Yo Check Dis Out Right Hurr....Clas Sic....Accomplishment....Michigan.....Lets Go


Split-you cuz ya spit in every fourm tryin to get to the in-crew...(A.K.A. Clas Sic)
"bust in ya mouth" so you can say you have "lyricists-in-you".../

spit shit that you dispise, bringu quick to your demise...
my tricks can get you wise, you say ur "visionary is huge" so i put my "dick-up in yo-eyes".../

bitches constantly try to dis up on my name, dont smoke dro but bring dis herb-to-da-flame...
he's just a word in my game, i gotcha merked-in-da-shame, hit em mo times got me workin-his-pain.../

haha now-ya-un-stable, my multies comin atcha like my rhymes is times-tables...
give-up i make you, all my flows gotta moral like fuckin esops-fables.../

put bullets in ya head, ya dropped phatty likya mic fulla lead...
i right full instead, cuz i make you descened, wit rhymes i know you will dread.../

yo wont get far, wit six bars equivelent to six cars, wit dubs and spinnen chrome...
drop so hard feelin like dictionarys fallen on ya bitchen dome.../

STOPMIN YA'LL OUT YA HURRED ME

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