I bet you r probably thinking you just drop some real dope shit
How on earth will i beg you to spit when you dont even have the skill?
By the power vested on you? son all i did was place a curse upon you,
And now you r pronouncing? i've already made your a$$ rap devourced bornfool.
I stand my ground lyrically bound,
You step to me you a$$ i'll impound,
You Sneeked in, drop a line and speed bye,
Wavin' fake gang signs like you r simply wavin' hi,
It makes me sick to see wack like you wanna try,
At the end you always testify how i made you cry,
Son i sugest you pray for access to my tireless trainin',
I hold your future, your style is seriously drainin',
Even with methodical fools like orland frontin' tools,
Still i make the laws and lay the rules.
Brizio boi, you need mad PRACTICE!
TRACK THIS!
I'am the one who drops knowledge in a rage like an angry sage,
Writin' confusin' chapters forcin' fakaz like orland to turn the page,
i shine the brightest,rhymes is the tightest
tighter than a baby's eyelids scared after they hear lightning
ever since the earths creation i've been shining
GOD said let there be light and i started rhyming
I seat on hells helm together with the devil Sniffing coke,
Sharring a pole in same table Cause, with the recession, even the devil is broke,
watchin fool flesh burn in hell together with demons while we smilling,
Smoking red weeds burning in 3000 degrees watchin dead souls crying.
my style is like lightning flashes
cuz after its strikes mcz are reduce to a pile of ashes
As far as am concearn i rule this place,
Cuase with every line i drop i get ya frame erased.
I'll slice through you like a 5000 magawatt laser,
take you apart cell by cell till you r nothin but an amoeba.
One more word from you brizio then you'll feel my fire
I summon your soul to hells court there you'll face the trial!!
YOUR SOUL SHALL BE MINE BRIZIO!!!
oh no no some people never learn
being lyrically sound isn't something you earn
you either bad, worse or worst
and i'm a guru dude, u are not
talking 'bout u and the devil sniffin coke
i see where u got the balls to battle brizio
dutch courage
other dudes have been doing some good
now feel my rage
my rhymes burn heads like a relaxer
you got a big question mark and i'm the answer
i walk, i talk and act with a swagger
i'm a crisp bottle of wine, u're cheap lager
get it?
i'm a big time playa and u're my maga
i'm a true african soldier
a nigerian nigga
i'm international for real..a
and u battle me....bagga
this aint about bragging rights
cos see homie.... i locked it tight
nd like jigga, you just died in my arms tonight
no chance of resurrection see? u aint christ
come over to this side and i'll show you the light
u r at best a 4th rate rapper
see homie i told ya
u went up against danger
now u lickin ur wounds.. haha
imma still the king around here
i'm ahead by many lightyears
i drop in once in a while, u r here everyday but still losin the race
seriously dude, ur rhymes are outta shape
i said it before again, i'm the truth around here, no need to beef
veterans see me and say thats what i used to be
i know u hate my sight but get use to it
take time out study ma lines
learn how to put together real rhymes
and if u don't understand like u wont most of the time
ask me, i'll tell u and that aint a lie
and one last word before i leave
dont replay to this, that aint a safe bet
i know u got a point to prove but seriously, u're no threat
P.S--- thot i warned ya
Posted: at 30-04-2010 03:35 PM (15 years ago) | Gistmaniac |
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