Ah'ight heres my drop:

Heres lyrics...shits pretty rushed as usual but I got it done

Claimin’ heat in da street//
Look it, how we gon believe whatchu say when LK exposed u was born crooked//
Leave ya bruised & scarred, ya boxin’ moves not on par//
I’m nineteen, doesn’t that mean I’m free to see R//
Ya not hard buddy, don’t misconstrue it//
Try to rap like u are but everyone sees thru it//
A wannabe black, yes anotha//
Man, u coulda invented the airplane an u still wouldn’t “write brotha”//
So, quit rap you’ll neva be put on the map//
Every track ya wackness feautures more than sam jack//
Ya flows a damn shame//
Stay stumblin’ on words like wineos on Hollywood walk of fame//
Ya ain’t gotta admit ya want cali’s dick//
Shit, its evident in ya comics all about it//
RV 98% dudes, read his avy message//
Proves his fetish of bullin’ dudes like Jerome Bettis//
Yo, rated’s gayness been on display kids//
He apitamizes fag with his lastest alias//(Lay-text)
R kills cheers//
Jus ask Jin affliation wit “R” kills niggas careers//
Ya not a emcee, everyone knows ya fakin’//
Yo, da news been broadcasted R’s impersonation’//
All agree u couldn’t see me from fifty feet//
Above the earth, ya wouldn’t be “rated” as high as T//
Deny ya plea, supplin’ heat fresh off da sheet//
How u gon catch me, when ya can’t catch the beat//
Round 1 dismissal//
Cuz ya spits more “bay sick” then heteros in San Francisco//



Link:
http://www.soundclick.com/bands/1/battlepages_music.htm

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