Track:
niSe Vs Ori (Hi-Fi)
niSe Vs Ori (Lo-Fi)
Lyrics:
~niSe Vs Ori~
Ay yo Engineer, hit the piano dawg
Yeah that shits soundin' real fuckin niSe...
(Word, If this is your first time peepin this shit you gotta follow two fuckin rules:
First off, Always keep ya boy niSe loaded, and secondly Blast all his fuckin tracks)...
When its my time to go I'll hold the ratchet and ride
I ain't afraid of eatin dirt son, I dine in grime/
but I ain't dyin, I'll stay smokin blue and sippin yak
Call my gun jersey, when he throws you back/
Battlin' me, will get you laid up in a six by three
permanately restin' where the worms be/
headstone engraved "R I P to Ori"
and nothin else, cuz who could give a fuck about ya story?//
I been hittin' a long time, and still no dismay
Ya moms is like wine, gettin better with age/
I could be ya pops son, watch what you say
but I pray this ugly kid (
Click Here) don't match DNA//
You sound sadistic dude and your tryin' to rap
B-Real? When'd you decide to bring cypress hill back?/
I could tell ELMNTz was just them with a new name
same lames, brains insane and still without fuckin' fame/
When I rob you to your face dawg, its no game
wont be no joke, even though Im yankin' ya chain//
The formula is you plus ya whole crew
divided by slugs hittin' so quick you'll still be bleedin blue/
to the power of two, just incase you still move
then I'll drop you off the roof like they did Pac in JUICE//
I only need a buck thirty to win this battle,
so take my last minute, come together after bein' dismantled/
(Playa! Its ya boy niSe, Holla at me!)