atlas the vagabond
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I am what you can't be
IP:
alrighty this is apparently a beef between this bastard, me and Puerto Rican nelly. he's pissed because of this verse i spit against puertorican nelly. I am not racist against mexicans, i just used the part of his name. I'm black, so it wouldn't make sense for me to hate minorities.
Oh yeah and puertoricannelly, why ya boyfriend battle me before you did?It was a battle between us. Neither one of you are on my level, so it's not beef.
I AM WHAT YOU CAN'T BE
Even demons can't seem heated as I//
I put y'all on Front street, that why ya partner seems to weak to reply//
Attack you with tactical slaps, dissever with clever hands//
Reduce you ganstas to punked inmates in never never land//
I am the truth in it's purest form, the lost Can't understand me//
I'm putting my mic on the line screamin', I am what you can't be//
The man in me can't bleed//
Cry or show weakness//
I recieved revalation from the concrete jungle, and street allegiance//
Ganstas? Can you stomach parts of this grit?//
You lips spit raps, when my shade of skin started this shit//
Hand me a feather to rip his arteries with//
I'm Reciting pac rhymes, "You wonder why they call you bitch."
alright let's get bloody.
I got robert kelly a wit cam-er-a, ready to tape you//
while i take this cheese grater and anally rape you//
I'm saddam wit writs, honor this//
...I'll make a miniature napalm, and drop the shit, hot- down yer esophocus//
And watch as it bombs and splits//Rupture the stomachs inner plumbing//
These men are running//I pop shots, guts spill i make dinner from it//
I would never spit next to this faggot//
He only slaughters himself, Like daumer with Pee Wee Herman's sexual habits//
I'm not racist, mexican, but i'm pressing the clan next to you//
So they can hang you, and the transexual man next to you//
Shut the fuck up, i don't answer to clones//
Puertorican nelly where ya at, why ya husband answer the phone//
Waved a hand and gave you cancerous bones//
The crown's mine, the very second that i ever lay hands on the throne//
To think this wasn't beef, but because this is how i did you//
I'm like christ to y'all, you can only take from me what i give you//
take this how you want it.
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