(no beat. occapella)
we in the front lines.
I'm killin manny with just one rhyme.
and with mine.I'll recipricate...
your hate with love poems. and guns to your face.
my guns being
my hands rapped around a mic
rapped around your life.
I'll extrapulate my mind
and put it into yours.
so you can bust one fat script. and I'll even say that its yours.
these are words of war.
verbs that scorn
leaving your mouth filled with open sores.
your shook I can tell. it comes out in the way that you don't type that well.
I'm hi-fi
your more dead than alive.
you sleep on tracks
you need to dip in to that bag of stolen forgotten raps.
if you kill me I'll reincarnate.
sever your soul into 8ths
burned and scarred. left unrecognizable like down syndrome retards.
youv been afraid so far.
so I'll come down from rawscripts.com
to battle a few bars.
its clear you try to hard...
to mask the raps you bite from big punn
I sit and thif shit from jean-luc Picard.
samples for beats is all Ive ever stolen 'b'
so watch your mouth and count your teeth.
cause ottawaelite.is concuring forums and streets.