Native Tongue
 

Name: Native Tongue
Crews: T.N.S. (The Next Shit)
Where: Orlando, FL
Repped: RM




vs Storm-G

This battle…this is what happens when demons and she-men collide
I came to put my foot in your ass, but there was already semen inside//
History says you’re an amateur, despite your pro-file
You’d fit in on an ’92 Lox tape- all you keep showing is Old Styles//
X-Saviors? Kid, who’d u blow to get in a crew?
A wheelchair wouldn’t be caught dead rollin with you//
For me, its easy being god-like, but anything less is an obstacle
But Storm…he just being Himself…Keepin It Real.. Lodgikal//
Trying to stand on my level, is like investing money in your talents
It might seem like a good idea, but your bound to lose your balance//
Lady, stick to open mic… we all think it’s best
Cause your win percentage looks like grades on Phenom’s English tests//
42…34…22…and even farther; try harder
you not seein me like EmceeButtafli fit in a Mazda//
my styles 'live'- and my intentions? take the word and reverse that
then u'll know why your chances of winnin are even slimmer than your purse strap//
Searching the web for rhymes, you’ll never be an emcee and it hurts
Forever, just an Internet Explorer with Microsoft Words//
Nate’s like Ms. Cleo, I came around and since then
Your feelin Latoya Jackson- your hotlines are no longer mentioned//
Claim the gay rapper, boys pull out their dicks and it figures/
That’s when the G stands for gangsta, and we see Storm ride for his niggaz//