Flyweight
From: D.C.(moved from Cali, and Cleveland) |
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IP:
Lol..dawg you trippin on somethin'..Gettin hostile for nothin'..
Bitin' rhymes? You must be kiddin' me/
Cause I'm intellectual you automatically think I cheat?/
Sure I use statistics, but why the fuck not?/
First to run through ya block, now you all on my cock/
Common' now, You think I'm really that stupid?/
Rippin rhymes from established kats and then use them?/
The fact is, my style is fluent/
Call me a fake, you wont ruin it/
I'm too skilled, so kats gotta get mad/
I completely understand-but on the otherhand/
Why the hell should I take shit from you?/
You checked my sig? I aint got shit to prove/
You 21 and 4, you got too much to lose/
Dont get egotistical-
You'll get surrounded by more bars then Mystikal/
If there aint a kat out who I aint Rip-
The truth is, he aint worth a third of my shit/
Whenever I grasp the chord, kats flee the scene in fright/
I spit on sight, I cause opponents to ignite as soon as they touch the mic/
You can go ahead and test my abilities/
I spit verses with agility, sittin back in tranquility/
You're the tool, I aint a utility
With my capabilities, I guarantee you'll remember me...
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..-Da R.I.P.-..
"..I'ma R.I.P.pa', remember.."
--Darkness Shines Bright--
|-([..Let The Records Show..])-|
Body Count: 91 Kills
Survivors: 16 Injured
Still Lost In Battle: 70 Knock Outs
In My Scope: --
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