stage like John Mayer
you deep in the "game" bet you wish you were under the LAyers
You a sad b***h, third verse so I'll end it on a keynote
Only flow you got is what you spit after you deep throat |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 12:13 pm
|
|
|
|
CustomBuild S0_Amazing CustomBuild S0_Amazing CustomBuild You can't spit fresh, I'll kill you on Gaia with purpose even with peppermint and Relevant's saliva to work with get friends pretendin they like ya verse in this one sided battle Y'all prolly got Falcon Feathers and matching d**k size saddles better than Georgia Tech, sharp shootin got you stoppin in place Google some dope ish, mix it on Word, watch you copy n paste I work all day and eat burgers that are so amazing at lunchtime I could put koolaid on ya table, and you still couldn't hit a punchline See me breach these weak geek's attempts to defeat me and win this Witness the sickest spittin with writtens verses kids which is witless and thats a zero not an O in ya name so somebody has the s**t should've switched the adjective to somethin realistic like av-er-age Just got off work, tired, now I'm battlin this kid for no reason So I'll be like the rest of the guild when ya verse drops...dozed sleepin Alright man do ya thing, I'm goin ta bed. haha legs made of stilts wit nerves the feel of quilts his brains made of filth. okay, we see he's custom built im not acustomed to guilt so when i slaughter i sleep nicely i dont think i can see his flow. prolly cause he's so behind me i load souls by the groves into custom built coffins this n***a talkin often get ya beef scarfed. caution; amazings not the laid back type like stay in's at days inn more the type to that frights at night and why you spend your days in can't walk in my shoes; im trail blazin, so watch ya fleet placement be in the line of fire and chalk linings line you on the pavement blazin 6 shots to leave this cat wit 3 lives, you dead meat have U layin on ya side like you C-side(seaside) in the red sea get spilled like slitz malt liquor. comit a stickup like a snob and if you wasnt built to kill then, custom, dont quit ya job Ayo, call me Alcatraz, I guarantee my bars'll work Start ma verse, you and ya posse'll get together an start ta jerk (I know) Make statements about guns, but really ain't none fact when his boys "come hard" the only time this n***a "bust back" No doubt, I could be so amazing if I sold out Gave up my style and had nothin to flow bout Oh Ouch!! you impotent with a mini d**k, no spits with wit in it ya verse is like a woman, need to think of somethin ta fill it with So a maze can't compare to a custom built labyrinth get trapped within, you a woman attemptin to be masculine Youre no mac with a gift of gab you don't have the kraft to win unless you had a thesaurus and an immaculate knack for battlin which you don't, you a mouse you can't compete in the rat race I'll rund circles with ya mind, while you still hittin backspace i ain't callin you s**t but you aughtta call it quits you catchin glass bottle slits from my bars; alcoholic fits all of this legit. you takin shots b***h; bottoms up rein like caesar, bars for days, look n***a get ya columns up you dont wanna battle. thinkin for you is such a hassle my flows overflow your moat and custom built sand castle head to land a*****e. you know that you aint water proof leading lambs to the promise land for actin slaughter proof what you aughtta do is talk to whoever designed you tell em you lack the heart and other parts and, oh! you need a mind to boil bitches alive; throw grettle in a kettle, no hansil just another mess inside a dress; a distressed damsel cancel any n***a order who want it brought to they front door you got a lanyard spinning manner. im the spaniard; crowd screams "encore!" You can't shoot me, but for your future I'll try stoppin ya cause you won't hurt me, you'll just put holes in ya monitor mental or physical, I will win and you can trust that and wont come back swingin less he meanin from my nutsack I heard y'all were Braves, but I guess it had no basis I'll give you small pox and steal ya base without reservations what you feelin is trepidation, man this new dude's somethin you been triple h forever, I just ain't learned to pull punches This isn't ATL man, the whole world knows you fake THIS IS HIP HOP ITS NOT ABOUT ******** a pass I'll leave you crying on stage like John Mayer you deep in the "game" bet you wish you were under the LAyers You a sad b***h, third verse so I'll end it on a keynote Only flow you got is what you spit after you deep throat
I got more bars than the slammer wit slurs and slangs of country grammer
flew the coupe wit screws loose wit bars like Im crazy hammored
but view clearly your situation even at the point of intoxication
youre wasted plus yo flows is soundin rusty like oxidation
I'll opp on this patient. Take my time to take apart this Frankenstein
turn his secrets into weakness, so I peep; don't take it for kind
you bitchmade, I blame ya father for all ya faulty actions
come at you in a fashion that turns half asses into fractions
and that is just a decimal. More bars than correctional facilities
ya homies screaming "let him be! Don't you see? He don't got the will to breath!"
Im bar for bar above the law. A wolf wit iron lungs and steel claws
pause. How you not gon fall when you custom built wit ******** wit them pigs they got ya frame replaced wit twigs
oh so now you a BRICK HOUSE? well that means you're still a b***h.
And bitches get spaded. Leave him jaded off my char broil
Let my bars boil them boom; turn you and your goons into gargoyles |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Feb 14, 2010 1:58 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 6:52 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Feb 15, 2010 7:22 am
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
