Dyme aka Tyson vs 4-C's Finest
 

12-07-2001

its 4 to zer0 my way

- 4-c's finest -

ayoo kidd,
i want to come at me hard, and fuck wit the beef/
slap you wit my album and 2 mics tucked underneath/
cuff you while you sleep and prove your girlfriend sucks/
this fag DYME'S rhymes aint even worth 10 BUCKS/
your outta luck cuz i got the game locked.../
and the only mic your gonna be grabbin' from now on is mic ock/(my cock)
oh well... i'll leave your pride gone in a glance/
and my semi's, they gonna clap more than your fans./
and you should know that i laughed when you run/
you must be eatin PUSSY, cuz i hear nothin, the CATS got your toungue./
hey, its cool cuz im famished/
i'll just slap the black and the white out of you and make your ass spanish./
well, call me a fag, call me muffin or sweets./
put if PAIN was PLEASURE i'd have this dude nut in his sheets./
well kidd, im takin' your part/
this this all SOULFOOD cuz my RHYMES go STRAIGHT TO THE HEART./...
it's over...










- dyme -

"You admitted my fans clap?" - lol @ fillers

here just to sign-in ---- flows last for eternity - like Mexican jewel shops - never see Dyme-end

sever quotes - i'll be forever dope - with a slight-immunity/
got 4-c more 'scared of the Dyme' than white-communties/
Crunch you like Nestle - so dope - rehabs need-to-test-me/
resemble an angry Jackson Home - I 'rock mikes' like Lisa-Prestly!/
go back to adam n eve - grab em and wrap em in trees that he covers-with/
slap em with steez - fear shooked - signed to year books is ya publishment/
publical punishment - punchin this duckin bitch 'til his nuts n dick rise to his eyes and his fuckin lips in front of his fuckin kids!/
..........(damn!!)
now you can sound ya age - 4-c can "c-4" like bombs with bi-focals/
my epidemic spreadin bi-coastal - so if you want sickness towards a 'male' - it better be by-postal!!/ (mail=anthrax)
Ahead of my thyme like spices - my rappin-n-arts-astonishin/
you's a netcee - i've 'seen more niggas under-ground' than Africa's-Archaeologists/

Service.