Wow... where the fuck are you guys. I almost forgot about this shit, anyway check it:
Native
Lucky dirtboy put you in this match… so before you spit
Best wipe the dirt off your shoulder,… chest, ass, and lip
Must be falling off… no way this is Chrit the grand
Know you below C-level… when you can’t get a punch to land
It’s sad when half the league is just you in disguise
And only straight lines you pen… is the ones above your eyes
Say you the text god, n I almost believe you son
Cuz nobody who was two faced… would choose that one
Iowa hillbilly rocking the mic… to corn stalks
Only props he knows… is his home’s 4 cement blocks
So how you talking fucking trash to kingz and me?
… when “fucking trash” basically sum up your family tree?
So its true that this chump is always felt
… but only cuz everyone got Native tongue under their belt
His pics here:
http://img47.photobucket.com/albums..._edge/chrit.jpg
Kingz
Kid your verse last week sucked for sure
Blueprints clearly whack… when it produce
that structure
Drop a verse and I literally can’t look past this battle
Talk about cloning… each line create a life size shadow
Yet this kid claim he don’t feel me, when all this while
Fervently clicking “Go Advanced”… just to copy my style
Why pound this herb, ain’t even worth an ounce
Your avvy got the right idea kid… just bounce
Your punches a dime a dozen son…. But what’s even worse
Pepped your last verse… and seems you could only afford one
Now that’s a straight murder shoulda no shown…
1986-2004…. At least now your legacy is set in stone