HooKs vs SupaFly
 

02-27-2003

SupaFly spit

Hooks? Get shook and crooked back and slash your own rear/
Get schooled, make ya hit the books with a smack to ya dome queer/
Hip-Hop is something you live? That's not how you behave/
Your like a fruity Cormega freaking out gays at a rave/
Johnny Blaze? Your not even Al B. Sure, pure fakeness/
Your at no where, when not even BK could take this/
Get off it, i'm re-arrangin' the world with verbs/
Turn you into Prophet, and get served ya herb/
Hooks never around, should put him on Where Are They Now?
Get found in a run-down town, where Hooker's your noun/

HooKs spit

call tha morgue......

yo, eyo...

after i get done spewin my organic raps you'll be blown away lookin like volcanic ash//
i cant stop talkin trash cuz my ass talks shit~i'm tha culprit~SupaFly tried attackin me, look at tha PAW PRINTS!!!//
comin wit raw hits against this waste of flesh~think this verse hot to death, shit ya need to taste this breath//
you bird, i hate to raid ya nest and invade ya rep~you buggin me too much, i need to exterminate this pest//
fuck tha chest i'm goin for tha heart~intertwine ya insides like steppin on mines you'll be blow'n apart//
the way i be floin is sharp -n messy i'm unfoldin tha tarp~you spittin fairy tales w/ beats, sound like you floin wit harps//
holdin ya heart like Kano its nonsense~we both ended up in tha same place if you the voice of my conscience//