St. Nicholas... I felt no heat, you tried to give me the cold shoulder
You replied back, to feed your self esteem, Florida boy, summers over
You're punching armless, decompress your lungs towards your larynx
As I par wits, and bring beef to the threshold, manifesting pure carnage
I feel sorry for you, and I definitely know your mom is, bars in barrages
Scathe the exterior in which you lay dazed and phased from guitar hits
I'll be amazed, if by the next day you plan to prey against me again
So we'll watch you try & fend, off what we should call your pretend
Rap style... it's unorthodox and wild, how long did it take you to pen?
You see... I do this off the top of the dome, verbally it would be the same
So by vocally spewing what I say to your face would hurt your brain
Upsetting you so viciously, your egotism begins to decline in disdain
So ock, you know it would be wise for you to back out now
Before I get my Rock on, and have to "Layth the Smack Down"
On this clown, you should've stopped when you could've kept your pride
Do you really think anyone is interested in reading any of your lies?
Seriously, do you even know how to correctly address your lines?
Trying to create a format in which 2 sentences progress your rhymes?
P.S. If you want to impress me with your corny words of wisdom
After reading this, you'd know your textual rap career is done...
I don't know what this is bout, but homeboy we can get it on
One glock, one shot , and now your ass is really gone
got the cops on speed dial, keep one hand up on your phone
you never know I might ride by and just shoot up your f****** home
you trying to clown on me E, you better back the f*** up
I run this s***, I never quit, and damn sure ain't giving up
so what it do, how you livin, sissy ass, catching feelings
scared to bump, cause my trunk, well known for weapon conceiling
think that your gonna have your way, you better find somebody else
f*** around , stuck in the ground, and I don't need nobody's help
I tote iron on my waist and never back down b****, and now you know so
you can miss me with all that smackdown s***
tell me how, I'm punching armless, and yet your ass is still more harmless
have me like wow, Mr. smith can "off the dome" freestyle some garbage,
come on now, my career is done, why are you talking all of that nonsense
lets talk profits, you mentioning me will only increase the number of your blog hits
P.S. I like to start little battles like this, all I got to do is spit the truth and watch people get pissed, off the rip,its been fun, hope you come back with a better diss
but before you go, let me address something that I take serious b****...............
Hey man I MEAN THIS S*** and you can ask my brother, if I won't put you in the ground for talking s*** about my mother, I told you once, twice your gone, you went to far, now its on, think that I'm kidding, b**** I'm grown, that s*** wasn't right, next time you'll be dead wrong
Permalink Reply by Matt on December 8, 2008 at 6:26pm
good lookn out Kaiser, u kno i got ur back too. everyone been sick of hoe mercy. he a fukn hater and he must be a s*** cuz people keep pulling his skirt up. hahaha, ill holla at u pimpn
Spit flames till its burns, and ya heart is gone/
track down and destroy all traces of gaviscone/
find things funny after the laughters gone/
easy solutions, so I take the drastic one/
back and forwards through people with my elastic gun/
F*** four im the only fantastic one/
deadly combination, like super glue and masterbation/
confusin lyrics, even Einstein cant solve the equation/
Run my army without salvation, here to snap up your nation/
Around a room pacing with my heartbeat racing/
contemplating all the time that ive sat around and wasted/
spit venom, basically the only thing ive tasted/
stood up against the world, all the pressure and I faced it/
my mind fell into a violent state/
trigger react first, no time for an angered debate/
strapped to the murder with duct tape/
its just to much, cant get away/
not the same, if blood dont spill that day/
meet me the same man, same face just a new phase/
swollen palms, broken arms, god cant solve the case/
moving along at a new found strong pace/
dont display my technique and skill? such a waste/
venom, hurts my mouth disolves my tongues taste/
reactive saliva, dead to myself but a strong survivor/
blurry vision, hired a brand new drunken driver/
my job dark like that of a deep sea diver/
I tell the truth, so its true when I say you a liar/
CHILLEN CHILLEN CHILLEN IN DA LAB//
SPITTIN PUNCH LINES DATS HARDER DEN FABS//
