RapVerse.com Community - Callab (Spike Sanders & Rule)

Spike Sanders

aight yo, are ya sure you can handle this//
carefull now you aint fuckin with a rookie bitch//
so if you pull it, ya best cock back an unload//
cause when i see the nine flash i let the teck flow//
(on "flow", voice fades away)
yo,yo,check it, yall cats realy no nothin bout me but peep this//
i'll buck shots at ya body in sequence, spangled bloody like sequins//
meat popsicles get melted with firepower like corban dallas//
totin malice//
in the form of metal ejected when i cock the mallet//
so quit runnin ya mouths an do sumthin bitchs, cause talk is cheap//
shit i'll run up on you with them thangs that cause eternal sleep//
and blast yall, till ya bodys leak//
thats right i'll toast ya, pull the teck out the holsta//
call me rollacoaster, the way ya heart beats faster as i come closer//
an na man the kid aint a joker//
i'll flex on dudes like "LEX", an blow the "LUGAR"//
leave ya ass in a stupor//
after i blow ya chest out. NEXT?//
wont step, i'll come after you the//
and put the "4-5" on your chest like old school Jordan//
now its over, so just give up and lay ya guns down//
cause this is "King of The Hill" bitchs, and i just took the "Crown"//
me and RULE, came ta rule you clowns-

The Nine Talks Blood I Talk Run
When I Step To the Movement
Your Death Is Soon To Come

(Rule)

Process of the street influencing negitivity to begin to preach
Catching danger in my eyes so i close my lids an turn my cheek
Praying that god doesnt make my enemys become obsilite
Craven to make you taste the gravel that creates stable concrete
You can't touch the UnToUcHAbLe im blessed wit talented elite
Me voice capable to desieve clowns an pump chumps off da street
Fuck it, hell wit the critical palace i'm spitten above average
Due to the savage pain an rule bond a devilish marrage
Wit tears bein pulled by horses from an eye carrage
My thoughts on'a cd to buy cost more then'a billion carrats
Valuabled tobe the greatest, a diamond spitter classed rarist
Evaperating haters to forfil my destiny to achieve respect
Killing herbs wit words until there's no rhymes left to test
Flame shooter tongue creating rap stage fires ofyeah its rare
But when you think about an emcce dont kill wut u cant compare
I flow on stage an you stare cuz im like'a hurrican nun dispaired
Sure it aint fare, do i care?. no you wonna talk some wack shit
Runnen me down but the only HIT you spit was your skit
Damn you use ta be all over the scene wasnt a place u didnt visite
Now lemme tell u the next thing your ass gunna persure is'a clinic