Oh...Red Hold Me, They Used To Call Him Goldie,
Until He Pulled His Hoody Up, Said Sup' Homie,
Ya Know Me, I'm Riding In The Hood Smokin' Blunts Slammin 40's
Meeting Shorty's Talkin' When They Ignore Me,
Whatever Loks Is I Have To Say I Am Not...
Throw The Ice Water On Him....Kid Is Hot.......:) lmao

Sand in the end your the only one that stands
with your ill flow that beggs for mo'
we know your shit is grand

my flow is grand, but compared to you damn...
your like ryan, and i'm still just worthless sand...:)

^Ur Lyrics Are Nice I Can't Wait To U Post I Stand At Erect
Not Only Do I Wanna Be Like U I Wish I had Half Of Ur Respect

Wanna~B ALI Emceez catch buckled kness when i battle~or~Box/
my lyrics had~you~in~shock, i'll stab ya brain with a "Baby Toy" justa "Rattle~ya~thoughts"/

this is ,more like it...

I LOVE YOU ALL

y'all so shit, yo' making me spit
y'know yo' in trouble, but i'm tryin to be subtle

kooldude u may be wack, but have the abilty to make one chuckle/ Fuck paying £2000 for a gimp mask all u need is a belt buckle/when u and your male partners rejoice in one anothers pain/After taken a lengthy trip up each others back lane/ill be happy to smile greet u once uve finished and done/ ill be happy to shake yo hand 2 if u wahs them ten times son/

Chutney's new to rb, but hes pullin mad weight/
Try to go to hong-kong, u will get stopped at the gate/
Dont understand his signature, cuz it written in chinese scripture/
Chutney spits so real u should call him mr. preacher/

Atilla is so ill got VIP hospital cards/
Lyrically in a class of his own like retards/
He got the ill wordplay and an incomparable flow/
Always makin headlines like a corderoy pillow/

LOL peace im out

Atilla your sad for complimenting yourself,
but the shit you spit was ill and could get you great wealth,
your new to rb but you probably have another acount,
victorious and dominate wins to infinite amount,
main reason im here is to gain more posts,
but the way you were spitting causes for a toast *ting*

Ayo Jay-ron' always gonna be respected by 'tilla/
He aint a hater, hes a real emcee for rilla/
Payin respect when its due and sayin shit sux when it does/
we should collab on rb, drop some flames and make a "BUZZ"/
We "LIGHT-YEAR"s ahead of yall and it aint a "TOY STORY"/
When we on the mic its pure skillz like Steph Marbury/
Ayo "SUN", we gonna get the "PENNY"s the "HARDAWAY"/
So we can get to "MARION" (marryin) authentic dymes everyday/

ILL Wordplay im outtie

Atilla your sounding like an OG rhyme spilla/
mutating into a killa Attila the ryhme-zilla/
morphing into a psychotic cap peela/
not a fake ass wanabe like vanilla/
the b.o.u.n.c.e. and atilla "R4" real-la/
the battle tatical Guerillas decimating your pilliars/
ingage and verbally kill-ya with a sound so familiar/
don't fuck with mister Atilla, the OG ryhme spilla/

Bounce - muthafucka you pronounced like you were chris tucker
this dogs the coolet cat I've seen on RB, what luck huh?
Let me clear up my lines, I'm talkin into a paper cup
Ya know doggys the real dog, yall asses are little pups

atilla the thrilla//
otherwise known as the the sick ryhme spitter//
comin at ya whit stylez ta make ya mum become a killa//

he ryhmes, he spits, n he rants and raves//
his lyrical skill is what u haters crave//