GOT DAT TALENT OTHER NIGGAZ WISH DEY HAD//
DEM HATERS LOOK UP 2 ME SO DEY CALL ME DAD//
DOIN WUT I DO SPITTIN WITA SWAGG//
DONE WIT DA COMPO SO PUT EM IN A BAGG//
THEY SAID DEY WERE BETTER I looked at dem and LAUGHED//
LOOKED AT DEM LIKE PLZ UR WACK//
I TRIED 2 TELL EM I'M ILL ON DA TRACK//
S*** I SPIT GOT U WANTIN MORE LIKE CRACK//
N**** I GO IN SO RELENTLESS//
SHOOT U IN DA 4HEAD LEAVE U SENSLESS//
DIDN'T I TELL U I'M SO DEMENTED//
I'M SAITIN'S SON MY SOUL'S TWISTED//
DA SHELLZ FROM MY CLIP WILL GET YA SOUL LIFTED//
KILL ALL UR KIDZ CUZ I'M SADISTIC//
ONE OF A KIND NOT NO STATISTIC//
ONLY N**** dat you know WIT A FLOW DATS DIS SICK//
most dudes on here,man, really can kick it
the other half these b****** need to muthafuckin quit it
talkin all that tough s***, but really ain't wit it
and if we ever cross paths, you can muthafuckin get it
better use your head, boy, stop and think for a minute
been in this thang along time and never seen you in it
and everything I ever said, best believe I meant it
so before you even start, please just hurry up and finish
the only way I would ever believe anything that you was saying
if the originator of playa haters was the title you was claiming
watch what you do, in these streets, never know who I'm paying
think its a game, but on the real, you the only one playing
my minds on money, cash on my mind and on the grinds where I'm staying
you touch whats mine, man I ain't lying, I grab my nine and start spraying
thought it was fine so now they find chalk outlines the spot you was laying
now don't that seem odd, you talking to god, but its a little too late for praying
Tru story..
I do wut I does && does it pretty well or so I heard..
All ma flowz adore me. I kant stand all dese lame ass byrdsz. I'm single so basically yea I krush a lot..Neva givin a fuQk whose heart I krush a lot..I'm livinthagudlyfe..FuQk yur life..betta yet fuQk wut yew heard s*** I'm grown I dont need ne permission I'm on a money makin mission. Damn why dont yew foolz juz listen!!..Ima 80sz baby I kno yew heard..Disz laydee takes no bull..shesz so fuQkin kool..Man who am I kiddin' shesz tha bomb lik tick..tock. Ma swag iz official makin money iz neva a issue. Here grab a tissue, dry yur eyez, aww plz dont kry..Yew kan try but yew kan neva b lik me. Yew kant even try 2 mimic me..tha s*** iz impossible..tha s*** iz ugly..tha s*** got yew buggin. See Man. Ima 80sz baby. Made in tha 80sz...Baby. I'm so klean I'm fresher den tha Johnson && Johnson baby. I got a brazy fetish 4 tha green. Nigghaz say damn yur swagg iz so mean..Plz dont let ma swag insult you..let it consult you. I got mad luv for ma nigghaz, I dont fukz wit bitchez. I dont fuqk wit tha kitty kat I fuqks wit tha long, thick && fat. I luv tha life I live so fast && so furiouz got all tha lamez on sum curiouz george s***. Nigghaz kall me baby lik I'm related 2 Weezy F. && I scream I'm luvin it lik Im in a Mickey D'sz commercial..Ma lyfe iz far from a rehearsal..Derez no kamera..lightsz && action..but deres so much passion. Tha name is Tracy...Baby..Bigupsz 2 all tha 80sz Babiesz
These dudes think im lame
Will im shining these dudes fight for the fame
U dont want to see the violence that they claim
Kids watching with a wordless face u see the pain
Next morning blood all over
Blood stops untill u see the rover
After that incident dudes get home sober
hey come on now, nobody thinks that your lame
you make that a known fact everytime you write something mane
you need to read out loud your rhymes before you post them my friend
so everyone's not like oh my god here goes tunez again
do the first 4 bars of your s*** even go with the last 3
or are you trying to show us how a remix is supposed to be
Interscope scare...This is his last album under interscope and all indication that he will leave them.....They are trying to delay the inevitable...Just my opinion.
well we all know if the stats went in the other direction you'd be using them now you fat faggo*t, with your doritio stained t-shirt trying to be slick form the safety of your mothers basement.
sigh.....
Timbo's beats been hella wack lately(as of the past 5yrs) ... Never heard of this guy "Hayes" and he was signed to Aftermath, i guess Dr Gay used him for a ghostwriting like he did Ab Liva, Gage, Raekwon, Rakim, Bishop Lamont, Stat…
Even breaking a mill it will still have less than half the views of most the other videos which is my point. Is Kidd Kidd to blame for there being so much less interest? You got your stan card pulled and threw a fit talking about Ross without even…